He looked like Yang Bailao with a bitter face. Listening to Prime Minister Cao’s doubts, Wang Hou quickly thrust into his knees on the ground like serving his father-in-law.

"Dad..., it's not right. Prime Minister! You always ask your young master to call him, but you can point more than 4,000 points at the coal mine for dinner! The officials also want to serve the country loyally, but they really can't afford to repay you!"

"Barring! Is the original person asking you to recruit more than 4,000 slaps at once? It's not true? Do you know how many troubles you have caused you, how many people in the court impeach you for your ill-intentioned plot! They are all for you! You don't want to give back, but you come to the original person to seek benefits. I don't want to be the official, but I don't want to be the official!"

Mr. Cao is already in his forty-seven years this year. He has experienced many storms and waves in his life. Some people are timid, fearing him like a tiger, some are ulterior motives, secretly like snakes, and some are arrogant and frivolous like Guo Jia. But this is the first time Cao Cao has encountered him, which really makes Mr. Cao have the urge to chop him up.

This guy wasn't like this before! Could it be that he had gone to the execution ground and his temperament changed drastically?

But what made Cao Cao speechless was that after such intimidation, Wang Hou still had the desire to make a profit. His old face was more like bitter melon. He was sadly knocking his head and shouting Qu.

"Master Prime Minister! Isn't this the minister just to accumulate the betrothal gift for the Red Festival..."

"roll!"

Without saying a word, Wang Hou had to change his tone in the murderous look of President Cao: "This is also for the time of harvest next year. Isn't it possible to hand over more grain to Prime Minister, right? If the tenants under the government all starve to death, they will not be able to feed the grain next year, will you lose money? Besides, this is also good for Prime Minister. Every month, the Bafu collects carbon fire from the Dong family and pays 1,000 stones of corn. The honeycomb coal of Xiaguan is also easy to burn, and there is no need for corn. As long as the wheat that feeds the horse to Xiaguan is 1,000 stones every month, it will be done!"

"wheat!"

These words finally changed Cao Cao's face slightly, but just when Wang Hou was secretly happy, Mr. Cao suddenly turned his head and shouted outside the door.

"Come on! Get that thing!"

"thing?"

This time it was Wang Hou's turn to be confused.

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It was such a thing, there were about a dozen large white flour buns in a large cup! It made Wang Hou’s head slightly breeze.

This is the food rations in his mansion now, and the only one who can eat white flour steamed buns in the whole mansion is in charge of the business. The rest have to work hard to give him black flour steamed buns with ginseng and wheat bran. Without knowing that, someone presented the steamed bun to Cao Cao as information!

The most doubtful thing is the nine tiger and leopard cavalry that Mr. Cao gave him, but the nine of them are the least doubtful ones. Because they gathered together for dinner, these guys were like starving ghosts in each meal, swallowing the steamed buns in front of them cleanly. I don’t know who was secretly monitoring him.

But that's a story. If you don't keep Mr. Cao's public relations in front of you, he will go bankrupt if he can't hold on for another two months, so he will be afraid that he will pass by. Wang Hou held his fists in shock at these frozen gray-white steamed buns.

"What does the Prime Minister mean?"

"Is this the staple food in your house?"

"That's right!"

“Made of wheat?”

"That's right!"

"How much can one stone of wheat be made?"

Wang Hou was really confused. This was the Prime Minister's Mansion, not a food program. Looking at Mr. Cao's solemn eyes, he shook his head sadly.

"I don't know if you don't know! However, if you make white flour steamed buns, you need to sift about half of the bran. The steamed buns are soft and delicious. If you don't sift the bran, the steamed buns are made of black flour, which makes them rough and hard to eat. However, black flour steamed buns are more nutritious and are actually better for people!"

"And the bran sifted is not useless. It can be used to feed cows and horses. The horses in the government office are all fed by bran and fodder. It is not as good as feeding wheat directly wherever they lose weight."

I really couldn't understand why Cao Cao was so interested in cooking. However, in order to win this big order, Wang Hou was dancing and talking, saying everything. After hearing this, Cao Cao squeezed the long beard under his chin and pondered. For a full minute, he raised his head solemnly again.

"Can this thing be used as military ration?"

No wonder Cao Cao was so solemn for a small steamed bun, and the wheat yield exceeded nearly one-third or even half of the corn. However, the main method of cooking wheat in this era was to throw it into the pot to cook porridge. The wheat with wheat bran and malt was not as hard as corn or rice that had been hulled, and it was difficult to cook and digest. Basically, the wheat brought by the army was fed to the horse.

But now Wang Hou can make wheat soft and palatable. The wheat has the possibility of replacing corn. The reserves of millet in Taicang are only about 300,000 stones, but the reserves of wheat in the livestock are more than 900,000. If the wheat can be regarded as military ration, the military ration will be four times higher next year, which is enough to fight a few big battles!

Seeing that Mr. Cao was solemn, Wang Hou was once again confused and shook his head with some uncertainty.

"The fresh steamed buns will be broken in a few days, but if they are dried on a hot kang, they should be stored for about a year! When eating, they are soaked in water and can be continued!"

Wang Hou really doesn't know how long it can be stored in dry steamed buns. However, in the later years, the West used black bread as military rations since the Roman era, and in the later years, the Ming Dynasty also used hollow cakes as military dry foods. Since it could be used as military rations, this thing should be quite resistant.

