Han Fuzhong is noisy, originally everyone in a big family has a chance, now it's okay, your clan is a superior clan, and the rest of the big guys are all inferior clans, only your clan can be filial piety and be the third prince and nine kings, and the rest of the family is not even qualified to guard the history of assassination or even the county order, who will do it?

When Wang Hou left, more than a dozen old people of the Korean clan turned out the family tree, and they were quoting scriptures to argue about who was the ancestor of whom, and which one was the high-grade clan with noble blood.

It is no wonder that until the Ming Dynasty, measuring the land is a big and difficult thing, it is said that this piece of land, the ruler goes down, and you have to take the brush awkward calculation, what Wu picks up, a day, more than half a day has to be on the account, but in Wang Hou's hands, the ruler, a simple Arabic numerals to write, the area is multiplied, an acre of land is quickly measured, Wang Hou wrote down the name and location of the village, a group of children just like playing all over the mountains and fields to record the data, and then come back to Wang Hou here to summarize, A village has been captured in the blink of an eye.

In the quarrel of the elders of the Han clan, Wang Hou had already completed seventeen or eighteen villages in a row, counting tens of thousands of acres of land, and it was not until the peripheral fields were cleared and Wang Hou turned back to the core of the Han family in Wuyang near the Yinghe River, and these old guys reacted.

It was another day at noon, next to Hunhe Village, not far from Wuyang City, on a rare raised hill on the Great Plain of Henan.

Holding a straw stick in his mouth, Wang Hou was lying lazily on the hillside, and actually pillowed on Cao Hongjie's lap, and the appearance of enjoyment was so angry that this girl's little mouth pouted, but he didn't push him away.

There is such a female secretary not to mention, more than 100 bodyguards around her are still sitting on the ground in full armor, and the real work is only the poor Wang Pole with more than 20 children, which will be placed in the later generations, Wang Hou is a typical example of pomp and circumstance, if it is exposed to the Internet in the later generations, it will definitely work to the end.

However, there was no trick, the last assassination had made Wang Hou realize what kind of work he was engaged in, his life was gone, and Mr. Cao's heavy responsibility was also empty, right? Besides, even if this Han has a mobile phone, it doesn't matter if someone sends it to him on the Internet, the pomp of the Han family in Wuyang in front of him is bigger than him! So this pomp and circumstance has to be talked about!

Just when the warm sun was basking and Wang Houdu was about to fall asleep comfortably, there was a noise at the bottom of the mountain, it turned out to be an ox cart The aunt was squeaking and squeaking against the hard stalks in the field, the old cows were hoarse and exhausted, and more than a dozen strong men were also panting behind them, and on the bare plate ox cart, a huge bronze tripod was tied.

Just last time, Wang Hou shouted that the non-human minister could hold the big bronze tripod of the ancestor of the Wuyang Han family.

"Oh, Wang Lingguan, the villain is looking for a lot!"

It was the old slippery housekeeper of the Wuyang Han clan again, looking at Wang Hou lying on the hillside, dropping the bronze tripod, he was full of joy and ran up the hillside, however, on the periphery of Wang Hou's foothold, he was very faceless and was stopped outside by the two Wang Hou's bodyguards halberd, so he had to jump and shout from afar.

It can be regarded as lifting his head from Cao Hongjie's legs, straightening his arms and stretching his waist, Wang Hou swayed lazily for more than a minute, and then walked in front of the Han family's housekeeper who was full of sweat, and with a mouth, he yawned first, and then asked in a sleepy daze.

"This official is busy with business, I don't know if the big housekeeper Han came here, what to see, he~ha~ This busy can't sleep well, and he is trapped to death!"

Forget it! In Cao Hongjie's disdainful eyes, Steward Han nodded and looked obedient, sweat flowed from his head, and he pointed to the big ding at the bottom of the mountain and said.

"Last time, the royal commander was not a small word, this country is also a thing that can be held by non-human ministers! The little one reported to the head of the family and the servant, and several clan elders thought so, no, let the little one bring it to the royal commander and dedicate it to the Son of Heaven to express the loyalty of my Wuyang Han clan! ”

Good guy, it's bloody, the ancestral Han An Wang Dading is willing to take it out, however, for Wang Hou, this sycophant is slapped on the horse's leg, not for him, and it is useless for him to ask for this thing, therefore, in the look of the old housekeeper Han full of anticipation, Wang Hou was disinterested and yawned again.

"The Han family is loyal, and after returning to the dynasty, Wang must tell the truth!"

A few days ago, I still looked like I was determined to win, and I wanted to grab this credit and pat Cao Cao's ass, this is really cut meat, why are you not interested? Looking at Wang Hou's drowsy appearance, Old Butler Han was depressed and wanted to vomit blood.

But since he has already opened his mouth to give, it is not good to go back, crying and looking at the dozen big men behind him pushing the ox cart up the small hill, this old Han is holding the old face with a smile, and he hugged his fists and said with a sharp edge.

"For the sake of the thousands of acres of thin fields in Wuyang, I have been tired of the commander for the past few days."

