In the evening, Zhao Yun, the thief, set off first. Early the next morning, he took Cao Hongjie and sent a ox cart to various villages to pick up the twenty top students who had just been taught. The teams on both sides happily carried the long halberd and ran along with them. Wang Daguanren's second business trip began.

Fortunately, Yu Ji, the old charlatan, his ox cart was much more comfortable this time. When he came back this time, he was idle and went to the newly built elixir recipe of the old charlatan and found a soft stone and soft manganese ore!

The old guy said that this thing was used to refine tin to make alchemy. Some people who fired pottery and porcelain also used this thing to paint glaze on the surface of the porcelain. There are many soft manganese ore in various places like this, which is not a rare thing.

But for Wang Hou, the time traveler, he slapped his thighs suddenly, manganese! Isn’t this thing added to the steel just spring steel?

Wang Hou didn't understand how to extract pure manganese from ore. He was not a chemist, but he didn't lack steel anyway, so just burn it. Wang Yuan was tortured by him again, burned the blast furnace and added this soft manganese ore while filling the steel method. However, this amount was really hard to master. Not to mention the pile of impurities in the previous few times, the whole piece of steel was brittle like glass. Wang Hou fisted and smashed more than ten kilograms of steel. Zhao Yun was stunned by watching the fun.

It was not until the last two days after Wang Hou's teaching that Wang Yuan came to the door with great excitement, and the new steel was built!

Wang Hou didn't know what other elements there were in the manganese ore. Anyway, it was already good and quenched. The steel bars after tempering were similar to the spring steel he had seen in later generations, with strong elasticity and tightness.

However, Wei Guoren applied gunpowder to war, but the Chinese invented the fireworks and fulfilled it on Wang Hou. Wang Yuan was ready to use new steel to create a few swords, but Wang Hou was unceremonious to confiscate all of the spring steel, and made them into long strips, bowed them backwards, and tied them together with steel hoops, then placed them on the top of the wheel shaft, and fixed them under the carriage.

Wang Yuan's tears were full of tears, but Wang Hou felt comfortable. This time, the big wheels wrapped in cowhide were pressed on the stone or the pit, and the flexible spring steel rebounded upward as shock absorption, which consumed more than half of the huge impact of the butt. Although it was still a little bumpy, it was much stronger than before!

However, although the ox cart was comfortable, Wang Hou was depressed. Because in the ox cart, Cao Hongjie specially prepared a small table and found two Wang Hou's primary school students to accompany her to play the checkers "invented" by Wang Hou.

Originally, she was carrying a rope, and planned to continue to fool the girl on her ties, and then take advantage of her inability to resist and carry out some romantic stories about Yu Zhan'ao and Xier in the sorghum field. Now, two small light bulbs were staring here, and everything was ruined. The ox cart swayed. In the girl's pride, she raised her eyebrows, Wang Hou gritted her teeth sadly.

Xu Du is more than two days away from Wuyang. When he actually arrived in Wuyang, it was already seventeen days later. Compared to the coldness of the last time, all the little people came forward. This time, the welcome lineup was much more grand. Han Rong, one of the nine ministers, led by Han Yun, Han Yun, Han Yun, and Han Shuo, a group of old guys from Wuyang Han clan, have all appeared.

But the welcome lineup was up, but the warmth was not very warmth. After all, Wang Hou came to check them and collect taxes. None of these "righteous gentlemen" could laugh. They had a rigid face and just owed him eight hundred taels of silver. The servant Han Rong was stiff and clasped his fists at Wang Hou who had got off the carriage.

"The journey of Wang Lingguan has been hard. Han has prepared a banquet in the mansion. He also asked the order to repair it for a while. Later, Han will present the land acres of the tribe!"

Compared to him, Wang Houke is much more cultivated. At least his smirk looks like he looks from a distance, with a smile on his face, and he also clasped his fists and returned the favor.

"So, I'm so troubled!"

It was a thin banquet, but it was a thin banquet. Tens of thousands of corn porridge and the radish and pickles I ate in several winters, and I didn’t even give it the order of the meat, let alone meat and meat. Fortunately, neither Wang Hou nor Cao Hongjie wanted to eat this meal, so I just slap my stomach and got it over.

Moreover, after entering the mansion, Wang Hou had some unexpected gains. Last time, the Han family in Wuyang was known as Han Bancheng. Most of the Wuyang City was the Han family's house. They came in half and half. Next to Wuyang County Government to the east wall, they were all large houses of the Han people. This time, the courtyard was much smaller. The courtyard garden, which was originally well-connected, was divided by the courtyard walls one by one, and turned into more than a dozen independent courtyards.

This layout made Wang Hou hold the water cup thoughtfully and nodded slightly.

Sure enough, he didn't have any urination. After a cold banquet, the butler of the Han Mansion who had seen the slick old ghost last time came over with the same account book as last time. He opened the account book and looked through two pages. Wang Hou asked on purpose.

