Martial arts immortality, I will eventually be invincible

Master Tian tried his best to open his eyes wide and look at him.

Chen Guanlou didn't see wisdom in the other person's eyes, he only saw eye shit. Maybe the other person's eyes are too small and too cloudy. Older people inevitably have sagging skin, covering their originally wise eyes.

"You live so cautiously, you really don't look like a jailer." Mr. Tian sighed, "This place in Tianlao is not like this."

"Sir, no matter how you coax me, I can't give you free money. If you want to let yourself go, you have to pay the full amount." Chen Guanlou has an attitude of being indifferent and can talk about anything. Talk to him for free.

It’s hard to make money these days, it’s hard to eat shit, and it’s not easy for everyone. Just don't worry about free.

Master Tian snorted, seemingly dissatisfied. Is he a free person? He just couldn't bear to see a good seedling wasted, so he talked more. Even if you think the worst, he is not that stingy, and it is not like he cannot afford a mere one hundred taels.

"In addition to money, do you, Tianlao, have any other pursuits?"

"Look at what you are saying, if you don't pursue money, how can you pursue fame and fame? We do have a heart for fame, but you scholars and court officials, can you tolerate lowly jailers serving as officials in the same court as you? You will The road is sealed tightly, with only one passage left, and the game must be played according to the rules you set. No deviant words or deeds are allowed. The road is blocked. You said that the jailer is not only pursuing money. What else can you pursue?”

Chen Guanlou smiled, but his words went straight to the core of the problem without any roundabout twists.

This is like the capitalists taking away all the surplus value, but in turn blaming ordinary people for not buying houses, cars, and consumption? Why don’t you empty your pockets and buy, buy, buy? If you have no money, just work as a cow and horse!

Mr. Tian is not embarrassed. involve

He was already in his sixties, and the loess was buried up to his neck. He had only a few years left to live. In his career, he had heard many uglier words than this, more harsh and heart-wrenching remarks.

He moved slowly, changed his foot to bear the weight of his body, and said, "In addition to pursuing money, people must have some conscience."

Chen Guanlou smiled, calmly, as if he was saying that the weather is really nice today, and said some heart-breaking words, "On the one hand, he refused to give him a way to survive, and accused the jailer of being greedy for money, and on the other hand, he asked the jailer to tell him something." Conscience. Why do you officials never talk about the word conscience? I heard that the words you said and the words that inspire scholars never have the word conscience.

The people at the bottom are already very tired, but the court and the government are making more and more demands on the people at the bottom. You have to be diligent, work hard and bear no complaints, learn to endure hardships, and learn to be patient. The reason for your misfortune in this life is because of bad luck. It is definitely not the responsibility of the court and the government anyway. Don't be greedy for money, just focus on giving and doing things, but don't talk about rewards. I wish the common people had no time to eat and no rest, but to work like cows and horses at twelve hours a day. After all, we still need conscience and morality. Why are there so many requirements?

Why haven’t I seen officials have so many demands? It seems that those who want to be an official only need to pass the exam. If you have a background and a backer, you can do whatever you want. You don’t have to endure hardships, work hard, be patient, be miserable and comfort yourself that your life is not good, be honest and greedy for money, and you don’t have to be a cow or a horse. You can get it with just a little effort. Big returns. He eats and drinks well every day, and has eighteen concubines to warm his bed at night. There is no requirement of moral conscience. It’s great to be an official! "

After saying that, Chen Guanlou looked at Mr. Tian in the prison and said with a smile: "I already want to be an official. Mr. Tian, ​​do you think I am suitable to be an official?"

Mr. Tian's mouth twitched and his beard trembled, "You..."

"Am I not suitable? Come to think of it, I was born as a jailer, and I am indeed not suitable to serve as an official in the same court as you adults. How shameless you are. I understand, I understand everything!" Chen Guanlou smiled and his attitude was always very kind, even if It's telling the facts, and it's also told in a self-deprecating tone.

"Sir, being an official is so good. Now that you have fallen, just think of spending money to ward off disasters. The more you spend in Tianlao, the disaster will be farther and farther away from you. I believe that one day, sooner or later, you will be in peace, sir. I believe there will be a day when you can return to officialdom, put on official robes, and pray for the people. I will ask someone to set aside a hundred taels, and when the weather improves, I will arrange for you to go out for a walk. ”

Chen Guanlou accepted everything, and although he smiled, his attitude was that he would not refuse. Regardless of whether Mr. Tian agrees or not, the money will be withdrawn from the account.

Mr. Tian coughed lightly and leaned against the cell door fence to relieve the burden on his feet. "Prisoner Chen, you are really surprising."

"My lord, there is no need to praise me. I have heard so many similar compliments that my ears are about to get calloused."

Lao Caibangzi seems to have a friendly attitude, but in fact, the awareness of class consciousness and hierarchy is deeply ingrained in his bones. Although Mr. Tian spoke politely, he was actually more discriminatory towards the jailers who hated the sky prison than those officials who shouted insults.

He is such a cunning person that others cannot see through him and are easily fooled by his superficial disguise. But Chen Guanlou is so intuitive. As soon as he came into contact with Tian, ​​he knew exactly what kind of person he was.

From the bottom of his heart, the other party was disgusted and disgusted with the jailers in Tianlao. In his eyes, everyone in Tianlao was a lowly bed bug. If the other party is willing to chat with him, that is called charity. As the recipient of charity, Chen Guanlou should be grateful.

As a result, Chen Guanlou was not only ungrateful, but also made sarcastic remarks. Deep down in his heart, Master Tian had already recorded him on the blacklist, making him the most despised person in Tianlao.

On the contrary, young officials like Xie Changling do not have such a strong sense of hierarchy, and the distinction between high and low is not so clear, and the boundaries are sometimes blurred. When I communicated and chatted with the jailers, they did not assume that it was charity.

Master Tian snorted lightly, he could refute Chen Guanlou with countless sage articles and scold him. But it makes no sense.

He even doubted whether the other party could understand what he said? Do you know the source of those famous aphorisms he quoted? Playing the piano to a cow is a waste of saliva. Insulting someone, if the other person doesn't understand and doesn't respond, then insulting doesn't seem to be of much use except for self-pleasure.

In the end, Mr. Tian only said, "Young and energetic!"

Chen Guanlou lowered his head and smiled, and said with a contemptuous attitude: "Are you still a young man if you are not full of energy? Sir, when you are old, don't be as knowledgeable as us young people. As for you, go to jail, reform and reflect well, and think about what you have done. There is no remedy for being imprisoned. It doesn’t matter whether our jailers are greedy for money or have no conscience. It’s not your turn to worry about it, right?”