Chapter 92: Women Want to be Pretty, Wear Mourning Clothes

Guarding the night until dawn, shift change.

Directly ask for leave, go home to sleep and rest. At night, there will be mourning fire, and everyone needs to help.

When Chen Guanlou was sleeping soundly, the courtyard gate was knocked loudly, making him furious. He went to open the door in a rage; it was a Heavenly Prison guard, telling him that Li's family had gathered a group of people to make trouble in the mourning hall, and wanted him to go over to preside over justice.

Chen Guanlou washed his face with cold water, finally woke up, put on his clothes, and rushed to Li's house.

Arriving at the place, where are the people? Li's family members were not seen, only a group of helping guards remained.

He was very confused, and the guard who delivered the message was even more confused.

He called the old slicker Xiao Jin and asked, "What's going on? Didn't you say Li's family gathered a group of people to make trouble in the mourning hall? Where did the people go?"

Xiao Jin swallowed a mouthful of saliva subconsciously; it could be seen that he was very nervous and also very scared, his face was white, seemingly having received a huge shock.

He whispered to Chen Guanlou, "Halfway through, a group of unidentified people came, holding water and fire sticks, and beat the Li family members when they saw them. That was beating to death! That group of people seemed to know us guards, and didn't move us at all. We persuaded the fight, and the other party just threatened us not to intervene."

"And then?" Chen Guanlou asked eagerly; he vaguely guessed in his heart, but felt that the person shouldn't be so rough. Maybe the people below acted on their own.

Xiao Jin shivered. "I don't know who shouted that the government was coming, and that group of people stuffed the Li family members into several carriages and took them all away in one breath. No one knows where they went."

"People were all taken away?"

Xiao Jin nodded repeatedly. "I saw it clearly, not one was left, all stuffed into the carriages and taken away. Chen Tou, we won't get into any big trouble, right?"

Xiao Jin looked like he was afraid of death.

Chen Guanlou asked him, "Did Li Dahong's wife Liu Shi come out?"

Xiao Jin shook his head. "Didn't see anyone all day."

"Rest assured, nothing will happen."

"Really?" Xiao Jin was still uneasy. "Chen Tou, what big figure did Li Dahong provoke? My heart is very uneasy."

"Do you believe me? I said we are all fine, do you believe it?" Chen Guanlou stared at him, his eyes full of strong self-confidence.

Xiao Jin nodded subconsciously. "I naturally believe Chen Tou."

"Believe me and continue to guard the mourning hall. Rest assured, no one will come to make trouble again. I will go see Liu Shi and ask her what requirements she has. You watch here for me, let everyone do things with peace of mind, and eat a banquet at Guanmei Lou tonight, the top-class banquet."

"Okay!"

To win people over, eating and drinking well is indispensable. In life, eating and drinking are the two words. Everyone worked hard to help and was frightened, so they should eat a good meal to suppress their shock. The money, naturally, was taken from the funeral money.

Arriving at the flower hall in the backyard, Chen Guanlou let the rough servant notify Liu Shi that there was something to discuss.

A moment later, Liu Shi appeared in mourning clothes.

Women want to be pretty, wear mourning clothes!

At this moment, Chen Guanlou finally realized the essence of this sentence.

Liu Shi was wearing hemp clothes, hemp cloth on her head, a hemp rope around her waist, and a pair of plain-colored forged embroidered shoes on her feet, elegant and weak, like a stream, like a river, like the cinnabar mole in the heart, gently and silently crossing the heart, leaving a shallow trace, and reluctant to wipe it off for a long time.

Compared to the rushing river, the quiet stream can move people's hearts more. I wish I could hold this stream in my palm and play with it wantonly.

Waking up suddenly, Chen Guanlou coughed lightly, covering up the emotional fluctuation in his heart.

"Did you receive a shock, sister-in-law? Li's family is too excessive."

