Chapter 467

"Things in the palace are not our concern."

Chen Guanlou stopped the argument between the two.

"No matter who becomes the Emperor, it won't delay our duties. It's nothing more than the environment being a bit worse, but not a single penny of money will be missing."

"I'm just afraid of having the life to earn it but not the life to spend it."

Chen Guanlou finally understood; Prison Clerk Zhang is a pessimist, thinking about everything in the worst direction, but not working toward the best direction.

This won't do!

Things haven't reached the worst situation yet, and he has already scared himself to death.

He coughed lightly, "Prison Clerk Zhang's words make sense. But as long as we don't die for a day, does it delay us from collecting money no matter who becomes Emperor? It doesn't delay!

Even if those Imperial Princes fight for the throne, does it delay us from collecting money? It doesn't delay! Even if the old Emperor is controlled by someone and cannot be independent, does it delay collecting money? It doesn't delay!

As long as it doesn't delay collecting money, what else is there to worry about? In the world, ninety-nine percent of things can be solved with money. The remaining problems that cannot be solved with money can only rely on life. Do you think your life is good or not? Anyway, I feel my life is quite good."

Xu Fugui opened his mouth and thought carefully; he originally wanted to say his life was not good. However, compared with his neighbors and relatives and friends, he couldn't say these words.

He could only echo, "My life is not bad either, quite good. Among the brothers, my family lives the most comfortably, and there are fewer things to worry about. The only bad thing is that the reputation is not very good, which delayed the children's marriage."

The two looked at Prison Clerk Zhang together.

Prison Clerk Zhang snorted coldly, "Do you really think being a prison clerk is called having a good life?"

"Otherwise? Do you still want to take the imperial examinations and become an official?" Xu Fugui asked back, "You should think clearly; once you become an official, sooner or later you will take a trip to the Heavenly Prison, which may not be more comfortable than us."

"Ignorant! You understand the truth that reputation delays children's marriage, yet you are still bewitched by Prison Clerk Chen. He is a bachelor, one person eats and the whole family is not hungry, and he has the backing of the Hou Fu, so naturally, he doesn't care about so-called reputation."

Prison Clerk Zhang refuted Xu Fugui, and the reason was very good and powerful.

Chen Guanlou sneered, "If Prison Clerk Zhang has an opinion about me, just say it directly; there is no need to beat around the bush. Whether life is good or not, everyone has a unique perception. I said this just to tell you that our Heavenly Prison people's luck is not that bad. Things in the court are not our concern. Prison Clerk Zhang, you are worried, what is the use? The old Emperor won't know, and he won't promote you. It's better to do the things at hand and live every day well."

"Prison Clerk Chen is quite open-minded."

"Why shouldn't I be open-minded?"

"Aren't you worried that the Hou Fu will be implicated and decline from now on?"

"So what? Could it be that without the Hou Fu, the Chen clan people shouldn't live? Prison Clerk Zhang, you really have the potential to tell jokes. Taking a step back, the Marquis is still leading troops in the north to quell the rebellion; why do you determine that the Hou Fu will decline? Could it be that you have inside information?"

Chen Guanlou was quite curious; today Prison Clerk Zhang was indeed a bit abnormal.

He never looked down on these Heavenly Prison people; they associate with all kinds of people, know all kinds of people, and have wide news channels that are astonishing. Perhaps Prison Clerk Zhang really got inside information.

"Old Zhang, do you have inside information or not? Tell us." Xu Fugui bumped the other party with his shoulder.

Prison Clerk Zhang had a gloomy face, "No inside information. Just thinking that someone dared to blow up even the sacrificial altar, obviously aiming at His Majesty, I feel very uneasy in my heart. I have lived for decades and encountered this kind of thing for the first time. Have you heard of similar things? In the three hundred years of the dynasty, this is the first time, right."

Xu Fugui nodded, "Similar things, let alone heard of, I don't even dare to think about it. Prison Clerk Chen, what about you? You have the backing of the Hou Fu, you should be knowledgeable."

"In the three hundred years of the dynasty, indeed no similar things have happened. However, flip it up, flip it to the Great Yu Dynasty, and look at the history of the Great Yu Dynasty, you will find that a mere explosion is a fart. In the eight hundred years of the Great Yu Dynasty, what demons, ghosts, monsters, and gods haven't been seen? Read more history books, and nothing is strange."

Chen Guanlou's free and easy attitude influenced the two.

Xu Fugui was very curious, "Is the Great Yu Dynasty more crazy than today's things?"

"More than ten times crazier."

"Then I have to flip through history books too. Hey, I get a headache as soon as I flip through books. Better find someone to read to me. Damn it, the C-grade prison is full of illiterate rough men; where can I find someone to read to me now." Xu Fugui looked irritable.

Prison Clerk Zhang asked curiously, "The history of the Great Yu Dynasty is more explosive, so what were the consequences? After something more terrifying than an explosion happened, what were the consequences?"

"Nothing more than changing an Emperor, and then continuing to sing and dance in peace." Chen Guanlou spread his hands, "History is a cycle. No matter how weird and incredible things we encounter now, if you flip through history books, you can find similar cases. Even more explosive, more inhumane, completely beyond the scope of human cognition. However, life still goes on.

There is nothing new under the sun. Today the sacrificial altar exploded; hearing it suddenly, it's terrifying, breaking imagination, and worrying about what to do in the future. Thinking carefully, it seems like no big deal.

The worst, the absolute worst, is nothing more than changing an Emperor; the sky is still that sky, and the Great Gan's sky won't break for a while. Even if it really breaks, what does it have to do with us Heavenly Prison people? We will still be prison clerks guarding prisoners. Could it be that the new dynasty won't have prisoners? Thinking this way, things are not hard to understand, right."

"Shh, these words shouldn't be said nonsense. The Great Gan's sky definitely won't break." Xu Fugui looked nervous.

"However, Prison Clerk Chen's last sentence makes sense; no matter the new dynasty or the old dynasty, prisoners must be imprisoned. If there are prisoners, there are prison clerks. If there are prison clerks, there are prison clerks. Haha, our line of work is indeed a hundred-year iron rice bowl."

Xu Fugui became arrogant, appearing very excited.

Prison Clerk Zhang's complexion also looked a little better, obviously comforted by Chen Guanlou's words.

Yes, the worst, the absolute worst, is nothing more than changing an Emperor. No matter who becomes Emperor, there will be prisoners and the Heavenly Prison will be needed. If there is a Heavenly Prison, prison clerks cannot be separated from it.

Prison Clerk Zhang took out his smoking pipe; his pipe was much more exquisite than Squad Leader Wang's pipe, and it was even inlaid with gold edges.

Xu Fugui teased him, "Are you necessary? Is there nowhere to spend your money? Using gold to inlay edges, be careful of being stolen."

"You know a fart! Not only do I want to inlay gold, but when I have money in the future, I also want to inlay jewelry on it. After a few decades, this thing can be a family heirloom, passed down from generation to generation." Prison Clerk Zhang said firmly, as if what he was holding in his hand was not a smoking pipe, but a genuine antique family heirloom.

Chen Guanlou heard this and pondered whether he should also get a few antiques to pass down as family heirlooms.

Eh!

Wait, he doesn't even have a wife, pass down a fart of a family.