"Envoy Cao, the land account book you want!"

It was like Parkinson's, his hands were shaking and his body was shaking. The old housekeeper of the Han Mansion seemed to have turned on the vibration mode, and then he shaked before handing the Wuyang Korean-style Tianmukou family to Cao Hongjie.

Although the methods were not brilliant, after all, this was obtained from her own labor. The girl took it with her proud look and nodded deeply. However, after looking at it, she hurriedly stuffed it into Wang Hou's hand again.

After despising Cao Xiaoniang, Wang Hou reached out to take the bamboo slips. The ancients' accounting methods were really hot. Fortunately, he has found experience in turning the floor books recently. He skipped all the fronts and looked directly at the back. But after reading the first volume, Wang Hou raised his eyebrows obviously, put down the first volume of the bamboo slips, and hurriedly grabbed the second volume again, and glanced at it, and it was the third volume again.

He simply stopped reading the rest, threw the account books into a pile, his brows tightened, and he asked at the old housekeeper with a serious look.

"Wuyang Han family has only 15,000 acres of land?"

"Returning to the King's Order, there are only 15,000 acres of land!"

It was still Parkinson's pattern with trembling all over his body, but when answering this, Old Gui Han nodded with certainty. This time, not only Wang Hou, but even Cao Hongjie's smile became calm.

However, under her attention, Wang Hou waved his slap: "I understand! Butler Han will go down!"

"Old slave!"

The old guy just left with his robe, and Cao Hongjie was already slapped at the table and roaring angrily.

"The Korean-style name of Yingchuan Fourth Chiefs of Wuyang! He is so greedy and despicable! He is silent!"

"Ten fifteen thousand acres! Not even a quarter of his land!"

Unlike Changshe, Wuyang is a big county. After the war, Dingkou had 50,000 to 60,000 yuan, and the land was probably less than 100,000 yuan. The county magistrate was 400 stones, but not the chief. Moreover, Wang Hou had done his homework before he entered the palace. The tax and taxes here were as close as the fifth year of Zhongping, which was the year when the general He Jin was chopped off by the eunuch. That year, the Han family in Wuyang had 60,000 mu of land. After ten years of self-cultivation, the farmer went bankrupt and disappeared. Now he can merge 70,000 mu! He was on the same level as the Zhong family in Changshe, and it would not be an exaggeration to say that he would not give up a penny.

However, after a headache, Wang Hou still waved his hand helplessly: "Wuyang Han clan, be recorded as a middle-grade clan!"

"I also let them have the upper middle grade. This virtue is not included in a poor family. It has been mercy outside the law! I don't!"

"Red Festival, do you think I don't want it! But you have to consider the Prime Minister. After all, the Han family in Wuyang has tens of thousands of people, and there are many former officials in the court. There are also the Grandpa Han Rong there, so they are designated as the lowest class. The Han family is not convinced, so it will definitely cause trouble in Xudu, and the Prime Minister is also difficult to do!"

Speaking in disappointment, Wang Hou's face immediately showed a ruthless look and snorted: "And even if it is listed as a middle-class family, it is enough for the Han family to receive this Wuyang. Every year, Zhong Yao can recommend three Zhong family children or disciples to enter the court, but Han Rong can only recommend one. In the long run, the Han family's clan members or old officials will only have fewer and fewer opportunities to stand out under his sect, and talents will not be willing to worship under the Han family. There will always be a day when he declines!"

"It's cheaper for this family!"

When Wang Hou mentioned Mr. Cao, Cao Hongjie had no choice but to bite the little tiger's teeth and hummed in disappointment.

However, at this moment, the door where Cao Hongjie and Wang Hou lived was knocked again, and the voice of the Han family butler sounded outside the door again.

"Cao Envoy, Wang Lingguan, the head of the family will hold a banquet tonight. I wonder if you have any time to enjoy your face?"

When Cao Hongjie spoke, he wanted to reject it. Who knew that he was ahead of him? Wang Hou quickly responded loudly: "So, thank you Mr. Han. I and I will definitely go to the banquet as agreed!"

"Old slave obeys the order!"

Hearing the old guy walking away again, his little face chubby, Cao Hongjie hummed angrily again: "Old miser, a scum who evades taxes, he has no appetite when he sees him, why do you agree to go to the banquet?"

"The Han family is also guilty. Before leaving, there must have been a lot of bribes. I want to open a gap in public relations with you and me. Before I leave Xudu, I have already discussed with the Prime Minister. I received the bribes of seven and three. The Prime Minister will not punish me for accepting bribes. Now if I can get more back, I will take some back. Don't be idle. Just give him a medium-grade bribe!"

"Tsk, it's Prime Minister seven, you three!"

Cao Hongjie rolled his eyes wide, but Wang Hou still blushed at all with cowhide being pierced, and muttered, "I know you are not dressing up yet and ready to pick up customers!"

"Tsk, go to death!"

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Now Han Jue, the former censor of the Han family in Wuyang, has been in the Han family for half a month. This is the first time I have seen this old guy. It is true that good people live for thousands of years without long life. This old hypocrite who claims to be a pure stream is in his seventies and still has a red face. Moreover, the old guy doesn't even understand the principle of county magistrates now. He still looks arrogant at the banquet, and he speaks an elder, teaching Wang Hou a lesson everywhere.

But anyway, I have money to get it later, so I have a plan to make the difference for his family. Wang Hou didn't give him the favor, and hummed while drinking, which made the old guy feel good.

