Chapter 1243: What Kind of Coffin to Use After Death

"Do you have any acquaintances in the capital?" Chen Guanlou asked kindly. After all, he was a military general who had gone to the battlefield to kill the enemy; he would strive for him to have a good treatment after death.

Whether the money was much or little didn't matter; the key was to have this procedure and have given money.

He had also thought about paying out of his own pocket to have someone properly bury Wu She. But thinking carefully, he couldn't open this opening. This matter still had to be handled according to the rules and go through a procedure.

Procedural justice!

Wu She shook his head. "No acquaintances."

"Fine, I know."

If it really doesn't work, he would ask the head steward for money. Wu She was the Marquis of Pingjiang's person; it was reasonable for the Hou Fu to pay for the burial!

"Take advantage of this period of time to recuperate well; strive to be a well-fed ghost. Don't think wildly and toss your body all day long. When you reach the execution ground, let the world see that you, Wu She, are a good man, a ringing man."

Wu She nodded heavily; he took these words to heart. He wanted to die standing; he wanted to die upright and couldn't let people look down on him.

Chen Guanlou was very satisfied; as long as it didn't involve using his brain, Wu She was a person who was quite popular and easy to get along with.

Next, he asked Bai Yushu: "Military Advisor Bai, soon you will set off for Xizhou for exile; what thoughts do you have, or is there anything you need help with? Tell me."

Bai Yushu's expression was dejected, seemingly very regretful that he couldn't go to the execution ground.

"Many thanks for Jiang Jiang Yucheng Chen's concern; we aren't afraid of exile, aren't afraid of suffering. It's just, the General..."

"The verdict has been handed down; don't think wildly."

Chen Guanlou interrupted the other party directly; don't have unrealistic thoughts.

The verdict result decided by the multi-party game of the imperial court had absolutely no possibility of being changed. This was a matter that would pierce the sky.

Bai Yushu ultimately sighed helplessly. "I understand. No requirements; many thanks, Jiang Jiang Yucheng Chen."

"Since there are no requirements, that's it."

He left satisfied and went to visit the little god of wealth, Lord Tian, Tian Youfu.

"Looking at it, Lord Tian already knows the verdict result. Rest assured, your funeral affairs will definitely be handled properly."

Tian Youfu gave a bitter laugh; he was about to die, what was there to be uneasy about.

"Sorry to trouble Jiang Jiang Yucheng Chen to make a special trip! This old man's life is bitter!"

"Lord Tian, saying this is a bit ungrateful. You've enjoyed for decades, and in exchange for the outcome of being beheaded, it's not a loss! The imperial court has already acted with extra grace and didn't implicate your family, only dismissing you from office and handing over illegal gains."

The imperial court's methods this time were really tolerant, without the nine-generations-wiped-out package, without exterminating three clans. Clearly, it was the result of multi-party games, seeking multi-party balance! Instead of heads rolling!

Tian Youfu couldn't laugh or cry; although he was glad not to implicate his family, he was resentful that he was going to be beheaded.

He sighed. "Jiang Jiang Yucheng Chen, don't comfort this old man. This old man's head is not guaranteed, so it's hard to avoid having three parts of resentment."

"You still have resentment?" Chen Guanlou was strange. "Tell me, why do you have resentment? Could it be that you aren't the main culprit, and there is someone above you?"

"This can't be said randomly!" Tian Youfu became anxious instantly.

Chen Guanlou smiled but not quite, everyone knowing in their hearts. Tian Youfu alone couldn't do such a big business. That was grain and fodder supplied to the military, mountains of grain and seas of grain; this group of them couldn't eat it all. Behind it, there must be a giant crocodile.

Tian Youfu was also loyal enough; about to be beheaded, he didn't say who was behind him, biting hard to take all the blame on himself. No wonder the imperial court was rarely tolerant this time, without the nine-generations-wiped-out package.

