Chapter 1405: Witnessing the diversity of humanity with one's own eyes

Huiming was genuinely envious; he also wanted to be a martial artist who could advance by leaps and bounds without taking pills.

Chen Guanlou laughed heartily and waved his hand. "You can't envy someone like me. Everyone has their own fate. Taking pills can also advance cultivation and can also advance to Grandmaster."

"I dare not think about Grandmaster; I only hope that one day, I can reach the peak of Ninth Rank, and I will be satisfied."

"People should have ambitions; might as well set them a bit higher."

Chen Guanlou smiled that wasn't a smile and continued: "For example, me, my ambition is that one day, I can advance to Great Grandmaster."

Huiming was dumbfounded, not knowing what to say.

Great Grandmaster?

Dreaming is about the same.

To this day, he only knows that the Imperial Ancestor is a Great Grandmaster. Others are just Grandmasters!

A "Great" word, a thousand differences!

He could only pick up the wine glass and say: "Congratulations to Warden Chen for fulfilling his wish one day."

"Thank you for your auspicious words. If there is really such a day, if you are still alive, I will invite you to drink."

Huiming laughed awkwardly, covering his inner embarrassment with a cough.

The cleverness and intelligence of weekdays, at this moment, became clumsy. Even he himself couldn't say why it would be like this. He had been in the palace for twenty years.

Can only be attributed to the powerful aura of the martial artist, making him unable to say words that were too contrary to his heart.

One autumn rain, one cold.

The capital bid farewell to the autumn tiger, one day colder than the next, and the thick cotton-padded clothes were turned out from the bottom of the wardrobe, flicked, and worn on the body. Regardless of the wrinkles, as long as it keeps warm.

Chen Guanlou symbolically draped a thick winter coat on the outside, pretending he was very cold, and joined the big family of winter warmth with everyone.

Although he was not afraid of cold or heat, although everyone knew this, he still wanted to be like everyone else, harmonizing with the light and dust, instead of clearly saying I am different.

Arriving at the office, he took off his outer robe, and inside was summer clothing, light and breathable.

In his territory, no one dared to chirp.

Medical Official Mu was wrapped in a ball, and the fox scarf was also wrapped, very warm.

Chen Guanlou gave him an idea. "Why not find Pure Yang Zhenren to buy some pills, to keep warm!"

"Master, don't talk nonsense! Pills are for martial artists to cultivate; how can they keep warm."

"They can really keep warm. Eating Yuquan Palace's health-preserving pills, the Qi and blood are sufficient, and it's not so cold."

Medical Official Mu shook his head and rejected it.

"This old man is old, so I won't toss about those pills. Medicine is three-part poison; it's better to follow this old man's own way of health preservation."

He focuses on trusting only his own professional knowledge, viewing everyone else as a layman! There are always treacherous people wanting to harm me!

Chen Guanlou just said it casually and gave a suggestion.

Recently, a new batch of prisoners arrived.

The rebels in the north, the officials who lost cities in the south, were all imprisoned.

Over the years, the rebellions in the north have never ceased.

Most didn't make a splash and were caught.

Individual ones that showed signs of growing were also wiped out by the troops under Marquis Pingjiang.

Under the rule of Marquis Pingjiang, only Guo Dachun's rebel faction could survive, and others had to die.

Marquis Pingjiang knows the bottom line of the imperial court very well.

There can be rebellions in the north, but they cannot bloom everywhere, in a situation that cannot be cleaned up.

Since you cannot clean it up, then change someone to clean it up.

Therefore, Marquis Pingjiang, on one hand, let Guo Dachun grow, and on the other hand, wiped out other rebels without leaving any room, beheading them on the spot. In the north, he killed a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.

The rebels locked in the Heavenly Prison this time were a bit special.

This guy pulled off a bizarre stunt; after Chen Guanlou finished reading the case file, he was stunned. Can one even rebel like this?

He came to the Grade A prison, patrolled cell by cell, and finally arrived in front of the rebel's cell door.

He knocked on the prison door, the prisoner raised his head, delicate features, gentle and polite, one look and you could tell he was a scholar. He was not old, according to the case file records, he was not even thirty. He was in the prime of his life.

"Are you a Xiucai?"

"Prisoner Du Xiuwen has seen Warden Chen."

As soon as Chen Guanlou heard this, he laughed. "Your identity here is accurately called a rebel."

"No! I didn't rebel against the imperial court!" Du Xiuwen didn't admit to rebelling and retorted righteously.

Chen Guanlou laughed even louder. "I read the case file; you led the villagers to attack the county town. After breaking into the county town, you opened the granary to release grain. Afterward, you disbanded the team and everyone went home. Is your brain flooded?"

There are many strange people in the world, but this is the first time I've seen such a strange rebel like this one in front of me.

The imperial court hadn't sent troops yet, and after taking the grain, he took the initiative to disband the team, cutting off his own arms. Say he is timid, he has the guts to organize civilians to attack the county town, and even open the county granary to release grain to the common people.

Say he has guts, the imperial court hadn't attacked yet, he disbanded it himself, walked home alone, and read books every day. As if nothing had happened.

Du Xiuwen emphasized his position repeatedly, firmly refusing to admit he was a rebel. "I didn't rebel; I was just looking for a way for the villagers to live. Years of drought, natural disasters and man-made disasters, the common people can no longer live, hungry, even wild vegetables and tree bark are almost gnawed away.

Without grain, the next step is to exchange children to eat. After that is fleeing, being coerced by rebels, being slaughtered by the imperial court's army, only a few people can get on the imperial court's immigration path to seek life overseas. Under such circumstances, I, as a scholar, had to stand up and seek a way for the common people to live."

"The way to live you sought was leading civilians to attack the county town and opening the granary to release grain. Do you know that your behavior is rebellion." Chen Guanlou had to remind the other party to pour the water in his brain dry.

Du Xiuwen was obviously extremely stubborn, still arguing: "Different! Rebellion won't disband the team; they will attack the next city before the grain is eaten, kill the gentry, kill the wealthy and powerful. And I didn't! I didn't even move the officials in the county government; how can it be rebellion."

"You are truly naive. Since you are a scholar, if there is no grain, why don't you find the officials to solve the problem. You, a Xiucai, what ability do you have to dare to overstep your authority, unless

Chen Guanlou sneered repeatedly.

Truly a massive oddity.

He himself was also a massive oddity, actually debating with the other party, and debating with such relish that it wasn't the least bit dull or stifling. Sometimes, he couldn't even understand himself, why he liked chatting with these stubborn guys so much. He didn't expect to convince the other party either; it was just idle talk—you talk your talk, I talk mine—and it seemed to hold a lot of joy.

On the contrary, he found it extremely annoying to deal with that bunch of old slippery officials. They were all thousand-year-old foxes who believed in nothing but money; if you tried to spout nonsense at me, it would be a miracle if I didn't beat you to death.

People like Du Xiuwen were strange in that they didn't covet money; they had faith in their hearts, and they were extremely stubborn.

Chatting with these people allowed one to witness the diversity of humanity.

Du Xiuwen suddenly became angry, "I did seek out the County Magistrate, and not just once. But everyone in the county office treated me like a fool, a madman, a simpleton who couldn't distinguish between high and low status. I want him to know that I am no simpleton; I am earnestly pleading for the people!"