After investing two consecutively, Mr. Cao's Bafu business suffered a small loss, Wang Hou could see some profits in the second agricultural tools business.

In the end of the Han Dynasty, in addition to the most valuable food, iron tools had the highest gold content. After all, only cold weapons could ensure that you could eat the hot food produced in your fields. Secondly, agricultural tools were of value. Without hoes, shovels, iron plows, you could not produce food. No matter how much land you had, you could only drink the northwest wind.

Moreover, compared with the inferior pig iron farm tools that broke in one swine last time, Wang Hougang's farm tools are even more popular in the market. In front of these heavy iron guys, even Hongnong Yang, who had a deep holiday with him, could bow his head.

Today is the back door of the mansion of the former Grand Marshal Yang Biao, the young servant Yang Xiu, who lived not far from Wang Hou. Several big ox carts from the royal palace were parked there sneakily. Wang Ganzi was like a thief. He tiptoed into the small back door that was only more than one person tall with a bundle of farm tools with straw bales. When he came out, he carried a box filled with hard currency and silk brocade in this era.

After more than half an hour of going back and forth, several large trucks were transported cleanly, and a total of more than twenty boxes were carried out.

The transaction was completed, and the king's pole was still counting like going back. Suddenly, the gate of the Yang Mansion was closed tightly like a plague avoiding the god. With a bang, his nose was firmly intimately and had a close contact with the big iron gate. After this, he was ruthless. The man, who was over 1.89 meters tall, squatted on the ground with tears in tears. After a long time, he returned sadly with blood covering his hands, clasped his fists at Wang Hou, and clasped his fists in a silence.

"Master! The transaction is over!"

This business is really profitable. Now the whole society is tilting towards war, and metal products are absolutely in short supply. The Yang family sold a large amount of money and sold a total of 1,000 hoes, 500 steel shovels, and ten steel plows. They exchanged for more than 450 pieces of silk. After sharing it evenly, four hoes of about two kilograms were replaced with one piece of silk.

Although it is not a silk, according to the current Xudu market, a piece of silk can be exchanged for money, a stone of corn or wheat can be exchanged for six or seven dou. The cost is converted to the capital, thanks to technology, coal was dug by one home and mine was pried on the mountain. Wang Hou only paid some black and white steamed buns, and the cost of iron smelting in a month can be 150 stones of wheat to death.

Three hundred percent profit!

But seeing the servants under his command happily carrying the cloth box to the carriage, Wang Hou was still a little happy and had no intention of comforting his loyal servant. After listening to Wang Ganzi's report, he just said lazyly, and then turned over and stepped onto the ox carriage.

Now he has a bad reputation in Xudu City. He took his servants all the way back to the mansion. As soon as he entered the door, Cao Hongjie was already in full swing. His little face turned red with excitement and shouted in a hurry.

"Hurry up! I have agreed with Hong'er from Xiahou's Mansion! Xizhuang in Xiahou's family also needs to buy hoes and steel shovels, at least a thousand!"

It was a good thing to have a business coming to the door, but her words hit Wang Hou's pain point. It hurt like a lot of silk flying away from her eyes. Her skin was thrusting, and Wang Hou slapped his thigh sadly.

"My eldest lady! It's out of stock!"

No wonder the ancient emperors had to last for a long time when building a royal tomb and digging a large pit. They were exhausted and damaged. Hundreds of thousands of people were thrusting their arms into battle. They dug for more than ten years. In later generations, they could level a mountain, and once the explosives were on, the excavator would arch for another week to change the landform. However, in this era, workers needed to dig small pieces of chisels on the mountain.

The iron ore that Wang Hou found was not a rich iron ore. The natural ore that was weathered and peeled off was used for the first time. Fortunately, there was a batch of smelting of smelting new steel tools that could be continued to be excavated. Even so, ninety-six strong men were drawn to mine, and more than 10,000 kilograms of ore were dug out in a month, which could smelter about 2,000 kilograms of steel. Just now, the former Taiwei Mansion of the Yang family in Hongnong was just a small-scale transaction, and it cleared all his products this month.

There are also Cao Hongjie, an excellent salesperson who relies on his familiarity everywhere to run errands, but his production capacity cannot keep up. This is probably the most tragic thing in life!

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In the afternoon, Funiu Valley.

Now Cao Hongjie has become a regular visitor to this dirty and messy mine. I really don’t know why every little girl loves to play with swords and guns. Wang Yuanwang’s blacksmith got what he wanted, wielding a hammer and smashing a sword embryo. This girl was pointing fingers, as if she was the master.

If we were to build armor and swords, we would probably make a few more profits. After all, Wang Hou stood on the shoulders of a giant who had been more than a thousand years ago, and would beat the weapons and armor of the same era by taking out any item. However, he really didn't dare to take them out.

He dared not increase the product height, and Wang Hou did not dare to increase the scale anymore. He brought back four thousand old, weak, sick and disabled people. There were already a lot of gentry who disliked him and were crooked in front of President Cao. This would add hundreds of strong men to him, so he would not directly make a conspiracy for himself? Although it is time for President Cao to use him, the three of them became tigers. The most unreliable thing is the human heart. God knows which hour of President Cao was so upset, and his life was over. Haven’t you seen how Han Fu and Yang Xiu died in history? So Wang Hou had to try to calm him.