He has something to say, and even the ancestral Baoding has been given, and the lost dog Wang Mou, who no one wants, will stop here, remember a few thousand acres and go back to pay the errand! If you measure it again, everyone's face is not good-looking, right?

However, Lao Han's meaningful words, Wang Hou didn't seem to hear it, his head shook heavily, and Wang Hou hummed with emotion.

"Old Han is so bad! Wuyang is not a few thousand acres of thin fields, only in the sixteen villages outside, Wang found out 60,000 acres of fertile land, plus the high-grade fertile fields near the county, I am afraid that there are no less than 100,000 acres! There are only 400,000 acres of land near Xudu, and a county in Wuyang is comparable to a quarter of Xudu, which is really a rich land! ”

This sentence said that the old Han was simply dumbfounded, although in Xudu, Wang Hou's reputation was not good, but the name of this capable official was also famous with Yexiang Cangcao.

Two days to check Taicang's tax revenue for a year, the Han family had already thought that Wang Hou was high enough, but they never imagined that Wang Hou could be so high, and 60,000 mu was cleared in nine days!

This speed is equivalent to two villages a day, and when he found out this, the Han family in Wuyang was already equivalent to being investigated by him, thinking that he would have to pay more than 75,000 acres of taxes in the future, full of sorrow, and even the old face showed a slight fierce light, and the old housekeeper Han asked again in a hurried voice and with some trembling.

"Wang Lingguan didn't miscalculate! Wuyang is narrow and poor, how can there be as many as 60,000 acres! If this is overreported, the people will be poor in taxes, and the people will not be able to make a living! But it's a big deal! ”

"Han Lao rest assured, there is no more, each village Wang has drawn a topographic map, in which the number of acres of land is clearly drawn! Even if it is in front of the prime minister, Wang is not false! ”

"So Han Lao still doesn't have to worry about those people who resist taxes!"

This old guy's threat, but Wang Hou is pretending to be stupid and pretending not to understand, with a bang, he is showing off and unfolding a large piece of paper, on which the irregular acres of acres are densely marked with numbers and sizes, looking at the details of the acres of acres, this Wuyang Han's loyal dog is even more fierce and fierce.

However, on the face, he didn't show anything more, watching Wang Hou put the Tian Mu map up again, the old guy just hugged his fist deeply, and then his face was gloomy and he took the family who transported Dading, turned around and left.

Seeing this old guy get off the hill bag step by step, Wang Hou, who was still full of sleepiness, looked lazy but suddenly disappeared, and glanced back at the soldiers who were guarding him, and he said to Cao Hongjie helplessly.

"This time, the Wuyang Han clan has been investigated, it seems that the servant Han Rong will not easily let me Wang Hou walk out of this Wuyang City no matter what! It is estimated that it will be done in the next two days, so be careful recently! ”

Seeing that he was full of solemnity, Cao Hongjie's red little face also became serious, and after a moment of silence, she asked worriedly.

"It's really not good, I'll write to the prime minister and ask him to send some tigers and leopards to ride over!"

"That's not necessary, the Han family doesn't dare to openly use thousands of soldiers to attack, otherwise it will be a blatant rebellion! At most, like last time, the assassination of dead soldiers was used, less than a thousand people, and it was enough to rely on the pro-soldiers brought this time! ”

At the mention of this, Wang Hou was quite proud, but after showing off a few words, he said with a solemn face: "But everything is better to be careful!" ”

"Understood!"

Speaking kung fu, Wang Gongzi has already measured the acres of land in this village under his feet, and with twenty children are sweating profusely holding the account book and walking upward, seeing this scene, Wang Hou's old face showed a sad urge, sad and shook his head.

"Why did others cross, it was a shock to the tiger's body, and the anger of Wang Ba was released, and the famous generals from all walks of life bowed their heads, why did they come to Lao Tzu, and finally met one, and they fought in it?"

"What?"

Listening to Wang Hou's complaints, Cao Hongjie listened to a black question mark, but he didn't explain to her, Wang Hou directly lazily painted his sleeves.

"Let people pull this tripod and go! Next Village! ”

"God babble!"

The seriousness that finally got together dissipated, and Cao Xiaoniang rolled her eyes greatly.

…………

There is a famous saying in later generations, if a person does not die, he will not die, and if he does, he will definitely die! Wang Hou was frantically tempted on the verge of death, and sure enough, he forced the Wuyang Han clan to jump off the wall in a hurry.

In the evening of this day, he had just finished clearing another manor next to Wuyang City, and before Wang Hou pretended to be thirteen, he requisitioned a few villagers' houses to stay, and the old housekeeper Han, who had been here once at noon, went and returned, and the old guy couldn't see that his face was gloomy when he left at noon, and once again appeared in front of Wang Hou as if the whole old face was smeared with honey.

"Wang Lingguan, a few days ago, the family servants were riddled with family affairs, and there was a lot of neglect, and today a family banquet was specially set up in the villa outside the city, so there is no need for the commander to appreciate his face!"