Deng Ai is in trouble.

Deng Ai started in the late cold and worked with the refugees in the military camp. However, although Deng Ai was poor when he was a child, he was adopted by Wang Hou when he was not old. He had little chance of dealing with refugee peasants. Most of the people he had contacted were the polite children of landlord families in Liaodong Academy.

No matter where the farmers are kind-hearted, they like to take advantage of small things, be petty, and sometimes be stubborn and stubborn. Most people also have personality defects. After all, there is a very shortage of daily necessities in this era. If they are not petty and stubborn, it will be difficult to survive.

In this case, it was vividly reflected in the matter of land division! Two responsible soldiers put on the ground with hemp ropes with lengths of carved lines. Before they could even nail the stone-carved field monument, a hundred farmers on the other end were already screaming.

It seemed to be complaining that when the land was measured just now, the soldier did not drag the rope completely to the root.

However, the hemp rope that carved the scale should not be completely pulled to the root. Deng Ai certainly refused to agree. He was full of anger and argued with these farmers.

However, if a person reasoned with a hundred people, even if you were right, it seemed to be ignorant! It was another typical manifestation of small peasant consciousness. A hundred people grinned at the top of their throats, and their voices continued to yell, like a beehive, completely drowned Deng Ai's voice. However, Deng Ai's fault, he liked to stutter when he was nervous, and his face was red with a bit of pretentiousness. His strokes were drawn. He was stuttering more difficult, and the situation on the scene seemed to be even more uncontrollable.

However, standing on the official road not far away nearby, Wang Hou had no intention of helping at all, and watched his young staff officer dancing and giving helplessly.

It is because of the small peasant consciousness. The more noisy the matter of dividing the land, the more the Guanzhong prisoners who were born in most peasants pay more attention to dividing the land, running away! Homesickness! These other emotions naturally become less, and the management cost decreases.

So although his little disciple couldn't resist it, Wang Hou had no intention of caring about it.

Besides, he didn't have the energy to help because he had a more important task, which was to raise funds and attract sponsorship!

Time is endless! When Mr. Cao left, the military rations stationed in Tongguan were only available for about two months! His territory, Guihua City, is not a grain-producing area now! If transported, only the grain from the Liaodong Plain and the Songnen Plain of Heishan Kingdom can support it. However, by the time this part of the grain arrives, it is estimated that Guanzhong will be hungry.

So his goal was to Sili, who was occupied by General Cao and the nearest Bingzhou. Wang Hou was most concerned about it, to go to Bingzhou to raise grain. After all, there was a family of his own origins, the Wang family in Jinyang!

Many heroes who have been chaotic in troubled times rely on their families. After so many years, I can go home and ask for help. It should be fine!

"General Xiahou, please ask Chang'an! If the horse thief and Korean thieves attack again, please be sure to defeat the enemy in the Asura Won-Yuan. Don't disrupt the order of the Mintun in Weinan. Please!"

This Guanzhong major businessman is also frustrated. Xiahou Yuan is a veteran general of the Cao family. He is much older than him, but now he has become his subordinate to Wang Hou. He is very upset! Especially he is still a half-listening person who can not listen! In order to monitor him, Wang Hou, this master, Wang Hou has to be coaxed by him.

He held his fists respectfully and looked sincere. After retracting his gaze, he asked heavily, and I dared not use the oral words I pretended to be chanting.

"When I go to Jinyang to raise grain, I will rebel after I have enough food to supplement military and civilian use!"

Fortunately, you have to look at the Buddha's face if you don't look at the monk's face! Although you are not interested in Wang Hou's big platform climbing onto his head, Xiahou Yuan still hummed proudly for the sake of General Cao's great cause.

"Don't worry, big business station! Xiahou can save it!"

"Thank you, Brother Xiahou!"

After comforting this capable stubborn donkey, Wang Hou was relieved and said goodbye with his fists. He turned his back on his horse. Behind him, more than 16,000 Xianbei people who gave up the opportunity to host the local host in Guanzhong were also turned on their horses.

It is true that a hero and three gangs are true. In this kung fu, the situation of dividing the land by the Wei River has changed again. Deng Ai was bullied, so his two "uncles" naturally could not sit idly by. In the midst of the noise, Cao Zhang came with a standard Liaodong expression grinning. Following Xu Yue, the cavalry commander who was ruthless and talked too much, behind him, more than a hundred Guanzhong peasants came angrily with their sleeves rolled up.

I don’t know if it was the idea that Cao Zhang came up with, but San Xiaoqiang would actually use his strength to fight. They both called him to the tenants who were the next piece of land. I guess the excuse was that they would take more than one more piece, so you would take less. In this case, the tenants who were also stingy and sloppy and unwilling to do anything will certainly not allow it.

With more than a hundred numbers joining, the battlefield suddenly became evenly matched. The two people stretched their necks like big gooses, and their faces were red and their ears were grinning, which was astonishing as the seven uncles and eight uncles fought each other during the demolition and division of land in later generations.

Moreover, these Guanzhong people have the straightforward personality of the Northeastern people in the future. If you can do it, don’t whine. After a dozen quarrels, they rolled up their arms and sleeves. The two sides gritted their teeth and started fighting each other.

This one greeted each other's ancestors for the eighteen generations. One by one, a Guanzhong peasant hugged each other's neck and held the other's descendants and churned in the mud. On the other end, three sources of storms, Cao Zhang, Xu Yue and Deng Ai and San Xiaoqiang, didn't know when the crowd came out. A dead wood on the side of the road looked lively. Someone brought three cups of milk tea behind him. In Sichuan dialect, it was called Bashi's tightness!

He shook his head with a silence, and facing the rising sun in the east, Wang Hou shook the reins heavyly.

"drive!"

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One of them crossed the Yellow River from Pujin, passed Hedong County and entered Bingzhou, and then went north. He had already advanced to become the second powerful minister of the Han Dynasty. Wang Hou, the first real power, was unblocked. There was no county magistrate along the way, who dared to make things difficult for him, which made the Xianbei army who wanted to take advantage of the situation and take the opportunity to grab a wave of the wave.

It has been more than ten years since this era. This is the first time that Wang Hou has come home. He has traveled through the broken mountains of Shanxi and entered the Taiyuan Basin. Looking at the distance, looking at the scattered fields not far from the city, relying on the scattered fields on both sides of the Fen River and the Wang village with special characteristics of the Han Dynasty, or blue bricks and large tiles or straw thatched huts. I wonder if it is the residual local timidity in this body, Wang Hou's heart couldn't help but tremble.

However, the Xianbei Congqi, who had placed the Xianbei Congqi far away, led the guard cavalry team to the Wang family's settlement. They were almost at the entrance of the village, but they didn't even see a welcome person. Looking at this scene, Zhuge Ying suddenly became angry. Even if she returned to Zhuge, there was a crossroads on both sides of the road to welcome him. Now, Wang Hou, the general of Zhenbei, Zhaohou, and the Guanzhong Grand Tour, had not even one person to welcome him. This was already a very rude thing. She couldn't help but turn her head to Wang Congge, the leader of the outer guard.

"Didn't someone send a notice?"

"I have sent someone to notify you three days in advance!"

What he lost was Wang Hou's face. His personal guard captain was also disgraced. He had a hint of anger in his tone, and he shook his head gloomy.

This kung fu is considered to be a welcome person. It has been a long time since we saw Wang Hou's first butler, Wang Fu, brought Wang Ganzi, who was also a little older, and dozens of servants from the mansion to welcome him.

Looking at Wang Hou, the old man was so excited that he bowed down from a distance.

"I'm paying homage to the master!"
Chapter completed!