Often, ideals are full and skinny.

During the past few days in Jinzhong, Wang Hou has actively carried out his grain raising plan. In the entire Bingzhou, he has more than 20 stores and more than 5,000 shops, and the number of the staff is really busy like a grandson. However, after more than ten days of busyness, Wang Hou has eaten a pound!

"What? Only forty thousand stones!"

"Back to the lord!"

Qi He, the shopkeeper of Jinyang, had a pleated old face, and was as sad as the old farmer who had suffered on the Loess Plateau for more than two thousand years. He looked like the dried tangerine peel soaked in water than Wang Hou. In a tragic way, he reported helplessly.

"This is still the bean seeds you asked to harvest by lord! If you only count wheat, it will only be ten thousand stones!"

Wang Houzhen was a little urge to vomit blood.

He didn't have any food, and even asked him to take out two or three million stones of grain in one breath. In fact, it was no problem. The Songnen Plain in Heishan Country is vast and sparsely populated, which is a grain-producing land, and the Liaohe Plain is vast and sparsely populated, which is a production land. Even the Korean Peninsula in the Datong River Basin, where Gongsun Kang survives, is still a grain-producing land.

But the problem is that tens of millions of stones of grain are in Liaodong! In order to ensure that Guihua City is under his control, Wang Hou will always have only enough food for only one winter. Who knew that Mr. Cao could suddenly give him such a large territory! When he crossed the Han Empire from east to west and east of Liaodong and transported rice and grain to Guanzhong, it would probably be autumn. By then, the few people in Guanzhong would have starved to death.

Moreover, Wang Hou had a large number of industries in Bingzhou, and there were not enough grain, cloth, tea, iron and copper coins. He had these foods and vegetables that were purchased on site for hundreds of thousands of stones. Wang Hou never thought about the problem of not being able to collect the food.

After being stunned for a moment, taking a deep breath, Wang Hou actually swallowed his anger again, calmed down, and then asked again.

"Tell me! Why can't I collect food!"

"Because the surplus grains of small and small landlords and poor families who are close to our Liaodong and have been purchased from February this year, people have been buying them at a price of 10% higher than the market price, not only in Bingzhou, Hedong, Hongnong and other places! The villain doesn't know that the general needs food! This month, the villain has purchased them at a price twice the market price! But there is really no food on the market!"

"oh?"

This news was really beyond Wang Hou's expectations. What is the geese all day long? It made the family bird peck at him. He was just a big profiteer who bought high and bought low and hoarded goods. He never expected that there would be people calculating in the business war! But after a moment of surprise, Wang Hou suddenly smiled and shook his head.

"Forget it, go back and have someone transport some money to Jinyang! The grain collection plan is cancelled. I will send someone to transport bean seeds and steel agricultural tools to Chang'an first, and then distribute them!"

"Lord, is it okay to have no food?"

"The other party started collecting grain in February, which means he knew earlier than me that the Prime Minister would appoint me as a major Guanzhong business station, so he dug a pit early! However, politics is no different from our business. There is a buy and a sale, and the price is enough, and loyalty is enough to buy. Since it has spent such a large price, the other party probably doesn't want to lose money. Anyway, I can't collect grain now, so I'll just wait for the seller to come to bargain!"

Wang Hou's analysis was quite clear, and it was rare to see that Old Tian's orange peel was so beautiful.

"The villain obeys the order!"

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But it was true that Wang Hou didn't feel anything! The Liaodong business had just stopped purchasing grain collectively. Within three days, the owner came to the door. Moreover, when Wang Hou saw this person, he didn't feel strange at all, but his face was full of sneer.

"I haven't seen you for a long time, Zhongda has a better style. This official has been a year after year!"

"You have to follow your tail horse!"

Sometimes Wang Houzhen doubts his protagonist's halo. Good guy, his subordinate Zhao Yunwu and Qiu Jian are more handsome than him. The enemy Sima Yi's old turtle is still more handsome than him. After a few years, this old guy is becoming more mature and capable. His hair is neatly combed neatly and neatly. If his mature and capable face is shaved, he will be a successful person with elite senior executives in later generations. He is dressed in a blue shirt and Confucian robe. In short, it is more handsome than him!

Moreover, this guy has a greater face than himself. He is Wang Hou, who returns home in the Hou, and his patriarch Wang Xin has not even had a face. Good guy, Sima Zhongda of Hanoi is here, and the old guy follows him happily! 120

Listening to Sima Yi's compliment, Wang Hou snorted coldly without comment, and then he was impatient and went around in circles and shouted out in anger.

"Zhongda doesn't go to Chang'an to take up his post. He comes to Jinyang to find me. It's not like reminiscing about the past!"

"Of course not. The general is Zhongda's boss. Zhongda comes here, but he gives gifts to the general!"

"One.5 million stones of grain! If it is not enough, you can add it!"

Without any response, Wang Hou was still gloomy and not as handsome as his face. Then he looked at him. He was so angry that he had not been in vain for many years. He was stared at by his gloomy eyes for half a minute. Even the old thief Sima couldn't feel it. He smiled bitterly and clasped his fists.

"The general is wise and the grain is not given for nothing. After all, it is the hard work of all the families. The Sima family in Hanoi, the Cui family in Qinghe, and the twenty-one tribes, including your mother tribe, Jinyang Wang family, have some small things to ask for!"

"We want the fields in Kinai!"

"Then what!"

"No land!"

Land is still the lifeblood of aristocratic families. Wang Hou, who is in charge of Guanzhong, doesn’t like it, but in the eyes of these Central Plains families, they are still treasures.

Moreover, it is not just land. If these twenty-one Central Plains families scattered all the land near the capital, and the land, tenants and population belonged to them, then they would be strong in terms of political discourse. Wang Hou, the Guanzhong major station, was equivalent to being undermined by them.

Then, the biggest winner in this political game was Sima Yi. He was the governor of Yongzhou and had won over a large group of aristocratic families in the Central Plains. His voice even exceeded that of Wang Hou.

The landless family is a common method for the wealthy families to hide their land, and then hide their household registration, avoid taxes, harm the country and make themselves rich. To put it bluntly, it is tax-free.

However, without answering Sima Yi's question, Wang Hou asked coldly with a gloomy face.

"Zhongda, there was a time when I wanted to kill you, do you know?"

"Oh? It's also because Zhongda was too frivolous at the time, no wonder the general!"

With a magnanimous look, Sima Yi quickly put on a sincere smile and shook his hands while smiling, but the next second, his smile froze on his face.

"So you shouldn't make the mistake of this year today! Come and see off guests!"

"Wang Tuqiu, don't forget your origin!"

Seeing that the Sima family's younger generation, who could bring huge benefits to the aristocratic families, seemed to have been humiliated by Wang Hou, the old Wang Yun also became the leader's temper and slapped the table and scolded Wang Hou with grinning.

However, he was also staring at him with cold eyes, and even the murderous aura of fighting on the battlefield in those years emerged. Old Wang Xin could not help but stagger back in horror, full of fear, shouting with a harsh look.

"Wang Tuqiu, what are you going to do? This is the Wang clan of Jinyang, and I am the leader of the Wang clan!"

"I don't do anything, I just thank my uncle for this East Street house! Wang Fu, see off guests!"

Seeing that Old Wang Fu was extremely relieved, he waved his sleeves at the door, and the two leaders of the big family went out with a gloomy face.

The showdown with these aristocratic families was completely broken by Wang Hou before he started bargaining!
Chapter completed!