Chapter 58: Sneaky

Chen Guanlou hummed and said loudly: "The danger of the Heavenly Prison is not inferior to the officialdom by a single bit. It's just that we prison guards are all small characters, and no one cares, so it naturally doesn't spread to the outside. The world thinks we are cruel and lowly, a group of greedy pests. Little do they know, while we take money, we also bear huge risks. Moreover, the big money is handed over to the people above, and the charges are borne by us."

After Master Du finished listening, he sighed: "No line is easy. Those who set up stalls on the street also have to spend their minds to get along well with the government officials, so as not to have their stalls overturned and their livelihood cut off. Come, the old man toasts you a cup."

Chen Guanlou hurriedly said: "Master, don't do this; it should be me toasting you. Although I haven't read books under your hand, in these few months, thanks to your teaching, my learning has improved slightly. I found that reading more books is still useful, at least when talking to the official masters in the prison, people are willing to listen to two sentences and are willing to give a correct look."

Master Du laughed happily and asked curiously: "Those prisoner officials are locked in the Heavenly Prison, and they are still so arrogant. Aren't they afraid of being made difficult by you prison guards."

Chatting, naturally say something real, and it doesn't matter if it's exaggerated.

Chen Guanlou sighed; prison guards are bitter!

"Who dares to make things difficult for them? Who can guarantee that they won't return to their original position one day? A look and a word from them can cut off the rice bowl of our prison guards. Not only can we not make things difficult, but we also have to serve them like masters. You say we are difficult or not."

"All difficult, all difficult."

Master Du shook his head, and for a while, he had some inspiration, so he wanted to write with a pen.

Chen Guanlou took the initiative to grind ink, wanting to see it. Master Du originally wanted to write a beautiful article, and the inspiration came, but after he started writing, he only wrote a beginning and there was no follow-up.

Chen Guanlou watched anxiously, but didn't dare to urge, and comforted: "Articles are naturally made, and wonderful hands are occasionally obtained. Master has a bamboo in his chest and hills and gullies in his abdomen, and he can definitely write beautiful articles. At this time, the sky is too bright, lacking a few points of writing atmosphere. Need to wait until night, when the night is deep and the people are quiet, and the literary thoughts will definitely surge."

"Little Lou, your words are beautiful. Especially the first two sentences, articles are naturally made, and wonderful hands are occasionally obtained. Good, good, good! Too good! I didn't expect you to have the talent for writing poetry. It's a pity you didn't continue to read books, otherwise, you might be able to take the imperial examination."

"Master, don't laugh at me. I have already entered the Heavenly Prison and became a prison guard; what qualification do I have to take the imperial examination? The official masters check my background and will drop me on the spot. I'd better be self-aware and not mix in the circle of scholars, so as not to stain their eyes and be disliked by others."

Chen Guanlou looked self-deprecating. His status is a good citizen, and he can fully participate in the imperial examination. But he is engaged in this lowly profession of prison guard.

When others hear his profession, they have to frown. Not to mention scholars who think highly of themselves. Not every scholar is like Master Su, Master Du, and Master Zhao who don't dislike prison guards.

In the final analysis, his status as a good citizen has been stained with miscellaneous colors and is no longer so clean. The world defaults that prison guards have dirty hands and black hearts, and have done many dirty things like killing and hitting money.

Can people who have killed people be called clean? Don't insult the word clean and make people laugh.

Master Du was very regretful and sighed with him. "What a pity, why did you enter the Heavenly Prison and do this dirty business of prison guard. Pity, pity."

Chen Guanlou was very open-minded. Although everyone regretted that he entered the Heavenly Prison and fell into depravity. He was happy to do it.

Without the treasure house of the Heavenly Prison, where would he have the opportunity to practice Wu Gong, and where would he have the opportunity to get the profound Wu Gong "Sheng Tian Lu." Practicing Wu Gong for less than a year, he can already defeat a First Rank warrior. Although he cannot show off, he is exceptionally cool in his heart, secretly cool. Secretly cool is the highest enjoyment.

No one can understand how much he cherishes this job of a prison guard in the Heavenly Prison.

What does it matter if the status of a prison guard is low? In a world where Wu Gong is respected, martial arts experts can laugh at the world. Moreover, he possesses the Longevity Dao Fruit, and there is no place more suitable for hiding himself than the Heavenly Prison.

He said very indifferently: "Nothing is a pity. Only by giving up can one gain. At the beginning, I was so poor that I only had one pair of underpants left, and I couldn't open the pot. It was this line of prison guard that solved my urgent need and gave me savings, and I could eat meat and drink a pot of wine every three or five days.

If I didn't do this line, I don't know where I would be bending over and bowing in a firm, serving tea and water to serve people, and the money I got was just enough to make ends meet. Neither can I enrich myself, nor can I help my eldest sister, and I don't even have the opportunity to come to Master here to ask for advice."

"Passed, passed." Master Du waved his hands repeatedly; he was not a glutton, and he could eat a few taels of meat and drink two taels of wine, which was about the same. He never expected to get much money from Chen Guanlou.

Chen Guanlou saw that Master Du misunderstood, and hurriedly explained: "If I worked in a firm, I would be busy from morning to night. Even if I had the heart to come to Master here to ask for advice, I wouldn't have the time, let alone the mood. Unlike now, three shifts, and go home after duty. Have money and leisure, except for the low status, it is very chic."

"Chic is chic, but it is a waste of talent."

"I don't have any talent." Chen Guanlou firmly refused to admit that he had talent; he would rather be regarded as illiterate.

"Little Lou, why be humble. The old man has chatted with you for such a long time, and I still know how much weight you carry. Although the foundation of learning is not well laid and the foundation is not solid enough. But the advantage is that the thinking is flexible, can draw inferences from one instance, does not stick to the rules, has ideas, opinions, and insights. These are exactly what scholars lack most today. If you can spend more time laying a solid foundation, I dare not say Imperial Scholar, but Provincial Graduate can still be expected."

Oh my, Chen Guanlou didn't expect Master Du's evaluation of him to be so high, actually saying that he had the talent of a Provincial Graduate. He was happy in his heart, very happy. Being appreciated and praised is always a beautiful thing.

No wonder the old Emperor loves to hear flattering words; officials who speak the truth cannot be reused. Sometimes the truth is too harsh. Jiang Tu can be reused by the Emperor; not to mention anything else, his EQ must be very high, and his words must be very beautiful.

Until the sky was getting dark, he came out of Master Du's house. With three points of drunkenness, he walked through the streets and alleys, walking towards his home.

From afar, he saw Liu Xiao Chuan, the gatekeeper of Liu Guanshi's house, leaning against the wall, looking like he was going to do something.

He walked up and greeted: "Liu brother, not on duty today, what are you doing here?"

Liu Xiao Chuan was suddenly called by name and was nervous. Turning back to see it was Chen Guanlou, he was relieved. "So it's Little Chen brother, not on duty today?"

"I have been on the night shift these few days, and I haven't been on duty yet. What are you doing here, sneaky."

Now Chen Guanlou is a squad leader, with money in his hands, and most importantly, he has already returned Liu Guanshi's favor. Therefore, when he talks to Liu Xiao Chuan, he doesn't need to worry, naturally saying whatever he wants. ===== CHAPTER 59 =====