The autumn wind has become cooler. Chen Guanlou sat in the office and looked through the account books. There are two accounts, the public account and the private account. The public account must be submitted to the Ministry of Justice, and the Ministry of Justice will take a commission based on the amount in the public account. The private account is the profit shared privately by the Tianlao, and of course a part is taken to honor the officials above. If you don't serve the people above well, the private account will be put into the public account, and all will be taken by the Ministry of Justice. He didn't know whether Sun Daoning had a share of the private account. He never asked and didn't want to ask. As long as he didn't want to worry about it, these things wouldn't bother him. The public account remained stable as usual, without increasing or decreasing. The amount was like taking root, and it didn't move at all. Everyone knew this and was very satisfied. No movement means stability. The most important thing in officialdom is stability. The private account has increased slightly. Autumn is here, the weather is clear and refreshing, the best season of the year. The prisoners couldn't hold back and wanted to go out for some fresh air to get rid of the bad luck of the year and hope for good luck in the coming year.
One hundred taels was a chance to go out for some fresh air, which was very expensive, but not expensive. It depends on who you are. Prisoners in Tianlao basically have no shortage of money. There are also poor officials in Beijing, but they are rare and not available at all times. If you save money in other aspects, such as bathing less, replacing high-quality rice paper with ordinary ones, eating less meat, and drinking less wine, you can get one hundred taels. For prisoners who have been imprisoned in Tianlao for many years without seeing the sun, sunshine, rain, dew, breeze and tea are more precious than anything else and worth spending money on. The small courtyard for fresh air at the back has also been changed. It is paved with stone slabs and has more flowers and plants. The house has been simply decorated, with bright windows and clean desks, and the four treasures of the study are all there. At first glance, you might have thought you had entered someone's study. If conditions did not allow it, you could also arrange two beautiful maids to serve. But Tianlao cannot accommodate women. When a woman enters the prison, it is like a sheep entering a tiger's mouth. Don't think of escaping unscathed. Don't expect that there is still moral conscience in the purely male territory. Look at the female prisoners next door. The high courtyard wall blocks all prying eyes and prevents all bad events from happening. Human nature cannot stand the test! When Chen Guanlou came to the small courtyard, he saw Xie Changling sitting in a rocking chair, squinting his eyes and basking in the sun. There was a cup of tea and a half-read essay note on the coffee table next to him. The other prisoners who were out at the same time were either lying or sitting, doing whatever they felt comfortable and lazy, all in the sun. Like greedy drug addicts, they were madly absorbing the moisture of the sun. Every day after that, they had to rely on this half-day of sunshine to sustain themselves, and no waste was allowed. "Master Xie is comfortable." Chen Guanlou brought a chair and sat down, chatting casually. Xie Changling opened his eyes a little and glanced at him, "How are you, prison guard Chen? I heard that you just came back from a business trip." "I've been back for many days. I've rested for a few days and haven't had time to go down to the prison to inspect the cells. Why, after not seeing you for these days, Mr. Xie missed me?" "Without prison guard Chen, the prison has become the dirty and ugly place that people say. I didn't realize it before, but after the comparison, I suddenly realized the importance of prison guard Chen. When you were in the prison for a day, those prison guards and squad leaders all knew to follow the rules and etiquette, and occasionally they would pay attention to hygiene. When you were not there, they showed their true colors and were very unbearable." "Why are they unbearable? They are just a little more fond of gambling, a little dirty, and speak a little smelly." Chen Guanlou knew the morals of the prison guards very well. Without control, they let themselves go and were as dirty and smelly as they wanted. In such a hot day, who would dare to believe that someone would not take a bath, brush their teeth, wash their face, or change clothes for a whole month, and still feel very good about themselves. The whole body stinks, and the wind blows three miles away. There are such people in the Tianlao, and there are more than one, a nest of them, and no one should despise anyone. After Chen Guanlou became a prison guard, he strictly required that he change his clothes at least every three days. There are several sets of uniforms, and it is not that he has no clothes to change. Even if he doesn't want to wash his clothes, it doesn't cost much to ask a maid to wash and clean his clothes. Compared with the income of the jailer, it is a drop in the bucket. It is convenient and hygienic for himself, and it can also provide job opportunities for others. The merits are immeasurable.
When he was there, the jailers were honest and tried their best to clean themselves according to the hygiene requirements. He was away on business for less than a month, and these jailers were left alone, and they returned to their old ways. It was such a hot weather, and they could sweat several times a day. If they didn't change and wash for ten days or half a month, you can imagine how bad the smell was. The smell of the Tianlao was already unpleasant, and with the smell of the jailer, outsiders who suddenly stepped into the Tianlao would be suffocated to death. Xie Changling is a child of destiny, and he suffered all his hardships in the prison. No wonder he started to complain as soon as they met. "I can understand that Chen the jailer loves his subordinates, but I don't agree with Chen the jailer's statement. It's not that they are a little more fond of gambling, a little dirty, or a little smelly. It's not just a little, but a world of difference, a gap, a natural moat. However, it also let me know that Chen the jailer's control over the subordinates is amazing. As soon as you came back, all your subordinates became honest. Today, almost all of them changed into clean uniforms, and they even took a bath with soap." Chen Guanlou heard that almost every word of Xie Changling was full of deep resentment. He didn't know that his subordinates changed their clothes and took a bath today. It seems that the jailers attach great importance to his request. Very good, very good, must be maintained. He hopes that the working environment can be improved, and he must change people first. "They are all rough people. Thank you for your tolerance. Next time you want to bask in the sun, I will ask someone to make you a cup of tea. The tea I brought from the Marquis' Mansion is not available outside." "Thank you for your kindness, Chen the jailer. We are all a little impatient." "I heard from people when I came back that His Royal Highness Prince Zhong has been having a hard time recently and is arguing with Yu Xiang." "There is no arguing. Everything is up to the emperor!" Xie Changling bowed his head, feeling extremely resentful. Although he hid it well, Chen Guanlou still noticed it. This resentment was directed at the old emperor. Tsk tsk! The old emperor is hated! The more people who hate him, the better. "Someone has to take the responsibility for the rebellion of the Prince of Chu. Everyone knows that this responsibility lies with your majesty. If it weren't for your majesty's insistence, the Prince of Chu would never have the courage to rebel and would only remain dormant. Your majesty is proud and would never come forward to bear such serious consequences. No one is more suitable than His Royal Highness Prince Zhong. This is a godsend opportunity! You can take this opportunity to completely solve the problem of Prince Zhong and put an end to this case. But..." Yu Zhaoan took the lead in pulling Prince Zhong into this whirlpool, but saved him. Where there is debate, there are variables. Where there is a variable, there is an opportunity. Where there is an opportunity, there is survival. The old emperor fell into Yu Zhaoan's trap.