Chapter 149: Ginger is spicy when old

"Fine! Just do as you say; being able to save one person's food expenses is also good."

The clan's eldest uncle suddenly made the decision.

Everyone looked at each other in dismay, unable to believe it.

Now it was Chen Guanlou's turn to have his brain thumping, wishing he could slap himself—telling you to talk too much, telling you to talk too much! Who could have thought that people would just climb up the pole.

Now what to do.

He opened his mouth and tentatively asked, "Eldest Uncle isn't joking? Your youngest son, that, your most precious youngest son, going to the Heavenly Prison to do the job of a prison guard, this isn't appropriate, right? A young master who eats delicacies and wears silk clothes every day, running to the Heavenly Prison to do lowly work, wearing coarse hemp clothes to serve imprisoned officials, it's not necessary, really not necessary."

He was just short of waving his hands to refuse directly.

Bringing a little young master by his side, his brain hadn't been flooded; he would have to be crazy to do this. He was just casually provoking him; who would have thought that people would take it seriously.

Now it was good; he could only try hard to make up for it.

The clan's eldest uncle looked at Chen Guanlou with a smile that wasn't a smile; playing mind games with him, he was still too young.

He stroked his beard and said solemnly, "When the old grandfather was still alive, we all suffered. Crawling in the mud, hiding in the sewers, pretending to be dead in the blood to escape, eating one meal every three days... in the blink of an eye, so many years have passed. The children now are just too happy; they haven't suffered and don't know how to cherish.

The youngest son in the family has been spoiled and has picked up a pile of bad habits. I found him a few jobs before, but he couldn't do any of them for long, and his temper became worse. Thinking left and right, the Heavenly Prison might really be a place to reform people. Little Lou, just let him follow by your side, learn how to serve people, how to lower his head and be small; he must first learn how to be a grandson before he can be a grandfather.

You don't have to indulge him, and you don't have to give me face; if he should be beaten, beat him; if he should be scolded, scold him; you don't need special care. Just, can you change his name to work? The Chen clan is, after all, a famous family in the capital; we can't have two prison guards, don't you think?"

Chen Guanlou was tongue-tied.

As expected of the clan's eldest uncle, this ability to bend and stretch, no wonder he had been able to snatch the management rights of two farms from the hands of the Marquis household's manager all these years.

Managing two farms, not short of money in hand, served by slaves at home, he could arrange a job for his youngest son at will. Why run to the Heavenly Prison and covet those few pennies.

"I won't hide it from Eldest Uncle, the Heavenly Prison now is not like previous years. You have all heard a little about the movements in the court; the Ministry of Revenue has no money, and every yamen is in debt. Our Heavenly Prison is even more of a disaster area; not only has the money and food for the whole year not been allocated, but the proportion of money handed over has been increased. The Heavenly Prison is full of complaints, suffering from a lack of money for a long time." Chen Guanlou began to cry poor.

It wasn't that they were coveting money, so he would offer some real material. The Heavenly Prison really had no money now! Didn't he see that the two Master Fans had become stingy, especially Little Master Fan, who wanted to scrape oil and water from the prison guards from time to time.

"Little Lou, what you said is a bit untrue." The clan's eldest uncle's face was calm, clearly prepared. "The old man heard that you developed a set meal activity in the Heavenly Prison, which greatly eased the financial tension of the Heavenly Prison. Is there such a thing?"

Chen Guanlou smiled bitterly, secretly thinking that the clan's eldest uncle was indeed an old fox, even finding out about this.

"No one's money is blown by the wind; even if the imprisoned officials have money, they have to use it sparingly. After all, there are many places to use money later. Besides, spending money too lavishly is easy to be hated by others. If it's poked out, it might be a crime plus one degree. Eldest Uncle, nephew really won't hide it from you, the Heavenly Prison now is not like previous years, money is not easy to earn."

Sigh!