Moreover, Wang Hou remembered that he read an online story in later generations. The parents of a prisoner walked away for several months because of poverty and carried a bag of steamed buns. Then they went to investigate his son once, so he had a little confidence and signed up for a year.

This number made Cao Cao very satisfied. He stroked his beard and nodded again. He ordered quickly: "I will give you seven days. Go back and bake the steamed bun you mentioned, put it outside, and come back to eat it for me!"

"Well, Prime Minister, then the carbonite purchase case..."

"Get out!"

With a slamming slam, Mr. Cao made a flirting look, stood up suddenly, waved his sleeves out suddenly, scaring Wang Hou's forehead so much that he was sad and he really quickly got out in shame.

There is no way, Party A is always his own father!

Fortunately, there was another saying that the official level was one level and he was crushed to death. When he returned home, Wang Hou waved his hand at Wang Ganzi who was rushing over happily: "Get out! Go and get a basket of white flour buns for me to put on the kang and do it, and no drop of water is allowed to leave!"

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According to General Cao's instructions, in seven days, Wang Hou carried a large basket and was dry, and even hard to throw it out to smash people's steamed buns, and then entered the Prime Minister's Mansion.

Well, there is a little tail Cao Hongjie behind her. It seems that every opportunity to make contributions and show her face in front of Mr. Cao, this girl is unwilling to miss it. I really don’t know how she raised her slave character.

Not to mention, Wang Hou really showed his face. In the last kang incident, Cheng Yu, Guo Jia, Xiahou Dun and several other trusted generals of General Cao, arrived. This time it was even more lively. Xiahou Yuan, Cao Hong, Xu Chu, Yu Jin, etc., all of General Cao, all of them arrived. A large group of powerful and powerful figures, like a country bumpkin, looked at the big basket of steamed buns that Cao Hongjie held up with his head and chest proudly.

"Meet the Prime Minister!"

In front of the hall, Wang Hou and Cao Hongjie bowed and bowed together with each other. Seeing this scene, Mr. Cao's beautiful bearded man couldn't help but tremble again, and then waved his hand helplessly.

"Official Wang, I will distribute steamed buns to all the generals!"

"Sir, obey the order!"

It was said that Wang Hou was asked to distribute it, but in fact it was the servants of the Prime Minister's Mansion who helped distribute it. These were all yellow and the hard dry steamed buns were distributed. Except for Guo Jia, who had nothing to do and had eaten steamed buns and noodles, the other generals' military soldiers were even more rural, holding steamed buns and fiddling with their mobile phones, looking left and right to fiddle.

Xu Chu, who was still the Imperial Army Captain, got up and bit his mouth, and it made a toothache with a bang. The old face, which was extremely nutritious and shiny, thrust, was the first to clasp Cao Cao in a muffled voice.

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"Lord, this thing cannot be bitten!"

"Wang Lingguan, how to eat it?"

If this thing is used as military ration, it will inevitably be approved by these personal users. It is estimated that this is also the reason why General Cao summoned military generals. Whether he can get this big order depends on whether the fathers of the Party A were satisfied today! Wang Hou hurriedly clasped his fists and said.

"If you have the conditions, cook with warm fire for half a moment. If you are unconditional, soak it in cold water for half an hour and you can eat it!"

"Our army is strong, we are so happy to cook and boil it!"

Whether wheat can be promoted among the various armies is also very important for Cao Cao. If he succeeds today and can triple the military rations next year, it is rare that he, the bidding director, has let go of water. Under his order, a bronze cauldron that was enough to enter the safe in the museum was carried in. Not to mention, the honeycomb coal that Wang Hou had offered was burned below, which was also considered an advertisement for him.

Those hard big steamed buns were thrown into the cauldron one after another, and the advantages of coal were fully revealed. The thermal effect was hundreds of degrees stronger than charcoal. When closed, it could even be thousands of degrees stronger. In less than a few minutes, the seemingly thick big tripod boiled, and the already hard big steamed buns quickly dissipated with someone's gurgling.

The ancients called steamed buns and soup cakes, which was really not groundless. After cooking for about ten minutes, the servant held the steamed bun soup and put it out again, and a bowl of it was placed in front of a general's mansion.

Although I thought this thing should be quite soft and it looked a bit like the Hu La Tang in later generations, but the lessons from Xu Chu just now, the Xiahou brothers, Xun Yu and his group of uncles and nephews were still scared and did not move their chopsticks for a while. This time, Guo Jia put a large spoon indifferently and stuffed it into his mouth first, and then nodded with appreciation.

"Yes, although it doesn't have the soft and firm texture of fresh steamed buns, it will give you a little more porridge when cooked like this. If it is accompanied by broth, it will be enough to make it white!"

Seeing that this guy had not had a tooth removed or something, the civil and military officials also pulled the spoon and started to move. They had to pity the ancients of this era. They had never eaten anything delicious. The most real thing was Xu Chu, who snatched it into his mouth, just like eating pig food.

After all, he was still an elegant man. Xun Yu and Xun Lingzhong gracefully pulled the spoon, tasted it carefully for a few sips, then put down the bowl and clasped his fists at Mr. Cao.

"Prime Minister, if this thing can be stored for a year, my subordinates think it is feasible!"

It's done! Wang Hou's carelessness couldn't help but feel happy!
Chapter completed!