The Han Mansion was a quarrel. Originally, everyone in a big family had a chance. Now, your Zong family is a top-class clan, and all the remaining big ones are lower-class clans. Only your Zong family can be filial and honest, become the three dukes and nine ministers, and the remaining family is not qualified to be a prefect and governor or even a county magistrate. Who will do it?

When Wang Hou left, the old men from more than a dozen Korean clans took out the genealogy and were blushing according to the classics to argue about who was the ancestor of whose family and which family was the top clan with noble blood. They fought just in time and brought their own group of top students. Wang Hou himself leisurely walked to the countryside and measured the fields in Wuyang.

No wonder until the Ming Dynasty, measuring land was a difficult task. Just say that if you have to use a brush to calculate it, you have to use a brush to make awkward calculations. What about the time of one day, and more than half a day, you have to keep an account. However, in Wang Hou's hands, you can write the simple Arabic numerals, and the area is multiplied, and acre of land is quickly measured. Wang Hou wrote down the list and location of the village. A group of children ran around the mountains and fields like playing and recorded the data. Then, when they came back to Wang Hou to summarize, a village was in a blink of an eye.

During the quarrel between the Han elders, Wang Hou had already traveled to 17 or 8 villages and villages in a row, and counted tens of thousands of acres of land. It was not until the outer land was cleared and Wang Hou turned back to the most core land of the Han family in Wuyang, and these old guys reacted.

It was another noon, next to Hunhe Village not far from Wuyang City, a rare bulging hill on the Henan plain.

With a straw stick in his mouth, Wang Hou was lying lazily on the hillside, and even pillowed on Cao Hongjie's thigh. The girl was so angry that she pouted her mouth, but she didn't push him away.

Not to mention this female secretary, she was sitting on the ground with more than a hundred bodyguards around her, with her armor scattered on the ground. The only one who really worked was the poor Wang Ganzi and more than 20 children. This was a typical example of being a showman in later generations. If it was exposed to the Internet in later generations, she would definitely work to the end.

However, there was no trick. The last assassination had already made Wang Hou realize what kind of job he was doing. His life was gone, and Mr. Cao's heavy responsibilities were also gone, right? Besides, even if there was a mobile phone at the end of the Han Dynasty, it would be okay if someone posted it online. The Han family in Wuyang in front of him was even bigger than him! So, as long as you should talk about this, you have to talk about it!

Just as Wang Hou was feeling comfortable and was about to fall asleep, a noise came from the foot of the mountain. It turned out that the aunt's wheels of a ox cart were creaking against the hard stalks in the fields. The old ox was so tired that he screamed. More than a dozen strong men were pushing behind him and panting, and a huge bronze tripod was tied to the bulb cart.

Just last time, Wang Hou shouted that non-human ministers could possess the large bronze tripod inherited from the Han family in Wuyang.

"Oh, Wang Lingguan, the villain is looking for him very quickly!"

It was the old slick butler of the Han family in Wuyang. He looked at Wang Hou lying on the hillside and threw down the bronze tripod. He rolled and crawled up the hillside with joy. However, on the periphery of Wang Hou's foot, he was embarrassed and was blocked by the two bodyguards of Wang Hou's troops and blocked them outside, so he had to jump from afar and shout.

After raising his head from Cao Hongjie's legs, stretching his arms and stretching his waist, Wang Hou then swayed lazily. For more than a minute, he walked to the butler of the Han family, who was covered in sweat. He opened his mouth, yawned first, and then asked in a sleepy and confused manner.

"I am busy with business. I wonder what I have to do with Butler Han coming. Haha~ Haha~ I can't sleep well and I am sleepy!"

Forget it! In Cao Hongjie's contemptuous eyes, Butler Han looked like he nodded and bowed in obedience. He was sweating heavily on his forehead, and pointed to the big tripod at the foot of the mountain and said.

"The last time Wang Lingguan was not a word with Xiao. This is a national cauldron, and it is not something that a minister can hold! The young man reported to the head of the family and the servants, and the elders of the clan agreed deeply. Let Xiao bring him to Wang Lingguan and offer it to the emperor to express my loyalty to the Han clan in Wuyang!"

Good guy, he spent a lot of money. The ancestral Han An Wang Dading was willing to take out the ancestral Kung Fu. However, for Wang Hou, this flattery was slapped on the horse's leg, not for him. It was useless for him to ask for this thing. Therefore, in the look of Mr. Han's expectation, Wang Hou yawned again with a lack of interest.

"The Han family is loyal. After returning to the court, Wang will definitely report it truthfully!"

A few days ago, he looked like he was determined to win. He wanted to take this credit and flatter Cao Cao. He really cut off his flesh, why aren't he interested? Looking at Wang Hou's sleepy look, Old Butler Han was so depressed that he wanted to vomit blood.

But since I had already asked, it was hard to go back, so I looked at the dozen or so big men behind me pushing the ox cart up the hillside with a sad face. The old Han held his face and smiled, clasped his fists and said with a sharp edge.