If it really doesn't work, then you can only be a little rich man.

Listening to the sound of slamming irons and basking in the rare sunshine in winter, Wang Hou's eyes slowly narrowed, and he was about to fall asleep in a daze. But at this moment, a fierce sound of horse hooves suddenly shook on the mountain road. Before Wang Hou could react, a burst of snow foam had been blown by the war horses. His face was completely lost in cold sleep. He threw his face down and Wang Hou screamed and pulled the onion onions in the dry land. Before he could angrily find the tomb to take revenge and roll off the horse. Guo Jia had already rushed to the front with excitement and reached out to grab his collar.

"Let's go! Go quickly! Don't you ask for alchemist? You have received blessings! This time, a living god is really here!"

This was the first time that Guo Jia was so sarcastic and so out of control. Before Wang Hou could react, he had already pulled him to the side of the horse and pushed him on the horse. Then the guy suddenly shook the reins in front of him, and his enthusiasm was like Yuan Shaojun to Xu Du and he wanted to go out and fight to the death. Poor Wang Houjue didn't understand. He pulled the reins of the horse, and his big tongue blew out from the cold wind.

It's not over yet. Before I could run far, another yelling came from behind. Wang Hou knew that there was such a lively thing! The girl Cao Hongjie definitely didn't even want a big sword, so she had to follow with great enthusiasm.

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Guo Jia is really well-informed. The place where the great god passed by was Changshe, which was the place where the Huangpu Songhuo attacked the main force of the Yellow Turban Army. It was not close to Xu, so he rode a few followers and ran for more than a day before he arrived.

However, this trip was really worth it. Wang Hou, who had experienced war and had also declined, encountered a long-lost crowd. At that time, the villagers and the people from all over the countryside came, and there were at least tens of thousands of people. The townsmen and citizens of Changshe County were surrounded by the burned dark Changshe County. Moreover, it was not only the foolish people in the countryside, but also many scholars and scholars crowded here. Guo Jia is one of them, and it is also a typical example.

Looking at the crowd from afar, Wang Hou was so scared that he was shocked. Guo Jia was about to drill in with the reins of the horse and throw it to the side.

"Brother Fengxiao, wait, what's going on? It's not that the Yellow Turban Thief is starting to make trouble again!"

Sometimes in later generations, relatives and friends would not believe you, and they might take you into the pyramid scheme pit. Although Guo Jia’s evaluation in history was quite high, a shiny thing could be smashed through himself. Now, when Mr. Cao suddenly threw his robe and said that he was a woman, Wang Hou could believe it. The mother of the big and small said that he should not go to places with a large number of people. Seeing these villagers squeezed in like brainless fanatical fans who were rushing to concerts, Wang Hou hurriedly pulled Guo Jia’s collar and asked.

"This is the passing of the old god Yu Ji and Yu. When he wrote the "Taiping Jing" and even sacrificed himself with Emperor Shun, he has lived for more than a hundred years now! He is a recognized living god! Don't worry!"

When Guo Jia pulled back his neck collar, he shouted impatiently. However, seeing his moral character like a fanatical fan who was too beautiful, Wang Hou was even more worried.

Unfortunately, he wanted to back down, but he couldn't help but watch the fun. There was Cao Hongjie behind him who was eager to watch the fun. Seeing him like a blind bear, Gu Yong and Gu Yong were moving back. This girl squeezed out the useless man with too many people. Without even asking a question, Cao Hongjie's little head was directly pressed on Wang Hou's back, and Manniu pushed him like that and arched him straight in.

"Oh! Don't push it! Sorry, my girlfriend is anxious to ask for her happy pulse! You don't push it with a little girl! Oh! I'm sorry, brother!"

Unable to stop the car, Wang Hou's sad shouts sounded from the other side, throwing the horse and the guards outside. The three of them were actually fighting a bloody road in the crowd and rushed in.

Not to mention, there is really a fairy-like look inside. An old Taoist priest with long beards and chest and all white hair is sitting cross-legged under the big locust tree at the gate of Changshe County. Looking at the wrinkles on his face and the white beard, the old guy is definitely not young, but his body is bright, his waist is not hunched, his eyes are not blurry, and his body is not thin, and his body is as good as his thirties or forties. If he were in his later generations, he would definitely be the image spokesperson of a certain health product.

The boss's aura also needs to be supported by his younger brothers. The two hairs were still dark beside the old gods, but the older Taoist priests were also sitting cross-legged with meditation. Several Taoist teenagers in their teens or even a few were busy cooking a big black pot, and the pot was constantly emitting a bitter smell.

There was a scene where the gods saved people. A young man was lying on the cold ground. He probably had a disease like wind and cold. He was wrapped in a large sheet of paper and the cold wind kept swaying. The woman next to him who had been in the past years should be his mother. He knelt on the ground and begged. Seeing this scene, Guo Jia turned around with no sympathy and shouted at Wang Hou.

"The blessing is coming. Old God Yu used to use talisman water to save people. He had only heard of it before, but now he can finally tell him with his own eyes. It will be clear!"

Sooner or later, you will have to drink yourself into a god!
Chapter completed!