The clan's eldest uncle sighed along, "I won't hide it from you either. Look at this weather, how long has it been since it rained? I'll tell you the truth; this year's farms are basically losing money, and the remaining twenty percent is just breaking even. Next year, looking at this appearance, it might be even more difficult than this year. The Marquis household has already considered sending people south after the New Year to set up farms in the south where water sources are sufficient; we can't just guard the one-third of an acre in the capital.

Don't look at me being a farm manager, looking majestic; these years, there is really no money! Busy with tasks every day, I also neglected the discipline of the children in the family, leading to bad habits and even debt. Little Lou, Eldest Uncle will say a heart-to-heart word to you; I don't ask that stinky kid to make money, I just ask that he doesn't lose money, doesn't spend the family's money, and can support himself. You help Eldest Uncle, bring him along, and see if you can change his bad habit of gambling."

Chen Guanlou:...

The Heavenly Prison is a big gambling den, how to change it?

If he really enters the Heavenly Prison, it would be like a fish in water. All the money he earns wouldn't be enough to fill it, and he would have to continue to be in debt.

However, with this bitter card played, Chen Guanlou really couldn't refuse directly.

They all have the surname Chen; regardless of whether they are within five degrees of mourning, they are all people of one family. Face must be given. Especially when an elder is humble and playing a bitter card in front of everyone, he couldn't do things too absolutely.

Leave a line in everything, so it's easy to see each other in the future!

"Eldest Uncle, you haven't been to the Heavenly Prison; you don't know how filthy it is inside. Ordinary people really can't eat that bitterness." Chen Guanlou also said a heart-to-heart word.

Just the smell of the Heavenly Prison is enough to be pungent.

"Moreover, the Heavenly Prison doesn't see the sun all year round, dark and damp. Without some kung fu to rely on, the body won't be able to hold up after a long time. Look at me, since I entered the Heavenly Prison, I have been tempering my body every day, just wanting to live a few more years. The money I earned is basically pasted in. Eldest Uncle, can your kid eat the bitterness of the Heavenly Prison, and can he eat the bitterness of practicing martial arts and tempering his body? Don't end up not making money and ruining his body. He hasn't married yet, hasn't left offspring, don't take risks. I don't care, anyway, I am the only one in my family; if it's cut off, it's cut off."

Chen Guanlou didn't cry poor; crying poor didn't work, no one believed him. So he decisively changed his strategy and also began to play the bitter card, saying some true words.

Everything he said was an objective fact, without the slightest exaggeration.

The clan's eldest uncle's youngest son, if he could really eat the bitterness of practicing martial arts and tempering his body, he wouldn't have to follow him to the Heavenly Prison to mix, and would have long followed the Marquis to the battlefield to earn military merit and fight for a future. That is an unreliable young master who avoids the heavy and seeks the light.

He thought that since words had reached this point, the other party should know to retreat in the face of difficulties.

But he never expected that people's pursuit of money was so persistent; how could they change their minds because of his few words.

"No matter! The old man has five sons; if the youngest son really can't have offspring, just inherit one from his brothers. Anyway, we are all one family."

The clan's eldest uncle's generosity and freedom made Chen Guanlou sigh in admiration. He secretly cursed in his heart: The old man who doesn't die is a thief.

People have made their banners clear; they are just coveting the benefits of the Heavenly Prison.

Chen Guanlou gritted his teeth; since words had reached this point, he should also come up with a charter.

"Fine! But the ugly words are said in front; once in the Heavenly Prison, everything must listen to me, and don't talk nonsense whether there is more or less money. If you are not satisfied, you can leave at any time. You can just register first, and the accounts will go from the inside. At that time, if there is any friction, please Eldest Uncle don't make things difficult for me; it's not easy for a junior like me to mix for a meal."

It was made clear: don't use the elder status to make things difficult for him in the future; he gave face once and wouldn't give it a second time. From now on, everyone is a close uncle and nephew, accounts are clear, don't play the emotional card. ===== CHAPTER 150 =====