"Thank you, Chen Tou, for your concern, it's okay, I've experienced it once, the second time is much better." Liu Shi's voice was light, like a feather, scratching and scratching. No wonder the Crown Prince's wife couldn't tolerate her.

Chen Guanlou pondered for a while. "It looks like that person has taken action. Sister-in-law, you have no worries in the future, congratulations!"

Liu Shi had no expression, bit her thin lips lightly, and didn't speak.

Chen Guanlou also knew that it was broad daylight, and to prevent walls from having ears, he didn't dare to say much, nor could he say it clearly.

He coughed lightly again. "Li Tou's son hasn't been found yet, but I have already entrusted someone, and I think there will be news soon."

"Trouble Chen Tou for being busy for the past two days, I have nothing to repay. After Dalang returns, if he is willing to work in the Heavenly Prison, I hope Chen Tou can take care of him."

"This matter is easy to say!"

Li Dahong's son working in the Heavenly Prison was a matter of course.

"If sister-in-law has nothing else, I will say goodbye."

Liu Shi got up and gave a blessing.

Since then, no one made trouble again, and the funeral went smoothly. However, there was no news of Li Dahong's son, maybe he had left the capital.

He thought he would never see Liu Shi again in this life, but he didn't know that the gears of fate had already begun to turn.

Li Dahong died, and the position of head constable of the Jia-block prison became vacant.

Warden Fan asked the remaining three head constables to recommend a few people each, saying he wanted to choose the best.

Chen Guanlou pondered for a while, wrote down two names, and finally added Lu Datou's name as a filler.

The list was handed up.

He thought Warden Fan would ask for everyone's opinions, after all, he was a newcomer and hadn't recognized all the guards below. As a result, Warden Fan directly announced the candidate for head constable, the big guy Shi Hong.

When Chen Guanlou first became head constable, among the guards in the Jia-block prison, the one who made the most trouble was Shi Hong.

He didn't recommend Shi Hong, and asked the other two head constables, who also expressed that they hadn't recommended Shi Hong. Shi Hong was talkative, had many things, loved to show off, and relied on his big size to always treat himself as the head of all the guards.

"Found out, Shi Hong has a cousin, who looks watery and watery. Remember the concubine that Jiang Jiang Yucheng Fan took a few days ago? Guess who that concubine is?"

"Could it be Shi Hong's cousin?"

"Exactly! Can't see that Shi Hong is so willing to give up, actually sending his cousin to Jiang Jiang Yucheng Fan as a concubine."

"Is this kid a threat."

"Sending out a cousin, only getting the position of head constable, is it a loss?"

"You know a fart. First be a head constable to make money, and then promote after having money; this is the mature plan."

"Shi Hong is so ugly, how beautiful can his cousin be?"

"If I had a younger sister, I would also send her to Jiang Jiang Yucheng Fan as a concubine."

"If you had a younger sister, with your appearance, your younger sister would be lucky to wash Jiang Jiang Yucheng Fan's feet."

"Being a foot-washing maid is also okay! At least it's close to the water and gets the moon first, maybe one day she will be developed."

The guards were chattering, and for Shi Hong, there were those who despised, those who disliked, and more were envious, jealous, and hateful.

Only hating themselves for not having a beautiful younger sister, hating themselves for not being black-hearted enough, and not being spicy enough in means, not even knowing how to cater to the preferences when giving gifts. Sending silver counts as a fart; sending women is the high-end way to play. As long as the sister doesn't lose favor, they can always enjoy the dividends.

Realized, realized!

Pay more attention to beautiful little girls in the future and take them as dry sisters. ===== CHAPTER 93 =====

He only hated that he didn't have a beautiful younger sister, hated that his heart wasn't black enough, his methods weren't ruthless enough, and he didn't even know how to cater to others' preferences when giving gifts. Sending silver was worth nothing; sending women was the high-end way to play. As long as the girl didn't fall out of favor, he could enjoy the dividends forever.

Understood, understood!

In the future, pay more attention to beautiful young girls and take them as sworn sisters.