It was still chilly in March, and the world was full of war, but it still couldn't stop the romantic young gentry riding the spring breeze and going out for a walk for ten miles. I met some gentry ladies with noble identities and elegant manners, chanting a few sour words, and by the way, in which the picturesque scenery completed the major event of inheriting the family line. The Han Dynasty was much more free and open than the Song, Ming and Qing dynasties.

Among them, the most popular outing spot has become the 3,000 acres of thin fields where Wang Hou dripped manure. On the one hand, it is close to Funiu Mountain, and the scenery of the mountains and fields is the best. On the other hand, General Cao has a forced order that the night fragrance of the entire Xudu City will be transported out to him. Wang Hou's theory of grain reincarnation has also begun to have a market in the world. The gentry in Xudu also wanted to see if this dirty thing is effective.

Of course, when we arrived in Wang Hou's field, these high-ranking men watched the tenants pouring marsh into the field, and they often "eat a pound of pounds."

It’s no wonder if you’re not surprised. At the end of March, the millet and wheat seedlings from other families only slapped, but Wang Hou’s family had grown to the height of their calves. From a distance, a lush green sea of ​​green is rushing towards this growth. This year’s harvest is a foregone conclusion.

What's even more excessive is that Wang Hou's wheat seedlings are much denser than other families. If it were other families so dense, the seedlings would have been sick because of the competition for nutrition.

In the end of the world, even the landlord, who was full of energy, began to be pragmatic. After visiting Wang Hou's farmland, many people pinched their chins and frowned and returned to their manor, and began to wonder if they had started to stock some manure.

People are hard-working and not lazy, and they are forced to work hard. A production team of about 60 tenants go to pull weeds every day, and fertilization also has a magical effect, which is to kill insects. Under the influence of both phases, the crops are the same every day.

"Wow, I'm so tall!"

Just like a child, Cao Hongjie, the girl, came crazy and plunged into the wheat field, holding the green wheat straw, shouting in surprise, and following behind in a lazy manner. Wang Hou put his head on both hands, looked up at the blue sky with pleasure, and hummed with a little greedy attitude.

"This is still called high! Even half a person is too tall, and even people can't cover it!"

"It's only March, and you still want to cover up people, you're dreaming!"

When He Miao let go and stood up, the girl immediately mocked her in a arrogant look.

"Besides, what are you trying to cover people? Are you going to do something bad?"

He pressed his chest with his hands on his back, looking like a classic detective Ke Jie, but this plain girl had no sense of oppression at all, and looked at Wang Hou with a nervous and suspicious look.

"Bad things? Good things!"

His head immediately shook like a rattle, but Wang Hou began to smile and start to be slutty, shaking his head, and this guy started the familiar nonsense links of Cao Hongjie.

"The literary writer I admire most is Mo Yan. The happiest place in his writing is the crop fields. The male and female protagonists always burst out with the most sincere, primitive and intense emotions here! So when the wheat straw grows and can cover people, I plan to take you to drill into the wheat fields!"

Thinking about the passion in Yu Zhan'ao and Jiuer's sorghum field in "Red Sorghum", Wang Hou's saliva was about to flow.

"What are the Wenhao farmlands and the most primitive feelings? Why do you want to bring me here?"

"We did whatever we did in Xuzhou that time... Oh, why did you do it? Don't hit me again! I will fight back if I hit you! Don't slap my aunt in the face, she's just talking!!"

I don’t know which love saint on the Internet said that he had to be a little hooligan about the girl he liked, but now Wang Hou definitely thinks he is farting! His little face was red, and Cao Xiaoniu walked in front with anger, covering his panda eyes all the time, while Wang Hou was like a thief, tragically slipping behind. In this way, it is estimated that his classic Yujiu sorghum field plot has been completely ruined. On this, he is also careful not to let the tenants see it, and to lose his face as Mr. Wang.

Whatever scared came about. As soon as he walked out of the wheat field, Wang Ganzi's loud voice was already buzzing in his ears.

"master!"

"Oh! Master, what's wrong with your eyes! Why is it black? Who beats me? The little one will avenge you immediately!"

Cao Hongjie's little face couldn't help but turn redder, but Wang Hou was almost fainted and shouted in anger: "Master, I fell myself!"

"I fell? How could I just fall on my eyes?"

"If you talk too much, I will let you practice horse stance or not, don't you let you watch the trainers? Who asked you to come?"

He looked at this guy who was not good at angrily. Wang Hou hummed and turned the subject apart. The intimidation of horse stance was indeed fierce. Such a silly man with a stinky body was shivering in a shiver. He stood at attention sadly and finally mentioned the serious matter.

"Master, there is an envoy from the Prime Minister's Mansion. Please, Master, and Miss Jie, go to the Prime Minister's Mansion to discuss matters quickly!"

"Forehead……"

Wang Hou's swollen eyes couldn't help but twitch again. Cao Cao found him, basically nothing good happened!

…………

However, when working for others, the boss gave the order, and he had to go out of the sky, not to mention that there was Cao Xiaoniang, a loyal supporter of Boss Cao, beside him! The two of them didn't even do a ox cart, and rushed to the Prime Minister's Mansion panting. The level of treatment was also revealed here. Cao Hongjie carried a sword around his waist and rushed in. Wang Hou was sad and could only dismantle the weapon and handed it to the goalkeeper in tragic, and quickly caught up with the tiger-in-law General Xu Chu who was wide in front of him.

"What's this?"

