"My thief Cao is here, why don't you get out of here!"

The hundred red armored generals who led the way for Zhang Chu kept scolding in front, kicking and beating the soldiers of the city guards who were sitting under the arrows.

But even though Zhang Chu had already walked in front of these soldiers, they still looked lifeless.

Each of them had a bold capital letter on their faces: Whoever love is, it's the one who will be? Anyway, it's a death sooner or later...

The city guards and other Qiuba were registered military households in the county military department. When the Northern Barbarians entered the pass, everyone in Jintian Prefecture could escape, but they could not escape!

If the Jintian Mansion is broken, they will be the funeral of this ancient city.

Zhang Chu did not scold these city guard soldiers.

Because he knew that scolding was useless.

Except for life and death, everything is a trivial matter.

These Qiu Bas have no hope of living, so why are they afraid of him as an official?

He had a gloomy face and was in a very heavy mood to patrol the entire southern city gate.

If he didn't come and go there in person, he wouldn't know that the city guards had become so decayed.

The guard general died in battle, more than half of the middle-level officers were lost, and the lower-level soldiers were dead...

The huge South City Gate Tower, the soldiers on duty and soldiers on the turn of rest were less than 400 soldiers.

Zhang Chu was very suspicious that if the Northern Barbarians came to the city again, would these Qiu Bas directly offer the city to beg for life?

After thinking about it, he felt that it was very simple to change the current situation of the city guards.

Recruiting soldiers!

Recruiting generals!

As long as these Qiu Ba see the hope of guarding Jintian Mansion, they will naturally be excited.

If you can live, few people will want to die.

In addition, any painting cake can only treat symptoms but not root causes.

...

Zhang Chu walked in the dusk and returned home with great worries.

Uncle Fu and Xia Tao came out to greet him.

"Master (Young Master), you are back."

He glanced at the two of them and asked without thinking: "Where is my mother?"

As soon as he said that, he was stunned.

Uncle Fu and Xia Tao were also stunned.

Zhang Chu's face quickly dimmed.

Big Bear led the stone in, but he did not notice Zhang Chu's face: "Master Chu, how can I place this child?"

Shi Tou held the big yellow dog and looked around uneasy. His skinny body was tense and ready to rise up and escape.

Zhang Chu took a deep breath, suppressed the grief in his heart, reached out and pulled Shi Tou down, and introduced to Uncle Fu: "Uncle Fu, this kid is called Shi Tou, I have adopted son, and I will be equipped with all the equipment at home in the future.

According to the young master's supply... This child has some brain problems. Please pay more attention and don't let the servants in the mansion bully him."

After saying that, he squatted down, stroked the messy hair of the stone like a puppy, and said warmly: "This is your home in the future. Everyone in this family is your family. You can't hurt your family, do you understand?

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Shi Tou looked at him in a daze. After a while, he pulled his sleeve and said silly: "Hungry."

"Wang..."

The big yellow dog in his arms also screamed as if he was responding to him.

Zhang Chu forced a smile, got up and pushed him towards Uncle Fu: "Arrang someone to wash him and find a few clean clothes for him."

Uncle Fu and Xia Tao kept wandering between Zhang Chu and Shi Tou in confusion.

Zhang Chu likes to pick up orphans in the mansion, and everyone in the whole Zhang family knows it.

But who have ever recognized him as his adopted son?

Still a disabled child with an insane mind...

Could this be the illegitimate son of the master (young master) outside?

Not right.

This kid is so old.

Master (Young Master) can't be able to cause trouble to the big girl in her teens?

Uncle Fu reacted quickly, and soon smiled and took Shi Tou's hand, he said with a smile: "Young Master, the old servant will send you to wash."

He led the stone to walk in, but it seemed as if there were roots at the foot of the stone, and it didn't move at all.

He looked back at Zhang Chu.

It was not until Zhang Chu nodded that he obediently followed Uncle Fu to the bathhouse, holding his big yellow dog in his arms.

Although this child is not mentally sound, he still knows who treats him well and who treats him badly.

"Is your sister better today?"

Under Xia Tao's service, Zhang Chu took off his official clothes and changed into white casual clothes.

"It's better. At noon, I ate two eggs and half a bowl of millet porridge, and went out of the room to bask in the sun for a while."

Xia Tao whispered.

"It's good if it's better."

Zhang Chu walked into the living room and remembered someone again: "Where is Boss Wu?"

Xia Tao shook his head: "My uncle has not left the room today. At noon, people brought him food in. He didn't move a mouthful and just asked for a few pots of wine."

"Is that true?"

Zhang Chu sighed softly, "I'll see him go."

...

"Squeak."

Zhang Chu pushed open the room, and a strong smell of alcohol surged out.

He frowned and walked into the wing room, and saw two empty wine pots rolling on the ground.

The food on the dining table was really not moving.

Wu Qianyuan was wearing a wardrobe and sat on the pedals of the bed with disheveled hair, grabbing a pot of wine and drinking sips.

"Boss."

Zhang Chu called out softly.

"Second!"

Wu Qianyuan heard his voice, raised his drunken eyes and looked at him in a daze, then forced a smile and grabbed a pot of wine from his side, and signaled to him in a distance, "Come on, have some drinks with me."

Zhang Chu didn't tell him that he was still observing the mourning period and could not drink alcohol.

He walked over and took the wine handed over by Wu Qianyuan. He didn't bother him and sat next to him without even bothering him.

"Come on, let's go!"

Wu Qianyuan trembled and grabbed the wine pot and signaled to him.

"Bang."

Zhang Chu raised his head and drank it.

Strong enough.

Too bad enough.

It is best to use it to relieve sorrow.

If the two of them don’t have too many, just touch them, take a sip, touch them, and take a sip.

After a while, most of the pot of wine disappeared.

Wu Qianyuan threw away the empty wine pot in his hand, grabbed another wine pot and took a sip. Finally, he suddenly buried his head between his legs and started crying "whimper".

Zhang Chu did not persuade him and drank on his own.

Last night, Wu Qianyuan finished washing up very late, and he was wandering for many days and needed rest urgently, so Zhang Chu did not pull him to talk at night.

Zhang Chu only knew that Wu Qianyuan and a few loyal old servants quietly fled back from Yanqiu County.

He was chased by the ferocious cavalry of the Northern Barbarians along the way.

He was robbed by desperate refugees.
To be continued...