Two days later, the second son finally left the prison and returned to his life as a grandson of the emperor. The prison had unloaded a big burden, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief. Little Master Fan was not careful with his words, or he was too happy. He said in front of everyone: "We finally sent this gentleman away. Thank God. I will host you tonight and invite everyone to drink." Everyone:... Don't treat me to drinks. It's boring if you treat me to drinks and everyone pays for it. Someone was smart and secretly ran to Fan Yucheng to complain. As expected, Fan Yucheng called Little Master Fan to the office and scolded him severely. "... To survive in the officialdom, you must understand the rules and know when to advance and retreat, and not show your emotions. Do you understand? The second son just left the prison, and you celebrated with great fanfare. What do you want to do?" "I am happy for the second son! The second son finally escaped from prison. Isn't this something worth celebrating?" Little Master Fan asked back, which made Fan Yucheng speechless.
"You are happy for the Second Young Master, not dislike him as a plague god?"
"It's unfair! I have been trying to curry favor with the Second Young Master, so how could I dislike him as a plague god? The Second Young Master didn't care about my mistakes and generously let me go. I am grateful to him. It's just that I am in a low position and dare not invite the Second Young Master to have a drink. I just want everyone to celebrate for the Second Young Master in private. Uncle, you know me, I am a good person."
Fan Yucheng was half-believing and half-doubting, with a lot of anger but nowhere to vent, and waved his hand irritably, "Okay, okay, stop nagging. Just do your job and get through this year first."
"There are only a few days left this year, uncle, what else do you have to worry about." Little Lord Fan didn't care.
Fan Yucheng touched his head, feeling uneasy!
"I heard that there was another quarrel in the court, and it was about money again. The Ministry of Revenue promised to pay a few months' salary to officials in Beijing, so that everyone would have money for the New Year. I heard that there were twists and turns in this matter. Whether we can get the salary before the New Year, no one can say for sure now." "Uncle, we don't rely on the salary of the court to live, and it doesn't affect the Tianlao whether we have it or not." "You know shit! Is this just a matter of salary? Once it becomes a routine for the superiors to owe money, it will become a rule in the future. What have we become? If we don't take the court salary, can we still be considered court officials? If the waiter doesn't take wages, can he be considered a proper waiter?" Master Xiao Fan was stunned. It seems that this makes sense. Working for the royal family but not taking wages, is he still a member of the court? "What should I do?" "Watch and wait. Wait for the officials above to show some kindness, otherwise I can't do this job." "Why is the court out of money every day? Since I came to Tianlao, the most common thing I heard is that there is no money. Not only do they not give money, but they don't even have the rice that should be allocated. Tianlao has to find ways to raise money to buy rice to feed the prisoners in the prison. Fortunately, there are still some savings in the Tianlao public account, otherwise the prisoners in the prison will starve to death. If the prisoners starve to death, who will be responsible?" Fan Yucheng was thinking about the lawsuit, and his thoughts drifted far away, and he was pulled back by the words of starvation by Master Xiao Fan. "What did you just say, starve the prisoners to death?"
Master Xiao Fan was a little confused, and after coming to his senses, he hurriedly said: "My nephew means that even if the higher-ups don't give money, they can still give food and oil. Fortunately, there is some money in the public account, otherwise people starved to death, who would be responsible?" "Starved to death! Haha, starved to death! If no money is given, it is understandable that a few people starved to death." "Uncle, you want to starve the people in the prison to death? This, this is not appropriate. What if the higher-ups investigate..." "You know shit. Go down first, and call Chen Guanlou by the way." "What do you want him to do? He is just a "Squad leader. Uncle, what do you have to discuss with me?" Fan Yucheng glared, "What do you want to discuss with you? Do you have an elder in your family who has defeated the rebels? Do you have any connections in the Marquis' Mansion? The most popular person in the court right now is Pingjiang Marquis. Although Chen Guanlou is five generations away from the fifth mourning period, he is surnamed Chen after all, and he is more useful than all of us combined. Go and call someone. Master Li? Master Li, come here quickly to give me advice." Xiaoshang Fan was spitted all over his face, and he had no choice but to retreat and call a jailer to invite Chen Guanlou. After Chen Guanlou came back from Hujia Village, he gradually realized that he was too evil and easily frightened people and attracted the attention of others. During this period, he had been cultivating himself and became very Buddhist. Knowing that Yu Zhaoan had a pair of sharp eyes, he did not dare to appear in front of Yu Zhaoan, and the job of patrolling the cells every day was also saved. He was lazy and had already attracted Yu Zhaoan's attention, and asked the jailer several times. Chen Guanlou was unmoved. Before his edge was completely restrained, he would not take any risks, and he could not let the cunning Yu Zhaoan see any flaws. As for the other people around him, there was no need to worry at all. In life, let alone third-grade warriors, second-grade warriors are rarely seen. After reaching the fourth grade, with his current social circle, he could not touch anyone except an old court official. Fourth-grade warriors are either in the military camp, or kept by the rich and powerful, or in the sect family. The above three are not accessible to him in his current status. Chen Guanlou was on guard against Yu Zhaoan, not because of how deep Yu Zhaoan's kung fu was, but because that guy had too sharp eyes and a very smart mind. A little clue would allow the other party to catch the truth. He didn't want to expose his secrets. Xiao Jin kept nagging him, saying that Yu Zhaoan was always complaining that he was doing something shameful, otherwise he wouldn't have avoided him. Chen Guanlou was getting annoyed, and Fan Yucheng happened to have something to do, so he hurried away. When he came to the office, he saw that Fan Yucheng and Li Shiye were both serious, and he was a little puzzled. The second son left the prison, so he should be happy, why is he still frowning. "Xiao Chen is here, don't stand, sit down and talk. Jinzhou won a victory, and the rebels were wiped out in one fell swoop. This is a great joy." The rebels were only temporarily defeated, and the front line was shrunk, but they were not wiped out in one fell swoop. Chen Guanlou said silently in his heart. However, none of this is important at the moment. The old emperor only needs a victory, and the court also needs a victory. A victory is a good thing. The Marquis's Mansion can prosper for a long time, and even if they, the Chen family, can't benefit from it, they can still be happy. When you go out, once you say your surname is Chen, others will look at you with a higher regard. You will be able to do things and do business more smoothly than others. The yamen runners will not deliberately make things difficult for you. There are still many advantages to having the surname Chen, especially some invisible advantages. If the Marquis's Mansion falls into decline, the Chen family will inevitably be looked down upon and made difficult and mean by others.