"How is the formation of the Bloody Clothes Team going?"

Zhang Chu asked casually.

Big Bear looked confused and said hesitantly: "We haven't replenished the manpower yet."

Zhang Chu glanced at him and said, "Why, brother doesn't support your work?"

According to his request, the members of the Bloody Clothes Team must all be selected from the old people of the Black Tiger Hall. This requires the full support of the twenty elder brothers in the hall, otherwise Daxiong will not be able to carry out his work.

Daxiong nodded: "It's quite supportive...but this time too many brothers were lost, and the manpower under the big brother's hands is also stretched."

Zhang Chu closed the account book and gently rubbed his sore temples: "If you can't gather thirty people at once, just pick twenty people to pull up the rack!"

Daxiong thought for a while and insisted: "If you give me a little more time, I can gather thirty people!"

He wanted to do this well, so Zhang Chu certainly had no reason to stop him.

He picked up the tea bowl, slowly tapped the lid, and said, "Then let me give you some advice."

Big Bear clasped his fists: "Please show me."

Zhang Chu thought as he said: "First, the brothers who join the Bloody Team should not be too old. It is best if they are between eighteen and twenty-three years old. Brothers of this age group still have time to practice martial arts."

To be precise, brothers of this age group still have time to practice martial arts with his support.

If you don’t use the golden finger, it will be struck by lightning!

Daxiong thought it made sense and nodded to write it down.

"Second, it's best to choose brothers who are stronger. According to my idea, after the Bloody Team is formed, I will buy a suit of armor for each of you. Once you have the armor to protect yourself, you will go to war with other gangs. Your casualties will also be small.

It can be smaller."

"Of course, the premise of these two points is that people must be reliable. If they are not reliable, no matter how good their qualifications are, they will never be able to join the Blood Team."

The Blood Knife Team and the Blood Clothes Team have always been Zhang Chu's two trump cards.

In the past, although the two teams had one offense and one defense, the division of functions was not very clear.

The Blood Knife Team is also guarding Zhang Mansion.

The blood-coated team is also out to kill people.

Zhang Chu now wants to take the opportunity of this reorganization to completely divide the functions of the two teams and build them into the sharpest spear and strongest shield of Black Tiger Hall!

Big Bear nodded thoughtfully: "I understand what to do!"

Zhang Chu asked again: "How is the situation over there with the mule?"

Daxiong shook his head: "I don't know, my subordinates haven't seen him for several days."

Zhang Chudao: "Call him here and let me ask!"

Big Bear handed over his hand, turned around and went out.

Not long after he left, a member of the gang on duty quickly walked into the lobby, clasped his fists and bent down and said: "Hall master, there is someone outside the door asking to see you!"

Zhang Chu: "Who is coming?"

"This person calls himself Taoist Baihua!"

"Taoist Baihua?"

Zhang Chu's eyes flickered, and he chuckled and said to himself: "You can still keep your composure!"

"Invite him in!"

"Yes, Hall Master!"

…

The Baihua Taoist, who was dressed in white as snow, had a tall crown, and fluttering sleeves, walked into the lobby. From a distance, he raised his hands and said loudly: "Congratulations to Hall Master Zhang, your power has increased greatly, and your reputation is well-known in the west of the city!"

His attitude was much warmer than the last time he saw Zhang Chu.

Zhang Chu smiled lightly and stretched out his hand: "Sir, I'm very complimentary. Please sit down!"

"Come here, serve tea!"

Not long after, a helper came in with a cup of tea and gave it to Taoist Baihua. When they went out, they even closed the door behind them.

Only Zhang Chu and Taoist Baihua were left in the hall.

Zhang Chu picked up the tea bowl and said, "I haven't seen you for a few days. How are you doing, sir?"

Taoist Baihua picked up the tea bowl and replied: "Thanks to Hall Master Zhang, everything is fine!"

Zhang Chu smiled and said: "It's been snowing heavily in Jintian Mansion these days, and it's so cold that people don't even want to go out. Are you still used to it, sir?"

Baihua Taoist: "Fortunately, Xiaodao has been used to the hard life in the mountains since he was a child, so he can withstand the cold weather and cold weather."

"In the mountains?"

Zhang Chu looked like he was talking enthusiastically, "How do you spend the winter in the mountains? Do you also rely on charcoal pots? Are there any silly roe deers there?"

He chatted endlessly, but had no intention of getting to the point.

Taoist Baihua couldn't sit still.

It’s not that his ability to nourish qi is not as good as Zhang Chu’s.

But he came today to seek help from Zhang Chu.

Zhang Chu took the initiative.

"Ahem..."

He pretended to cough twice and cut to the point: "To be honest with Hall Master Zhang, Xiaodao came to see Master Zhang Chu this time because he actually has something to discuss with Hall Master Zhang!"

"oh?"

Zhang Chu sneered in his heart, but there was a hint of interest on his face: "What's the matter, sir? Just tell me."

Ever since he checked Wutong and dug out this big fish, Zhang Chu had not taken the initiative to contact them.

Because he was sure that this group of desperadoes must have something very important to do when they sneaked into Jintian Mansion... They couldn't risk beheading their heads to travel to Jintian Mansion, right?

Whenever they want to do something, they will definitely turn to him.

Because he is the local snake!

Anyway, he can afford to wait.

He needs an escape route, but he doesn't have to use it now. He can afford to wait.

And this group of desperadoes, every time they stay in today's mansion, they will be in more danger, and they can't afford it!

"To be honest..."

Taoist Baihua secretly observed Zhang Chu's expression and whispered: "We are in urgent need of a batch of food and would like to ask Hall Master Zhang to come forward and purchase it on our behalf!"

"food?"

Zhang Chu frowned slightly, his heart suddenly turning.

It’s no surprise that we need food!

What's strange is why he was asked to come forward and purchase it on his behalf.

He carefully recalled Dali's grain trading policy.

There are no grain merchants in Dali. The grain stores are all government-run. Each prefecture and county has a grain officer who is responsible for collecting and selling grain.

But as far as Zhang Chu knows, the grain store will not interfere with the transaction of loose grains under fifty pounds. As long as you are willing to pay, the grain store will sell it to you.

Once the quantity available for purchase exceeds 100 kilograms, the grain store will conduct an inventory of the purpose of the grain.

This is not the kind of investigation that is based on words and evidence.

Instead, they need to check household registration, investigate backgrounds, and even conduct physical inspections if the number is large enough.

This point is implemented very strictly in all prefectures and counties in Dali!

The purpose is to start with food and completely eliminate the possibility of rebellion.

There is a saying that before the three armies move, food and grass go first.

If there is no food, how can we recruit soldiers?

Without food, how can we make chicken feathers?

"Put an end to rebellion?"

Thinking of this, Zhang Chu's heart suddenly became excited and he secretly said, "F*ck!"

This group of people are not fucking rebels, right?

It’s not impossible!

Wasn't Shuibo Liangshan developed by a group of tattooed desperadoes?

I'm a fool, I just want to join the gang, I don't want to rebel!

For a moment, Zhang Chu actually had the urge to throw a cup as a signal and summon the left and right to capture Taoist Baihua and send him to the county government.

This is a fucking rebellion!

No matter in any world or in any dynasty, it is the crime with the heaviest punishment!

The kind of household registration book that one dies with!
Chapter completed!