Chapter 652: Lowered the average level of the rebel team

Prisoners arrived one after another.

The first batch, those brothers who raised the banner of revolt—the first brother, the second brother, the third brother... were all betrayed by the turncoat fourth brother.

The few brothers all came from the same township, different villages. As for their looks, they couldn't be called crooked melons and cracked dates, only that they had their own styles.

The first brother had a square face with squinty eyes, looking a bit treacherous, surnamed Meng, known as "Meng the Calculator". It was said he could calculate.

Chen Guanlou was particularly curious and went down to the big prison to visit.

"Brother Meng can truly calculate? Then when you started the rebellion, didn't you calculate that you would have today?"

A three-month rebel is also a rebel. Having seen blood and killed people, the squinty eyes glared, and the momentum was very fierce. A bit interesting! But compared to the Great Ming King who persisted for several years and even encountered bankruptcy halfway, it was still far behind. Entering the Heavenly Prison, the treatment was naturally not as good as the Great Ming King.

The Great Ming King lived in a VIP prison cell, and the prison gate was made of refined iron.

Meng the Calculator only deserved to live in an ordinary prison cell, with a wooden fence prison gate.

"The team had a traitor, otherwise..."

"You don't even have a decent team, so having a traitor is very normal. Look at you, leading villagers to kill officials and revolt, only caring about grabbing food, grabbing money, grabbing women, completely lacking organization and discipline. There was no planning at all beforehand. Fighting is fighting, logistics is logistics. You don't distinguish between vanguard and logistics, acting on your own, running after grabbing—having a traitor is normal, and destruction is also normal. Three months is a bit long; one and a half months at most."

This mockery output was full.

Meng the Calculator's eyes were bulging, wishing he could glare Chen Guanlou to death.

Chen Guanlou laughed out loud. "Stop glaring! Even if you glare, you're still squinty-eyed. Fine, I shouldn't mock you. Your spirit of resisting the government is worth encouraging. But your means of rebellion, I truly cannot help but despise. My big prison has locked up more than one rebel, and you are the worst one in history. If your predecessors were still alive, they would definitely expel you from the team. Because you lowered the average level of the rebel track."

Another mockery output.

Meng the Calculator wasn't killed by the government soldiers, but was nearly angered to death by Chen Guanlou.

This mouth is truly poisonous!

He had no way to refute it.

A three-month rebel, truly a bit ashamed to see people! Especially the senior predecessors, they must all be despising him, right?

For a time, Meng the Calculator felt sorrowful.

He stared foolishly at Chen Guanlou. "Am I truly that bad?"

"Truly very bad! Although you have the merit of a scholar, your knowledge didn't help your career at all. It was completely blind fighting, with neither long-term plans nor short-term planning. It belongs to living one day at a time. Brother Meng, you are doing the big business of rebellion. You have read so many books, why couldn't you absorb a bit of essence from your predecessors? Not to mention the far ones, just learn from the Great Ming King, and you wouldn't be three months."

Sure enough, a scholar's rebellion won't succeed in three years.

In this day and age, scholars are no longer willing to rely on the imperial examination, and it seems rebellion has a higher cost-performance ratio. Alas, the level is limited. If the Great Ming King could have the level of a scholar, maybe he could persist, grow bigger and stronger, and become a local emperor.

"Useless!" Meng the Calculator's expression was tragic. "I only hate that I couldn't start the rebellion two years earlier, so I could have met the Great Ming King."

"Are you willing to be driven by the Great Ming King?"

Meng the Calculator nodded affirmatively, saying, "I am willing!"

Chen Guanlou sneered. "Pull it down, stop deceiving yourself. If you could truly bend and stretch, why didn't you go to defect to Guo Dachun when it was most dangerous? Guo Dachun is a proper regular army background; in terms of fighting, he throws ten Great Ming Kings away. You even look down on Guo Dachun; can you look down on the Great Ming King? It's just that the Great Ming King is dead and cannot be cashed in, so you can boldly talk nonsense."

Meng the Calculator was exposed, feeling a bit embarrassed.

Look, the thickness of his face is not as good as the Great Ming King. If it were the Great Ming King, a few mockeries—mock if you want, it's a fart. As long as he can continue the great cause of rebellion, kneeling and kowtowing to call you ancestor is fine.

This is truly being able to bend and stretch!

"You, you are still suitable for playing with the pen. Rebellion is not suitable for you. It's just a pity that you want to change careers now, but it's too late. Next lifetime, be early, find your own track early, don't go astray. Rebellion, this big business, is truly not something ordinary people can do." Chen Guanlou encouraged him sincerely.

Every sentence pierced the heart.

Meng the Calculator asked curiously, "Prison Warden Chen, haven't you been beaten by people with a sack outside?"

The mouth is too poisonous!

Chen Guanlou's face sank instantly. "What are you saying, you are the one who was beaten with a sack. Rest assured, before going to the execution ground, I will let the jailers take good care of you. The money is enough, right? In the Heavenly Prison, you can't move an inch without money!"

"Given, the money is enough."

Robbing the rich, eating the rich, who knew it would end up cheapening the Heavenly Prison. The remaining money all went into the Heavenly Prison's pocket. Thinking about it, it's truly angry! If he had persisted for a few more months, at least he could have enjoyed it for a few more months.

Meng the Calculator was very depressed.

Chen Guanlou understood him; it's still that sentence, next lifetime be early, find a track suitable for yourself. Don't get hot-headed, hang your head on your waistband, and run to revolt. This big business of rebellion is truly not something ordinary people can do.

He admired from the bottom of his heart those who dared to raise the banner of rebellion, but Meng the Calculator didn't count. Chen Guanlou unilaterally kicked him out of the rebel team, so as not to lower the average level and ruin the reputation of the rebel big shots.

Meng the Calculator, as the big brother, only had this level. The levels of the second brother and third brother were even more difficult to describe. Put in the countryside, they belong to the level of street hooligans, able to fight and cut, but truly don't have much brains, nor do they have tactics, all relying on solitary courage.

Chen Guanlou said earnestly to the two, "Next lifetime, polish your eyes, don't randomly recognize people as big brothers."

"When are we going to the execution ground?" the second brother asked foolishly.

"Soon, soon. Your batch is not very important, at most one or two months. If the process goes faster, half a month is also possible."

"My family..."

"Don't think about your family. They were implicated by you and have already gone to the underworld one step ahead, waiting for you below. Remember, polish your eyes next lifetime, don't randomly recognize people as big brothers."

"Dead is also good! Without being sliced into a thousand pieces, it counts as dying straightforwardly!"

"With your level, you don't deserve to be sliced into a thousand pieces!"

Because you aren't worthy!

Chen Guanlou still had a bit of conscience and didn't expose the truth, nor did he go to hit the second brother and third brother's confidence. It's pitiful enough; he shouldn't sprinkle salt on the wound.

"Is the big brother okay?"

"Quite good, has food and drink. It's just that..." Facing death, the big brother isn't calm enough! Truly ashamed of the title of "big brother".

"I hate the imperial court, I hate the fourth brother even more!" The second brother said so.

Chen Guanlou comforted him, "The fourth brother's days won't be good."

Officialdom hates traitors the most.

The fourth brother became a traitor and entered the civil service team. Hehe, the days ahead are every day a test, maybe more difficult than rebellion, and more miserable than defeat. ===== CHAPTER 653 =====