Just after October, the temperature dropped rapidly. The temperature dropped overnight, and everyone took out the cotton-padded jackets from the bottom of the box and wrapped them around themselves. In the three prisons of A, B and C, several people died in one night. When they were carried out, they were all stiff. Chen Guanlou inspected the prison downstairs. Lord Gong was shivering while reading a book wrapped in cotton wool. "What's going on? Your nephew didn't send you a cotton-padded jacket? This is too outrageous." "Chen Yucheng misunderstood. It's not that my nephew didn't send you a cotton-padded jacket, but that he was not in the capital. He personally escorted a batch of goods to a long journey. The people below were probably too busy and didn't have time to prepare." "Even if your nephew was not in the capital, he should have told you in advance to buy you a cotton-padded jacket, cotton-padded pants and a quilt. Someone, go to the Gong family and ask if Lord Gong and his men will take care of it?" Chen Guanlou gave the order, and the jailer ran errands.
As for the prison cell, it is difficult to survive the cold winter with only the thin cotton quilts and cotton clothes prepared by the government. Moreover, half of the prison cell is underground, which is damp and humid... "Thank you for your concern, Chen Yucheng, I am very grateful." Lord Gong gathered the cotton wool on his body. Chen Guanlou really couldn't stand it, and ordered someone to add a cotton coat that was standard for the Tianlao for Lord Gong. It was very thin and barely worked. "Although it is made of black-hearted cotton, it can keep you warm. You can wear it for now and wait for your servants to send you cotton clothes." Lord Gong smiled, "It's not black-hearted, it's not black-hearted, it can keep you warm." "The cotton is all blood." Dried blood, no one cleans it, dismantles it, dries it, and resews it, and it is a "new" cotton coat. What's worse, it is not dried at all. For example, the cotton coats in the imperial prison next door are definitely not dried, and the clothes exude various musty odors. The situation in the Tianlao is slightly better. Every summer, winter warm clothes must be taken out and exposed to the sun for several days. These are the rules set by Chen Guanlou after he became the prison warden. In the past, the Tianlao and the imperial prison were the same, both were beggars, and they were fine as long as they could be used. It didn't matter if it was moldy or smelly or had blood. Chen Guanlou couldn't stand it. Even if he didn't ask for it to be spotlessly clean, at least he could get rid of the moldy smell, just for everyone's physical and mental health. Lord Gong didn't dislike him at all when he was in the Tianlao. He had been in the palace for the second time, and he adapted well to the environment of the Tianlao. He felt very comfortable wearing the cotton clothes of the Tianlao. As long as he didn't freeze to death, he would turn over sooner or later. "I heard that there is another prince in the palace." Lord Gong gossiped. Chen Guanlou laughed, "Lord Gong, you are well-informed." "His Majesty is happy to have a son. Do you think he will issue a general amnesty?" "Impossible!" Chen Guanlou directly extinguished the other party's hope and explained, "The new little prince is only favored by his mother. He is a little better than ordinary concubines, but far from the status of a favorite concubine. He is not a favorite concubine, and His Majesty has many sons. When a prince is born, His Majesty will be happy for two or three days at most. To issue a general amnesty, it is only possible when the queen gives birth to a legitimate son or a favorite concubine gives birth to a son." Lord Gong did not refute, but was slightly disappointed. He knew that what Chen Guanlou said was right. An ordinary prince was not qualified for Emperor Jianshi to issue a general amnesty. "Lord Gong, don't be too anxious. There are many of you criminals. There are many people with connections. Someone must have secretly made efforts to clear your name sooner or later."
"I am afraid that as long as King Cheng is not destroyed, His Majesty's anger will not subside." "How long do you think King Cheng can hold on? Can he succeed?" Chen Guanlou asked casually. Lord Gong thought seriously and shook his head slowly, "It will definitely not work. The northwest is barren, although it has natural soil for rebellion. However, it is actually very unfavorable for King Cheng. When Guo Dachun and his people rebelled, they took the path of the poor people. When King Cheng rebelled, he took the path of local gentry. It was right for King Chu to take the path of gentry when he was making trouble in the south. King Cheng could not replicate King Chu's path in the northwest. It can't go down. It can't go up. It is in a mediocre position, relying on the old capital to support, it will definitely not last for a few years." "Lord Gong has a good idea!" Chen Guanlou praised, "Then you should wait patiently for a few years. After a few years, after King Cheng is destroyed, you unlucky guys will definitely be able to get out." Lord Gong didn't know whether to laugh or cry for a while, "After a few years, I will be so old. I am afraid that I want to recover, but I am powerless, and the court will also despise my old age. Alas..." Lord Gong was full of sadness. He still wanted to continue to shine in his official career, but the court didn't give him a chance. He didn't even have a chance to quibble... to defend himself, and he felt wronged. "If you can't be reinstated, you can use the connections you have accumulated in the past to support your children and grandchildren. This is how your official families operate. It's good for you to be an old man." Lord Gong: ... He didn't want to talk. He was afraid of being pissed off by Chen Guanlou's mouth. Chen Guanlou smiled and said, "You are all a bunch of official fanatics, and you want to die if you don't become an official. Ordinary people, who haven't even touched the edge of an official for several lifetimes, must be angry to death. You are just greedy, and you want everything. How about letting you go to the B-shaped prison to feel the darkness of the prison? Then you will know how good your situation is now." Mr. Gong bowed his hands and said seriously, "Chen Yucheng, please don't laugh at me. I am just a layman. It is normal for me to have more desires. Since I was young, I have been determined to pursue a career in politics. After decades of practice, it has become my body's instinct. How can I let go of it? The reason why people are human is because of greed. Without greed, just for food and clothing, what is the difference between people and animals?" "Mr. Gong, you should write a book. Write down your theory of greed. Although it doesn't sound good, it is indeed a truth, a great truth for studying human nature. Let more people know, don't shout slogans, don't talk about high-sounding things, face the ugliness in your heart." Chen Guanlou made a sincere suggestion. Although he couldn't stand the pretentiousness of the criminals, he admired the knowledge of these people from the bottom of his heart. The knowledge is real, and the ugliness of human hearts is also real. Lord Gong shook his head repeatedly, "Reputation during life and after death. Although I can face my ugly heart and greed, I cannot write these remarks in a book and be criticized by future generations, which will ruin my reputation." "Either leave a name in history or be infamous for eternity. Although the viewpoint is ugly and unpleasant, it will definitely make you leave a resounding reputation in the literati. As long as you can leave a name, it doesn't matter whether it is stinky or fragrant, you say. It is much better than being unknown." "No, no! People will poke my back and harm future generations. Chen Yucheng, please don't harm me." Lord Gong refused repeatedly and refused to listen to the other party's tricks. If you want to leave a name, it can only be fragrant. Leaving a bad name for eternity is mostly forced, how can you take the initiative. It's just nonsense.