A long team of officials was waiting on both sides of the east gate of Xudu City. Cao always gave Chen Deng enough face. Not only mobilized officials to send him off, but also went out of the city to see him off. Under the Jinluo Huagao, Ambassador Chen Deng sold Brother Lu. He slowly and solemnly bowed to Prime Minister Cao, who was wrapped in a down jacket in the cold weather, and then slowly climbed onto the BMW given to him by Prime Minister Cao.

However, before entering the carriage, the guy did not forget to smile at Wang Hou who was standing in the team of officials who saw off, dusted the same down coat, and then lowered his head to go in. This scene made Wang Hou, who was still wearing a single dress, feel sad.

Let's go! The next item is finally mine!

As more than a dozen knights opened the way, Chen Deng's carriage gradually disappeared into the fog of snow. When he walked, it was like a fuse burning forward, faintly igniting the smoke above Xuzhou.

However, it was a matter of turning the New Year. After the farewell party, Prime Minister Cao, as the leader, took the lead and rode back to the city. The gathering team of officials also dispersed. Before Wang Hou could understand what was going on, more than a dozen colleagues around him scattered their noses like the plague-avoiding god. Wang Hou couldn't help but be stunned. Then he smiled bitterly and shook his head, hugged his arms and walked towards the place where he parked his carriage.

This is the end of the offender. Wherever he goes, Xu Du officials point at his back and say sarcastic words, with contempt on his face, and some people deliberately pinch their noses, looking sarcastic.

Guo Jia and Cao Hongjie both ran to accompany the Prime Minister, Chen Deng went home, and only he was left. This situation was really lonely.

But loneliness is always better than the three tribes of Yi! With a comfort, Wang Houn walked towards his carriage with no help.

The master is depressed, and the servants are depressed too. I guess Wang Ganzi and others have also suffered from frustration from other people's servants. They are listless, and their heads are drooping.

However, after wandering back to Cangcao Mansion, Wang Hou was in a better mood. After a month of hard work, he had a little home look. There were big kangs in the front and back yards, hot water burned on the stove at any time, and some high-legged sofas, stools, and dining tables were also beaten out one by one. At least, you don’t have to kneel down to eat at home, so you can sit comfortably.

More importantly, the large oak bathtub that Wang Hou wanted was built. There is nothing more comfortable than taking a hot bath in a cold weather. Anyway, I don’t have to go to the Prime Minister’s Mansion to work again after the breakup. As soon as I jumped out of the carriage, Wang Hou waved his face to Wang Fu who came out to greet him.

"Boil water, I want to rest assured, lord!"

"Little one obeys the order!"

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In the morning, the water was covered in water and in the afternoon. As an otaku, Wang Hou was particularly careful about his own acre of three-part land. In the renovation project of the royal palace, the problem of warm-up accommodation for the servants was solved, and he immediately took action on it.

The entire bathroom was raised about 30 centimeters, and the bathroom floor of about ten square meters was completely paved with a low kang. The porcelain of this era was not yet developed, let alone ceramic tiles. Therefore, the bathtub was still made of cypress wood, leaning against the inner wall, and there was a water injection port on the wall. The maid poured the hot water from the boiler room into the pottery hole. The entire bathroom quickly became steaming. As soon as the clothes were hung out to the screen, Wang Hou jumped into the bathtub comfortably, and rolled his eyes comfortably on the slope specially created.

Soaked in the warm water, Wang Hou's head became restless again.

He is now living his capital and supporting the operation of the entire royal palace. He is the one who deceived Chen Deng to pay tribute to the Emperor of Han. The only income left is the salary of 400 stones given by Prime Minister Cao. Moreover, because General Cao was short of money and food at the beginning of his business, the 400 stones were given directly to him in the form of land. His 500 acres of Zhongtian in Funiu Mountain were worth more than ten years of his salary. Now, with a bad reputation, he monopolized all the fertilizers in the entire Xudu City. The harvest next year will definitely be more than 400 stones, but that will be next autumn.

This is a chaotic time in the late Han Dynasty, and there are too many variables that can happen in a year.

There is also Cao Hong Festival. That night in Xuzhou, she had been crossed out by Wang Hou from the list of "female secretary" who was "close to" by Mr. Cao. However, after Mr. Cao every day, she was either the adopted daughter of Mr. Cao, or the niece of Mr. Cao, a relative daughter of the Cao family, such as the niece of Mr. Cao. They were both like that. Wang Hou had to give an explanation to Mr. Cao, but with his current reputation, wealth, and social status, it seemed very difficult to make Mr. Cao marry him.

Then there's still going to be a struggle!

But where to start? I used to read novels, those time travelers who made a fortune rely on business to make money. Now Wang Hou can sell a lot of goods as goods, because there are no things in this era, and the most ready-made ones. The down jacket he hasn't worn yet, and Chen Deng almost ate the hot pot that he didn't bite his tongue, but in just a blink of an eye, Wang Hou gave up these two things again.