"Lord Tian, you sought benevolence and got benevolence; you should be satisfied and face death calmly. Where does the resentment come from? I really can't understand."

Tian Youfu laughed at himself. "Reluctant to part with wealth and glory, keeping three parts of resentment in my heart—is that very reasonable?"

Chen Guanlou nodded; he had to admit, this was very reasonable.

"You are about to die; thinking about wealth and glory is meaningless. It's better to eat more and drink more while there is still a little time, so you have no regrets when you leave. Rest assured, I have already arranged for someone to customize a coffin for you, ensuring you are buried in glory."

Tian Youfu's mouth twitched. "Whether it's glorious or not, this old man can't see it either. But I still want to thank Jiang Jiang Yucheng Chen for your kind intentions."

"You're welcome! You gave money, so the service is definitely in place."

Tian Youfu felt a bit heartbroken.

Knowing he was going to be beheaded, his mood was naturally low, but the one surnamed Chen kept nagging, always mentioning things after death. He didn't want to face it, but was forced to face death; it was truly bullying!

He had reason to suspect the other party was doing it on purpose.

Giving money and still having to suffer anger—it was very annoying.

"Jiang Jiang Yucheng Chen, I have nothing here; you go get busy."

"I'm not busy. Seeing you are about to die, I must comfort you."

Tian Youfu almost couldn't hold it; his emotions were about to explode.

His cheeks twitched twice, and he took a deep breath before saying: "This old man can think it through; no need for comfort."

"Really?"

"Absolutely true!"

"What style of coffin do you want; do you want carvings..."

"Jiang Jiang Yucheng Chen!" Tian Youfu interrupted the other party's words decisively, trying hard to pull out a smiling face. "You decide; I have no requirements."

"Fine!" Chen Guanlou smiled. "The remaining money, I'll use it to prepare thin-wood coffins for your colleagues; you have no opinion, right?"

"No opinion. Money was given to you; how to spend it is up to you, no need to ask this old man."

"That's good!"

Returning to the office, Chen Guanlou put his legs on the office desk, drank tea at a suitable temperature, ate small snacks, read the newly released storybook, and lived a wonderful life.

Mu Yiguan rubbed his hands and entered. The temperature suddenly dropped, and it was freezing outside.

He drank a cup of hot tea to drive away the cold on his body, and said: "Grade C prison, early tomorrow morning, I reckon there will be two corpses pulled out."

"What's going on? The quota for this month is used up, and people are still dying?" Chen Guanlou was a bit dissatisfied.

"Xu Fugui dragged the prisoner to the torture room to beat money, and the hand was a bit ruthless. This old man went to check; in this weather, I'm afraid he won't survive tonight."

"This plague-bringing Xu Fugui, reminded him several times to restrain himself, don't drill into the money eye and beat people to death. Every time I remind him, it only lasts for two or three months, and then he relapses."

Chen Guanlou pretended to be angry, making a show.

He was too lazy to care about Xu Fugui's mess.

Anyway, when the money is issued at the beginning of the month, directly deduct his money—it's more effective than any preaching, reminder, or warning.

Mu Yiguan sat by the fire basin to roast fire, his two hands flipping back and forth to roast.

He said: "If the weather wasn't so cold, maybe he could be saved. In this weather, forget it."

"If he can be saved, save him; if he can't, forget it, no need to force it. Later, you go to the Grade A prison to check on those few people, ensuring there are no accidents before they go to the execution ground."

"Is the Warden worried they will commit suicide?"

"They don't dare commit suicide. They aren't alone; behind them is a whole family, and if they dare to commit suicide, the imperial court will wipe out their nine generations!"

Officials are all very sensible, knowing what can be done and what cannot be done. Therefore, there are very few prisoners who commit suicide in the Grade A prison; they cannot bear the crime of suicide out of fear of crime. They would rather die from torture than commit suicide, all wanting to leave innocence in the world! ===== CHAPTER 1244 =====