Wang Hou didn't know how lucky he was.

In the Prime Minister's Office, Cao Cao's office case, there were thick stacks of bamboo slips, all of which were impeached by him, Wang Hou and privately recruited refugees. At this time, the Grand Tutor Dong Cheng also stood under the desk and bowed with heartache.

"Prime Minister, gathering Xu Du's filth to disrupt the feng shui dragon energy of the Han Dynasty, and also recruiting more than 5,000 refugees as a subordinate. This intention of indiscriminate planning is already obvious! Such unfaithful and unfilial people cannot be kept!"

"Okay, the prince knows it, and he will send someone to investigate Wang Hou!"

After talking in a panic for a long time, he received this faint sentence. Dong Cheng was obviously particularly unwilling to accept it, but before he could bow down with his fists, Cao Cao's voice was already rising impatiently.

"The palace order has been very chaotic recently. There are even guards who dare to steal royal property! Grandmaster Dong has to pay more attention!"

Dong Cheng was obviously trembling violently, and even sweat beads appeared on his forehead. He didn't dare to say another word, bowed his fists, and quickly retreated out of the lobby.

It was not until he left that Cao Cao raised his head gloomyly, but shook his head in distress and helplessness.

"Just killing a woman by chance, she has dealt with more than 4,000 elderly, weak, and children without regard for her ability. She is so emotional that she cannot become a waste of the big climate!"

"I want to see how he ends up!"

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Mr. Cao lamented that when his employees were not good, Wang Hou, as a small supervisor, took out all his skills and tried his best to do it.

A great person said that he had to go up if he had the conditions, and he had to go up if he had no conditions to create conditions! Now Wang Hou had no conditions to put on thick down jackets for more than 4,000 refugees, but the wisdom of the working people was infinite. After the harvest in autumn, the millet poles left to burn fire were harvested by Lao Wangfu. He used a rope to make curtains and put them on his body, which could also block a lot of wind and cold.

Then there is grain. The corn, as the essence of this era, is much more expensive than the wheat used as coarse food. Two dou of millet can be exchanged for three and a half dou of wheat. The remaining 37000 stones of millet are sold in the mansion and all are exchanged for wheat. In this way, there will be 6,000 stones of grain, which can last longer last for a while.

On the side of the high platform where a large number of biogas pools were built in Niujia Village, scaffolding was busy building. Dozens of men wearing straw straw raincoats were busy pointing their fingers under Wang Hou, and they were busy carrying hammers.

The mortise and tenon method passed down by Master Lu Ban is indeed good, but the lack of tools is too long-lasting. If it is fast, it is still a good job of nails. Eight large holes were dug on the ground, and more than one meter of columns more than three meters high were buried. A thinner beam was used to form a triangle on it, and the skeleton was almost built. The remaining houses were covered with straw, and mud was used to make a wall on the edges of the columns. In three or four days, a very spacious shed was built.

However, this shed is not used to live in people. The cover of this straw shed that was finally built was stripped open again, and several longer columns were trees. At the top of the column, a huge "chrysanthemum" was connected.

A piece of wood the size of a cutting board was inserted around it, and thin wooden boards were nailed to the wooden pole. This thing was just standing up with the sound of the horns, and then it quickly rotated in the cold wind in winter.

It doesn't matter if this thing turns, and it drives the rope tied to the top behind it to turn rapidly. The rope pulls the wooden bearing below. With the creaking sound, the stone mill weighing dozens of kilograms also begins to turn around.

Later generations mentioned the Netherlands. The impression of the two-dimensional world is a gay country, and the normal people are the country of windmills. Westerners are bread and need to grind a lot of flour all year round. In order to save animal power, they build such windmills and use wind power to promote the millstone. In the knight's novel "Don Quixote", when he came to the Spanish countryside, Don Quixote, who first saw this thing, regarded it as a cyclop, rode a donkey and danced a knight's gun to challenge this thing with great momentum, and then let the windmill fan it.

From now on, the staple food in Wanghou's mansion will be wheat. He can't eat uncooked wheat rice, but he can't afford to raise cattle, and he can eat grass for half a day. If he works at such high intensity, the cattle will definitely be exhausted. In order to save the cattle from plowing in spring, he can only use this method of tricks.

But let alone, this thing is really good. The strong wind in the North China Plain blows, like an electric fan, pouring wheat grains on it, and the gray flour below falls down with the wheat bran.

Of course, these recruited refugees had no good taste and could enjoy the hand-rolled noodles that Wang Hou had eaten. The flour that was ground into the wheat bran was directly taken to a steamer made of clay pots. The steamed buns were made of black and thick, and the taste was very rough.

Moreover, the steamed bun cannot be eaten in vain. This steamed bun is placed on the table, and the account books of the new work of the Wang Mansion were also placed on the table. Yangzhou refugees who had been resting for more than three days were driven in line. Wang Fu and a few or two Wang family ministers who were familiar with writing and wrote down their names and pressed their handprints to receive these black-faced steamed buns.

The price of this steamed bun is that it has completely become Wang Hou's tenant slave and completely lost its freedom.