"Tai Pu, you are still not sure about the land book! Last time Xiaguan passed by Erxian Village in Hedong, the land there belongs to the Korean people, and there is also the land in Wagang Village in Dongshan, and there is no such book book!"

"Oh! The officials don't know that the Han tribe mentioned by the tenant slaves are not the Han tribe! The 3,000 mu of land in Erxianzhuang belongs to the Han tribe of Anwentang, while the 5,000 mu of mountain fields in Wagang Village belongs to the Han tribe of Chongwentang. Although they are relatives of the Han tribe of Wuyang, they are sacrificed in the ancestral temples! They are not the same family!"

When talking about this, the Taifu Han Rong was so proud that he stroked his mouse beard.

The Han family of Wuyang was reluctant to endure the tens of thousands of land that had been overworked, but they did not want to gain a bad reputation of being disloyal to the king. When they returned to Wuyang, a group of old tribes had a headache for several days and came up with this trick.

Split up!

Each clan house built a ancestral temple, splitting the Wuyang Han family, which has a huge population of tens of thousands of tribes into six major sects, and each established its own branches. These lands still belong to the Han surname, but the ancestral family's land was indeed only 15,000 acres of paddy fields. Now, even Wang Hou could not find any fault.

However, looking at Han Rong's smug smile, Wang Hou couldn't help but sneer in his heart. Han Rong seemed to be a master, but in fact he was stupid! No need to look back and for more than two hundred years, have you seen how Emperor Wu of Han's order to give up the favor to break up the vassal states of Liu's surname that were originally enough to confront the central government? Now everyone is still together and they are all happy with relatives. The courtyard wall is separated, the land rent is filial and honest, and the future of being an official is even more busy with sacrifices to ancestors. The conflicts will be stimulated sooner or later. There is no way, human nature is like this. Even saints have time to be selfish, let alone these hypocrites!"

Even so, Wang Hou didn't plan to wait for this conflict to break out sooner or later, and he hit his own gun. Now that he wouldn't be sowed by the seven aunts and aunts who were sowing the disagreement, he would be sorry for the Han family's efforts to secretly draw the roads for him.

I almost slept with the fiancée of Changshan, Zhao Zilong, who was one of Lu, two of Zhao, three of Dianwei. It was exciting to think about it!

With a loud bang, Wang Hou nodded with a smile: "Han Taipu is really one of the nine ministers. He is highly respected and has no hidden land at all. But Wang judges the gentleman with the heart of a villain! I hope the Taipu will forgive him! Cao Envoy, this time, he must list the Han family in Wuyang as the top clan!"

"It's easy to say, everyone is loyal to the Han Dynasty and His Majesty. It's a shame for the King of Kings to be so loyal to his duties!"

His mouth was so happy that it was rare that Han Rong also spoke the scene.

However, before his smile could fall, Wang Hou's next sentence made his expression froze there.

"Last time, Wang was not doing anything well! When he came to Wuyang, he didn't even know about the Anwentang Korean tribe and Chongwentang Korean tribe. This time, Wang took the land of these tribes together to report the Taicang autumn tax!

What does it mean to lose sight of one thing? Han Rongguang thought about dealing with the total number of land acres, but forgot that even the land acres divided should be measured. In this way, the other families lost the Wuyang Han family, a large gold protective umbrella. In the ugly faces of the other tribe elders who were divided, Wang Hou actually added fuel to the fire and swung his sleeves hard.

"This time, the officials must investigate everything in detail, so that they will not let one mu miss out, so that the whole Wuyang can learn from Han Taipu's honest family tradition. Taipu, what do you think?"

What else can I feel? My face couldn't help but tremble, but Han Rong had to hold on to a smile, and kept lit up sadly.

"It should be like this! It should be like this!"

But this is not over yet! With a row of heads, Wang Hou asked again as if he had woken up from his dream: "By the way, Han Taipu, you are a native of Wuyang. What kind of person has this Anwentang Han tribe ever produced? He has served in the positions of the Three Dukes and Nine Ministers and other positions? Or a person who is praised as a noble person?"

The darkness of human nature was fully displayed at this moment. At the first moment, Han Rong was thinking about the interests of his family. He almost subconsciously shook his head heavily.

"I haven't heard of it!"

"Cao Envoy, Han tribe of Anwentang, Wuyang, and lower-class clans!"

Seeing Cao Hongjie really took out the small notebook Sasha's record, the old face of the Han family, Han Yun, who was greeted, was as wonderful as drinking Wang Hou's biogas fertilizer, but it was not over yet! Wang Hou was so angry that he raised his head again and asked again.

"Then what outstanding figures have appeared in the Korean tribe of Chongwentang in Wuyang?"

This time it was Han Cheng, the old man on the other end, who was nervous, his eyes were as lightning as if he wanted to stare out his eyes, staring at Han Rong, the servant sitting in the main seat.

At this time, he realized how vicious Wang Hou's move was. However, he struggled to harden his old face. After a few seconds of stalemate, Han Rong shook his head firmly.

"I haven't heard it!"

"Envoy Cao, a low-ranking clan!"
Chapter completed!