As for Cao Hongjie, he simply let go of his cheeks and ate. The level of this banquet can be equated with the reception of Zhong Yao. It is useless to not eat it! This is so fierce that Wang Hou even worried that she would become a fat pig before she got married.

After eating this meal for more than two hours, the Han family's wine was also rich in grain, and one jue toast. Before he knew it, Wang Hou also drank a little high and was covered in alcohol. For the banquet, Cao Hongjie helped him back a little angry.

However, as soon as he walked to the entrance of the yard, Han Fei, the old butler of the Han family, stopped him with a smile on his face, bowing heavily with respect.

"I have met the envoy Cao and the magistrate of the king!"

"Eunuch, did you want a bath in Wujun green tea a few days ago? My husband went to Cixinye and bought it for you. Wuyang official business is over. Tomorrow you will be on the way with Wang Lingguan! You might as well go and relax today!"

Taking a bath is quite tempting for women, but subconsciously, Cao Xiaoniu's eyes fell on the drunk Wang Hou again. Looking at this, Old Housekeeper Han's smile became a little weird. He laughed and bowed.

"Don't worry, Wang Lingguan, I will take care of you! This is Wuyang Han Mansion, no one dares to make trouble here! Wang Lingguan is so safe!"

Indeed, if something happened to Wang Hou in Wuyang Han Mansion, Cao Cao would definitely be unable to take advantage of Wuyang Han family. It was not that he loved Wang Hou too much, but that if the officials who came out to do business could not be protected, Cao Cao, the central lord, would have no majesty at all.

Anyway, Wang Hou said that if he had a advantage, he would be a bastard! He handed the drunken ghost onto the servant brought by the old housekeeper Han. The girl was heartless and hummed and shouted, "Lead the way!"

"Okay! Please come here!"

Leading the road respectfully, Old Butler Han gave a heavy wink at the servant who was supporting Wang Hou, and then he disappeared at the corner of the intersection with Cao Hongjie. After nodding, the two of them walked towards the bedroom where they were staying, along with Wang Hou, who was playing drunken fists.

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"Go home! I want to go home! I want to fight and slap! I am a gold ADC, don't compete with me for the lane!"

Wang Hou was definitely not drunk, and was helped to the bed and kept muttering drunken words, but the two Han servants were confused when they listened to the drunken words. They were determined to eavesdrop for a while, but they couldn't understand anything. The two servants finally turned around and went out helplessly.

However! After a few minutes, they carried a quilt and rolled it back, threw it on Wang Hou's bed, turned around and closed the door heavily.

This plot is old-fashioned, woman!

Using bribes to please big people is always a masterpiece of aristocratic families! The quilt is alive, and Wang Houxianyu is playing drunken fists like that. He is not honest for a while. After waiting for a while, the quilt is also opened while trembling, and a pretty girl appears.

There was only one bellyband wrapped around her body and hugging the quilt. The little girl's eyes were extremely complicated, with hatred, fear and disgust in her eyes. She fell on Wang Hou for more than a minute. Suddenly, a knock sounded at the door, which scared her. Then she gritted her teeth and crawled out of the quilt, and her little hands trembled and clumsyly grabbed Wang Hou's collar.

However!

"The jungler is here!!!"

Wang Hou sat up as clever as a zombie, and Guru suddenly churned to the ground again. The little girl was so scared that she screamed and hurriedly shrank back with her chest.

But the door window knocked a few more times again, and once again trembled all over. The little girl crawled out with her silver teeth again. However, she sat on the ground in a daze, but Wang Hou was like a turtle that was turning over, rolling and crawling for more than three meters away, but she rolled to the door.

"I'll tell you the spider! I'm here to flash and add blood. Come over and give you a quality second company!"

"Spider? The maid Ruaner was sent by Lord Han to scout Wang Lingguan! Please stop making trouble. If the maid does not scout, if the maid returns home, the mother will..., Lord!"

Fortunately, the little girl had no heart disease. With a bang, Wang Hou knocked open the door open. While running into the yard with a drunken fist, this guy was walking and turning back and mocking her while walking like Huang Bo's classic camera emoticon pack.

"Hey, I still want to form a cocoon to me! I'm flashing across the wall, hahaha!"

"Hey! King Lingguan!"

Not only that little girl, but seeing Wang Hou running away in a blink of an eye, the two Han servants were also depressed.

On the other end, the villa, the large bathroom.

It was the fragrance of a room of green tea. Humming the northern notes and soaking in water, Cao Hongjie comfortably wiped her with ancient soap made of oil and ash. She was so slender and smooth that she could not write about her fear of being killed. She was afraid of being killed. She was suddenly knocked open with a bang.

He hid in the water, but his little hand pulled out the sword on the table like a loud lightning. In Cao Hongjie's cold eyes, he saw Wang Hou closing the door and hiking in drunkenly, and giggling.

"Assistant, I'm here!"

After breathing a sigh of relief, Cao Hongjie threw out a ball of sticky fat and fragrant ash in anger.

"What are you doing? I'm taking a shower! I don't have time to pay attention to you, a drunk cat! Get out!"

"Hey, help you ignore me! Then I'll go back and find the vixen in the middle to fight alone! Let her charm me!"

Confused, Wang Hou was shaking and about to go out again, but the vixen spirits had the same meaning in the late Han Dynasty and later generations, not to mention that there was a charm! In an instant, Cao Hongjie's eyes widened, and he stood up from the water and pointed out her white index finger at Wang Hou in anger.

"Stop it!"
Chapter completed!