There is no way, in the words of Mr. Lu Xun, this is an era when it is unavailable to be a slave! There is still a way to live as a tenant slave. If you continue to be a refugee, you may become someone else's food one day. Seeing the child holding the big dark steamed buns and chewing happily in the snow, the adults could only sigh heavily while holding the black steamed buns that still had the warmth.

This is the only way to live. No one dares not to do it. It took almost a day to enter the name. Wang Hou took another inventory of resources. No wonder the big family in Xudu is unwilling to recruit refugees. The quality of these four thousand divisions is indeed not very good. Among the four thousand people, there are only 620 male men aged 16 to 40, a total of 620 male men aged 16 to 40, more than 800, and 770 or 80 male and female children under 16 who cannot do work. The rest are all women.

Yuan Shu was in a state of war. Most of the male members of the Yangzhou generation were recruited by him. This proportion was quite high! There may be too few heavy work. Wang Hou is currently counting on a coal mine that was picked out from Mr. Cao. As a result, he was really unable to make ends meet.

However, no matter how helpless it is, this is also a reality that needs to be accepted. After the statistics were completed, the Four Thousand Divisions were divided into seven natural villages by Wang Hou according to the seven counties that refugees fled from Yangzhou. Twenty respected old men were selected from each village to serve as the village's production team leader.

There were more than two months left before spring plowing. After the production units were divided, on the fifth day after Niujiazhuang rested, all the refugees were pulled into Funiu Mountain by Wang Hou.

The day of entering the mountain was quite grand. More than 4,000 people, led by the old men in their respective villages, formed a seventh group in a mess. They barely lined up. The servants of the royal palace piled up a large bales on the ground. As the position where Wang Hou, a feudal master, gave a lecture, several tiger, leopard cavalry and Wang Ganzi, more than a dozen strong servants were wearing armor, trying to stand upright and worry about their stomachs. They either carried a knife or a long halberd in their hands to show their majesty.

Accompanied by Wang Fu, Zhao Laotian and Niu Wanjin, two "old cadres" with their hands behind their backs and pretending to be majestic, Wang Hou climbed onto the ground with a serious expression.

This is the second time. He faced these black refugees. Just a few months ago, he was just a small employee of the company that anyone could manage shortly after he joined the company. But now he has transformed himself into a "coal mine boss" with 4,000 employees. He said that he was not born to be a leader, let alone Wang Hou, a class leader, who has never been a waste otaku once. His dark eyes were staring at him, and he was no longer nervous.

However, perhaps the desire for power flows in the men's blood vessels, and the life, death, misfortunes and blessings of these four thousand people are all determined by themselves. In nervousness, a unique excitement lingers in Wang Hou's heart without even notice. He went to the ground and was silent for a second or two. Under the excitement, Wang Hou cleared his throat heavily.

"Friends! From today on, this is your new home! A wonderful life will begin here!"

After saying a word, a group of employees were very disrespectful to the leaders and did not applaud at all. However, no wonder even Wang Hou felt ashamed. All the nearby mountains were cut down, and the wood for the mill was bought by him for a lot of money from some of the trusted members of General Cao. Now he really has no ability to build houses for these tenants. He had to get off and transport more than a thousand bundles of straw piles from the bottom of the mountain with a ox cart. At night, he could only light a bonfire outside the straw pile, and the whole family got into the straw pile to keep warm overnight.

This kind of living conditions! Carrying out a better life? Wang Hou himself doesn’t believe it!

A sense of embarrassment appeared on his face. After stuttering for a second or two, Wang Hou's tone became quicker.

"In Liu County, I promise you that as long as I have something to eat, you won't starve to death! But there is a prerequisite, that is, you work for me, Wang Hou, and work hard! Let's talk about the rules of this winter today. There is a carbonite mine in front of me! You dig out charcoal for me, and every basket of charcoal is dug up for me, and every time you dig up a basket of charcoal, you will count it! The elders of your respective villages and villages will report to Mr. Wang to distribute it in the evening, and recruit women to steam buns with noodles. Every time you make a pot of steamed buns, you will also distribute a steamed bun! This is distributed by the chef in the mansion in person!"

"In addition, the head of the family will send someone to verify the quantity. Once you find favoritism and fraud, you will be cancelled in the distribution of grain in your real village, and you will be hungry for the head of the family!"

"Remember! This is just the beginning! Exchange today's hard work for tomorrow's warmth, sufficient food, warm clothes, and spacious houses, and you will have them in the future! As long as you are willing to work hard and give!"

It is estimated that before Wang Hou traveled, any small company manager Liou could speak a hundred times more passionately than Wang Hou's words. However, before his dry words could fall, they had already stirred up endless waves in the crowd. Men, women, young and old rushed to the open-pit coal mine where they were already prepared. They rushed to the open-pit coal mine where they were exposed, and they tried hard to dig the hoe.

What drives them is just a steamed bun for dinner. Only those who have been hungry will know how terrible it feels to be hungry.

There were many people and strong forces. The dark coals in the earth basket were transported to the designated hillside one by one. The dark coal mountains began to accumulate at a speed visible to the naked eye. However, Wang Hou was still not happy when he looked at this scene. He was quite helpless and shook his head with self-deprecating trembling.

"Brother Black-hearted coal!"
Chapter completed!