On the one hand, he has money to change into thick clothes these days, and the people who go to restaurants are all high-ranking officials and nobles, at least they are also geniuses. He offended the eldest sons of the genius Wang and Hongnong Yang. On the other hand, he is still a small shrimp in the meritorious camp of General Cao, and the markets on both sides seem to be particularly difficult to develop.

On the other hand, Xu Du really didn't have this commercial environment. This was a political capital specially built by General Cao to welcome Emperor Xian of Han. Just like the American Washington, here, even if a marketing genius came here, he would starve to death. In addition to the official office, he was a house where dignitaries lived, and basically no environment was left for business. Outside the city, there were also farms of large families. In the feudal era, these farms were independent economies. Cloth, grain, iron utensils, pottery and medicinal materials were all produced from farms. The serf tribe who cultivated for noble people in farms was also poor and had only one piece of clothing left. Do you let them eat hot pot? Forget it!

If you want to do business, you have to get some essential products that people of this era are indispensable! What must be made of? Grain? More than 4,000 stone and millet in the warehouse are definitely necessities. What should I eat after I sell them? Besides, I dare not sell them for emergency reasons! Salt? The thing is naturally economical. With the relationship with Chen Deng, it is not impossible to get to the point of being able to make a fortune. The problem is that Mr. Cao also expects this thing to make a fortune! Wang Hou doesn't want to be unable to get along with his head.

What else? Firewood, rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and tea, people in this era have so low desires that most of them are not necessities! What else can you make a fortune?

He was soaked that his head was dizzy and he was holding the side wall of the bathtub. He was swaying and trying to climb out, but at this time, a shattered debate sounded at the door.

The father and son Wang Ganzi and Wang Fu should be the one who speaks. The tone is full of complaints. Wang Ganzi hums like a resentful woman, "Father, please advise the head of the family too! Our family is also a famous family of aristocratic families. We ran to other people's mansions to collect Yexiang! Now they call us Yexiang Mansion. When we meet them when we go out, the servants of other mansions laugh at us, and the children can't raise their heads. How can we live like this if we continue like this!"

But Wang Fu, who had always had a good temper, was rarely irritable this time and was not angry and slapped his strong son in the back of the head.

"How did I teach you? Do your duty! Is it your duty to talk about the master's family behind your back? If others say you can't raise your head? In such a huge Xudu, which servants in the mansion have corn and broth every time? The servants in the Honglu Mansion and Diannong Mansion have no carbon fire to keep warm, and more than a dozen frozen to death. The head of the family set up a kang for you as soon as he came back, so that you can sleep warmly at night, why don't you say that? You are such a heartless thing!"

With a creaking sound, Wang Hou hurriedly pushed open the door in a robe and asked excitedly: "What's wrong? What's wrong? Why did the Dahonglu and Diannong Duwei's family freeze to death?"

He was shocked. The father and son at the door were almost lying on the ground, full of sadness. Wang Fu kowtowed and bowed back tremblingly.

"Go back to home, this year, the weather in Xudu is very cold this year. In addition, the mountains have been cut down in the past two years. There are many people in Xudu, and the carbon fire cannot be distributed, so many people have frozen to death!"

"Thanks to the master's kindness in our mansion, we didn't freeze to death. This evil beast is still ungrateful. I'm beating you to death!"

As he said that, Wang Fu was so angry that he slapped Wang Ganzi on the back of the head, slapped the silly, big, black and thick guy shrank his neck, but Wang Hou looked anxious and waved his hands straight.

"Okay, okay, stop acting! There's really nothing left on the mountain?"

"Go back to Master, I'm really out of fire!"

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Before traveling through time, Wang Hou accompanied my mother out. He was still feeling that no one picked up so many straw, weeds, dry branches, and it was a waste. If it had been picked up in the early years, it would have been a waste. Wang Hou would not have any feelings at that time, but now he believed it.

Xuchang is not far from Funiu Mountain, and most of the entire territory is plains. What a good guy, I finally got close to the hills and forests, and it was cut down like Mr. Ge's forehead, and it was almost gone! The whole mountain was bare and there was no more grass!

Not to mention weeds and shrubs, the trees that should have been dense were also cut down. They were taken by President Cao to build a palace for Emperor Xian of Han. Even the roots of the tree were dug out and burned for the people. No wonder there were only primeval forests in the northeast in later generations. Judging from the speed of human beings plundering nature in front of us, many primeval forests had to be cut down.

Firewood, rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and tea, firewood ranks first. Wang Hou, who was either natural gas or gas tanks in later generations, only now realized the importance of this thing. No wonder Jiang Ziya's apprentice in the Romance of the Gods wanted to explain the identity of a woodcutter. In the Water Margin, it was mentioned many times that the heroes of Liangshan were traversing with firewood. In this era, fuel was also a scarce product, and it was an indispensable means of production for the lives of ordinary people, which was closely related to the life of the time.

Looking at the bare hill, feeling the sufferings of the world. As for the hard-working people who were suffering and frozen, Wang Hou's eyes were bright like the light bulb, and the husky who had released the monk ran half of the hillside. He grabbed the panting old Wang Fu's shoulder in a hurry and asked excitedly.

"Wang Fu, where was the stone carbon pile that the wood chopper found last time?"
Chapter completed!