"For the sake of these thousands of acres of thin fields in Wuyang, I have been troubled by the officials these days."

He said something, even gave the treasure cauldron from his ancestors. The betrayal dog Wang, who no one wants, stopped it, remember to go back and hand in the work! If you continue to measure it, everyone will have a bad face, right?

However, Wang Hou didn't seem to hear what Old Han said, and his head swayed heavily, and Wang Hou hummed with emotion.

"Old Han is so beautiful! Wuyang is not a few thousand acres of thin land. In just the sixteen villages outside, Wang found out that 60,000 acres of fertile land. In addition to the top fertile land near the county town, it is probably less than 100,000 acres! There are only 400,000 acres of land near Xudu, and a county in Wuyang is comparable to one-quarter of Xudu. It is really a rich place!"

Old Han was stunned by this sentence. Although Wang Hou had a bad reputation in Xudu, the name of this official also became famous with Ye Xiang Cangcao.

After checking Taicang's tax income for one year in two days, the Han family had already thought that Wang Hou was high enough, but he never thought that Wang Hou could be so high that he found out 60,000 acres in nine days!

This speed is equivalent to two villages a day. After finding this, the Han family in Wuyang was already so close that he had been checked up. Thinking that he would pay more than 75,000 acres of taxes in the future, it was full of sadness, and even his old face showed a terrifying light. The old housekeeper Han asked again with a hurried voice and trembling.

"Mr. Wang Lingguan has calculated it wrong! Wuyang is a narrow and poor person, how could it be as large as 60,000 acres! If you report it too much, it will cause people to be poorer than taxes and live in poverty! But it is a big problem!"

"Don't worry, Mr. Han, I can't get too much. Wang in every village has a topographic map, and the amount of land is clearly drawn! Even if you go to the prime minister, Wang is not a shame!"

"So Mr. Han still doesn't have to worry about those tax-resistant and unruly people!"

Wang Hou pretended to be stupid and couldn't understand it. With a thunderous sound, he spread a large piece of paper with flaunts. The irregular fields and acres were densely marked with digits. Looking at the fields and acres of every size, the loyal dog of Wuyang Han family was even more full of fierce eyes.

However, he didn't show anything more. Seeing Wang Hou put the Tianmutu back on the new place, the old guy just clasped his fists deeply, and then his face turned gloomy and turned around and left with the servants who were transporting the cauldrons.

Watching the old guy wander down the hill, Wang Hou, who was originally sleepy, suddenly disappeared without a trace. He looked back at the personal soldiers guarding him, and he said to Cao Hongjie helplessly.

"This time I checked the Han family in Wuyang. It seems that the Taifu Han Rong will not let me go easily no matter what, Wang Hou walked out of Wuyang City! I guess I will take action in the next two days, so be careful soon!"

Seeing that he was full of solemnity, Cao Hongjie's red little face became serious. After pondering for a moment, she asked worriedly.

"It really doesn't work. I'll write to the Prime Minister now and ask him to send some tiger and leopard cavalry over!"

"That's not necessary. The Han family dare not openly use thousands of family soldiers to attack, otherwise they would have rebelled openly! At most, like last time, they used death soldiers to assassinate them, with less than a thousand people. With the personal military force brought this time, it would be enough!"

When Wang Hou mentioned this, he was quite proud, but after showing off a few words, he reminded him with a serious expression: "But it's better to be careful in everything!"

"clear!"

As he spoke, Wang Ganzi had already measured the fields of the village under his feet. He was walking upwards with twenty children sweating profusely. Seeing this scene, Wang Hou's old face showed a sense of sadness again, shaking his head sadly.

"Why did others travel through time? The tiger's body was shaken, and the turtle's aura was released. Famous generals from all walks of life bowed down. Why did you finally meet someone here? I finally met you, and I was fighting my life in it?"

"What?"

Listening to Wang Hou's complaints, Cao Hongjie was so angry that he looked like a black question mark, but he didn't explain it to her. Wang Hou lazily drew his sleeves.

"Please let someone pull this tripod and set off! Next village!"

"It's a divine thing!"

After finally getting together, Cao Xiaoniang rolled her eyes.

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There is a famous saying in later generations that people will not die if they don’t commit suicide, and they will definitely die if they do it! Wang Hou’s crazy test on the verge of commit suicide really forced Han Wuyang to jump over the wall.

On that evening, he had just finished cleaning another manor next to Wuyang City. Before Wang Hou could take advantage of the thirteenth house to requisition several villagers' houses, the old housekeeper Han, who had come back at noon, returned. The old guy couldn't see the gloomy face when he left at noon, and once again, he appeared in front of Wang Hou with a pleasing look as if the whole old face was covered with honey.

"The King of Kings, the family servants were plagued by family affairs a few days ago, and they were very negligent. Today, I specially set up a family banquet in the villa outside the city. Please give me the official no need to admire his face!"
Chapter completed!