I have seen swords, spears, swords, halberds, axes, hooks and forks. I have never seen this belt with six heavy bent pipes hanging on Xu Chu. The two cows' eyes were wide open, and the fat flesh on their faces was suffocating, and they asked curiously.

"General Xu, don't fiddle with it. This is Wang's gun. You can point where you hit it within fifty feet! You've encountered a surviving sensation!"

"gun?"

Holding this thing, Xu Chu was almost happy. He finally held back his laughter. The captain of Mr. Cao's personal security was then serious about hanging Wang Hou's belt on the weapon stand at the door. Then he turned around and clasped his fists and said, "Don't worry, Wang Lingguan, I will keep the bundle of guns that are dedicated to attacking women. Please!"

Wang Hou was so angry that the corners of his mouth were almost pulled open, but Cao Hongjie was gone and he had no time to delay with the rough man. He snorted in a pissing voice. He had no choice but to walk inside.

Before he could walk a few steps, the laughter of a dozen guards at the door brought a honest man outside was already rumored in, especially Xu Chu, who was almost laughing and calling.

He rushed forward and didn't catch up. Fortunately, Wang Hou of the Prime Minister's Mansion was a regular visitor, and everyone led him to the lobby where Cao Cao summoned the ministers to discuss.

Cao Hongjie arrived early, and knelt on the cushion obediently. He saw him coming in with dark circles and rolling his eyes. However, Wang Hou had no intention of paying attention to her for the time being, because as soon as he came in, even Ma Daha felt the tense atmosphere in the room. On the three steps, Cao Cao's white face was as gloomy as the eve of a storm. Under his seat, Guo Jia, Cheng Yu, Zhao Rong, Liu Dao and other close friends also frowned. At this critical moment, he dared not mess with General Cao. Wang Hou hurriedly bowed and bowed to the middle hall.

"Wang Hou, the warehouse of the Prime Minister's Office, pay homage to the Prime Minister!"

"Oh! The way is here! Come on!"

"Thank you Prime Minister!"

I got up and picked the last one from the cushion next to Cao Hongjie. Before Wang Hou could sit down, a strong old Shaanxi dialect sounded.

"The time was coming for the King of Kings. I just mentioned to the Prime Minister that a certain family was about to go to war, but the dry food was not in Taicang. How dare I ask the Kings when will the grain be allocated?"

The speaker Pei Mao, who was about to go to Guanzhong, was the chief general who was about to go to Guanzhong. Although his expedition was to join forces with the Guanzhong warlords to fight against the rebellious minister Li Jue, the main force was Guanzhong warlords. Cao Cao only gave 3,000 infantry soldiers, but the troops had not moved their food. Moreover, according to what Guo Jia revealed, he followed the troops to go to the battle. Wang Hou did not dare to be careless. He stood up respectfully, hugged his fists and responded.

"When returning to Pei Zhongban, the dry food was prepared at the foot of Funiu Mountain, but the Prime Minister ordered him to be transferred to the Zhongban Military Camp!"

It seems that Wang Hou was discussing the matter of going to Guanzhong today. Although he was unwilling to go to Shaanxi to eat sand on a business trip, he was mentally prepared and the food was handed over. He sat back and waited for Cao Cao to announce his order to go to the expedition.

However, reality is often so deceiving. Pei Mao asked nothing after a question, but Cao Cao took the initiative to speak.

"Who can succeed Xun Lingzhong complained about his illness and compiled the "Clan Chronicle"?"

After a sudden blow, more than 20 confidant civil servants of Cao Cao, even the girl Cao Hongjie's eyes gathered on Wang Hou. Under the illumination of this large spotlight, Wang Hou almost vomited blood for three liters in an instant.

No wonder Cao Cao looked bad. Xun Yu, a confidant who originally planned to personally preside over the compilation of the "Clanography", actually gave up the lead.

However, it is true that the idea of ​​writing the "Clan Chronicle" was given to Cao Cao to solve the lack of income in Taicang. It does not mean that Wang Hou has the ability to execute it. Moreover, writing the "Clan Chronicle" is an offensive job, so he is unwilling to do this thankless job. With his eyes gathered, Wang Hou had a bitter face and covered his stomach with great sadness.

"Prime Minister, the lower official accused him of crime..."

"Prime Minister, "Clan Chronicles" is a compilation of the gentry in the world and is an important proof of the imperial court's appointment and selection of officials. It is not from a superior family, and it is enough to convince the public. The lower officials believe that the Prime Minister is the descendant of Cao Shen, the founding prime minister of the Han Dynasty. This matter cannot be taken care of by the Prime Minister!"

Not to mention, it’s just Guo Jia’s brother who helped Wang Hou to relieve his siege in one sentence, but before he could smile and swallow his pretending to be sick, Guo Jia’s next sentence made Wang Hou almost vomit three liters of blood. Good guy, this old guy turned around and sold him again!

"However, the Prime Minister is in our court. Li Wanji, and the writing of the "Clan Chronicle" requires specific executors. The officials believe that Miss Jie was born in the Cao family and had an upright and tough character. The contemporary Prime Minister was an inspector and inspected the local area and recorded a document for the Prime Minister to review! Another household was empty, and Wang Ling was a talented person. I elected Wang Ling and the household were also responsible for the local area, and I also inspected the local area, two fields and acres of real things. It just happened to be a good match for Miss Jie, and I killed two birds with one stone!"

Wang Hou was stunned. Before he could react, Cao Cao was already stroking his beard and suddenly laughed and responded.

"Working filial piety is a polite statement. What do you think?"

"That's what it should be!!!"
Chapter completed!