Master Du was too drunk. After three or five glasses of high-quality rice wine, he was already half tipsy. He sang a street tune. If there was a woman here at this moment, it would definitely be more interesting. Chen Guanlou matched the time for him, regardless of whether it sounded unpleasant or not, on this happy day, it was all about the atmosphere. "You, you, do you have any regrets now?" "What do I regret?" Chen Guanlou ate the food and wine with an indifferent look on his face. Master Du snorted, "The eldest master won the battle, and the children of the Chen family who followed him to the front line all had a good future, some were promoted, and some got rich. Only you are still guarding the prison, being a jailer with no future." If you had listened to my words back then, you might have become a captain today, a serious military officer of the imperial court, much better than a jailer." Chen Guanlou laughed and didn't care at all, "Master, you just love to worry. Everyone has his own destiny and future. From the day I chose to be a jailer, I have never regretted it." He was covered in secrets, but when he arrived at the military camp, his true form was revealed minute by minute. By now, the grass on the grave might be as tall as a man. If you still want to get promoted and make a fortune, just dream. A person with no martial arts background has martial arts that are no weaker than those of a fourth-grade warrior. Which warrior can sit still? Jixia Academy cannot sit still, nor can the powerful and powerful families. The old emperor asked for immortality. If he fell into the hands of the old emperor, the darkest cage in the innermost part of the prison would be prepared for him, and there would be no exception. Master Du didn't believe what Chen Guanlou said, and everyone would regret missing out on a great future. In his opinion, Chen Guanlou was clearly stubborn and refused to admit that he had made the wrong choice.
After all, it’s all about face! It's embarrassing enough. No matter what, we must insist on losing the battle and not losing the battle. The airs must be put up so that no one can look down upon them. At the same time, Master Du was glad that Chen Guanlou was not his nephew, otherwise he would have been so angry that he would have picked up a stick and broken the opponent's legs. The Hou Mansion is setting off fireworks, booming, really beautiful! The two of them were sitting by the window, admiring the splendor of the fireworks. Du Fuzi said: "The eldest man is very proud of his battle. The old lady has been keeping a low profile recently. Two days ago, I went to the Marquis Mansion to pay my respects and met the two of them. The young mistress. The eldest mistress made it difficult for the second young mistress to come down in front of the old lady. The old lady didn't say anything wrong. Instead, she advised the second young lady to be more open-minded and generous. He also said that the eldest young lady came from a famous family, had extraordinary knowledge, and was the eldest grandson-in-law of the noble family of the Hou family. After the New Year, it’s time to take on the important responsibilities of stewards and directors. " Chen Guanlou raised his eyebrows and smiled, "Is the second room willing to hand over the housekeeper's rights?" The benefits obtained, given the economic size of the Hou Mansion, the amount that the second house would pocket in a year would be at least tens of thousands of taels, not including the losses incurred by the second master and the second young master and his son. "I'm definitely reluctant to hand it over. But the situation is compelling. If the old lady doesn't take the initiative, she will be shameless when the eldest master comes back." Master Du took a sip of wine. "Look, the Marquis Mansion only has a small population. Either the east wind overwhelms the west wind, or the west wind overpowers the east wind. Things in the court are actually the same. Now that the great master is at the top of the sky, it means that the noble generals have stood up again, and the civil servants have to keep a low profile. Be more restrained.” "The civil servants didn't hold back at all. They promised to repay the previous salary arrears, but today they are thirty, and they haven't seen a penny. Not to mention money, we haven't even seen a grain of rice. We are working hard. Do you believe that this dynasty, in its glory days, is so poor that it can owe an official in the capital a year’s salary?” Master Du was speechless, "I really didn't expect to be owed one year's salary. It stands to reason that the court's tax revenue increases every year, and at worst it can be the same. Why is the court getting poorer and poorer? I can't figure it out!" "Because there are many people who spend money. Especially that one..." "Hush! This is not a place for nonsense." Master Du quickly stopped Chen Guanlou, even though there was no one else around, "That is a holy king who is alive, how can I allow you to talk nonsense." Chen Guanlou laughed and didn't care much, "The Jinyiwei will only come to your house to monitor after they have eaten enough. Master Du, the Jinyiwei has limited manpower, and even the supervising court officials are too busy. You, a small private school master, I am a little jailer who can't stand his eyes." Du Fuzi snorted coldly and said in disapproval: "Be careful and you won't make a big mistake. This is the territory of the Hou Mansion, and there might be guards in uniform. Okay, okay, stop talking nonsense. The court has money or not, but we ordinary people They all live the same life.” Chen Guanlou picked up his wine glass and clinked it with Master Du. He looked out the window with a smile on his lips.
Du Fuzi was right. The territory of the Hou Mansion, especially now that the eldest master had won the battle, was indeed the area that Jinyiwei focused on. This group of Jin Yiwei spies don't have wine in the room on New Year's Eve and fly around on the roof. It's really annoying. With the small population of the Hou Mansion, the two most core figures are not at home. Even if they spy on the flowers, they won't be able to get anything useful. These are all trivial things about mothers-in-law and mothers, and they are not qualified to be reported to the old emperor. Chen Guanlou knew that throughout the dynasties, generals and commanders who had won battles were more or less jealous of their superiors. I just didn't expect that this suspicion would come so quickly, and I wouldn't even have a holiday on New Year's Eve. What can the old man do if he is disabled? Since ancient times, no disabled minister has been able to rebel against heaven, and no disabled rebel has ever been seen sitting on the throne. After a meal of wine until midnight, Chen Guanlou insisted on returning to his courtyard despite the cold wind blowing. As soon as he lay down, there was a knock on the courtyard door. He stood up and opened the door, and saw Chen Guanxin standing at the door with half of his face blue. "Brother Lou, can I borrow your place to stay for one night?" Chen Guanlou invited him into his house and asked, "What's wrong with your face? It's New Year's Day, why are you here when you're not at home?" "Oh, don't mention it. My face was beaten by my fourth brother, and my old man acquiesced. What do you think I'm still doing at home? Anyway, no one cares about me and thinks I'm incompetent, so I won't go back." "Why did your fourth brother beat you? It's New Year's Day, why can't you talk about it nicely? Why do you have to fight?" Chen Guanlou poured a cup of hot tea for the other party. If it weren't for listening to gossip, he would never let Chen Guanxin live in his house. In comparison, it seems that gossip is more important. Anyway, the guest room has been empty and is almost a storage room. Don't mind the mess and dust inside, just live there. "Didn't the eldest master win the battle?" "What does the eldest master's victory have to do with your beating?" Chen Guanxin said aggrievedly: "The clansmen who followed the eldest master to serve in the army have become prosperous this time. They wrote back that they were either promoted or made a fortune. My father was jealous and remembered that I was beaten by the eldest master. During the New Year's Eve dinner, he drank a few more glasses of wine and mentioned this matter. He said that I was useless and failed to seize the opportunity. I muttered a few words, but who would have thought that my fourth brother would take chicken feathers as a token of authority and punch me in the face. Look at my face, it's bruised and my eyes are swollen." "Didn't your father take care of your fourth brother?" "He didn't care about anything. He even thought that the fourth brother beat me well. I was beaten by the eldest master because I didn't get beaten enough."