Old Zhang's house is now like a big canteen.

Not to mention Zhang Chu, a big eater who eats by the bucket.

The nearly twenty orphans he took under his wing were also at the time when they were growing up, and each one was more capable than the last.

In addition to Li Gouzi and Zhang Chu's younger brothers who come here every two days to catch the autumn breeze, Zhang prepares meals according to the amount of food for thirty people every time.

She couldn't do it alone, so she invited several women around to help her cook.

The small courtyard cannot accommodate so many tables and benches. When it's time to eat, the Eight Immortals cross the sea and show off their magical powers.

Some sit on the millstone and eat, some squat in the corner and eat...

And don't be like a plum dog, just stand at the door of the kitchen like a door god with your rice bowl. When Mrs. Zhang brings out a dish, she first scoops half of the bowl into her own bowl.

All in all, it’s just laughing and joking, nothing serious...

Zhang Chu didn't care about them. His family wasn't a wealthy family. They just had a meal and didn't have so many rules.

And it’s good to eat like this, festive, lively and appetizing.

He can eat five or six more steamed buns every meal!

"Master Chu!"

Zhang Chuzheng and Li Gouzi were in the middle of fighting over a chicken drum when three remaining men came into the yard carrying a rectangular wooden box.

"Huh."

Li Gouzi turned around and looked at the visitor in surprise, "Dahu, if you are not closing the stall at the cattle and sheep market, what are you doing here?"

Zhang Chu now has a bigger job and more people. Although the specific division of labor has not been clearly defined, under Zhang Chu's subtle guidance, Li Gouzi and Yu Er have formed a certain tacit understanding.

Yu Er and his brothers are mainly responsible for running businesses in various places, as well as maintaining the base camp construction site and the old street reconstruction construction site.

Li Gouzi and his brothers were responsible for killing people. Wherever someone caused trouble, they would come with knives.

This tacit understanding is largely due to the ages and personalities of Yu Er and Li Gouzi.

The remaining two are middle-aged and have passed the age of competitiveness. They are lacking in energy and more than in composure.

Li Gouzi is just the opposite. When he is young, he is the time to dare to fight and fight hard. He has more than enough energy but not enough composure.

With this division of labor, each of them can do what they want and like to do.

This can be regarded as Zhang Chu's repayment of the kindness of the two of them who fought to the death to shield him from the knife that night.

The visitor pointed to the rectangular wooden box in his arms: "Baibing Pavilion sent this to our stall and said it was the weapon ordered by Master Chu. The second brother asked our three brothers to deliver it to Master Chu."

Zhang Chu took advantage of the moment when Li Gouzi was talking and put the chicken legs into his bowl. Then he stood up with a big bowl and said with a smile: "You haven't eaten yet, go and serve yourself some food!"

"Thank you Master Chu!"

The three of them followed suit, placed the wooden box in front of Zhang Chu, and then went into the kitchen to serve the meal themselves, without taking anyone else with them.

In fact, Zhang Chu also knew that the boys came to his house every two days to enjoy the autumn breeze, so they did not really lack this meal.

This is a way for them to express closeness to themselves.

Sometimes Zhang Chu thinks about this matter carefully and finds it quite strange.

Among the other big bosses, who wouldn’t sit in a restaurant every two days, treating their subordinates to food and drinks, for fear that they might not be able to win their hearts?

Why, when we got here, the younger brothers took turns licking him, as if they were afraid that they wouldn't be able to keep up with him, or that he wouldn't be able to remember him if something good happened.

“If you’re not afraid of comparing goods, you’re afraid of comparing yourself to others!”

Thinking about this, Zhang Chu felt somewhat proud.

"Master Chu, what is this?"

Li Gouzi stretched out his greasy paws and curiously touched the rectangular wooden box.

Zhang Chu slapped his paws away, "You'll see after eating!"

Li Gouzi retracted his paws nonchalantly: "Oh!"

…

The handle of the knife is eight inches long.

The knife is three feet four inches long and two and a half fingers wide.

The net weight is five kilograms, four taels and three cents.

The scabbard is made of ebony wood, and the handle is wrapped in shark skin. The blade is as dark as ink, with only a ray of snow remaining on the blade.

There is no extra pattern decoration on the whole body, only the hand guard has a touch of gilding, which is like a finishing touch, making the whole knife look more classic and profound.

Li Gouzi's mouth almost watered when he saw it.

Zhang Chu also couldn't put it down: "What a knife! What a knife!"

"Master Chu, what kind of knife is this!"

Li Gouzi touched the blade of the knife obsessively.

He didn't know the meaning of this knife, but just by the deep and condensed feeling exuded by this knife, he was conquered!

Men’s preferences are sometimes that simple!

Zhang Chu stood up, drew his sword and made a sword, "Tang Dao, also known as Heng Dao!"

He has been holding two pseudo-horizontal knives on the knife stand for half a month. As soon as he took the knife into his hands, he felt like it was taking root in his flesh, like a limb.

On a whim, he strode into the yard with his knife in hand, "Come out and try the knife with me!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the children who gathered around him to watch the excitement rushed out.

After a few breaths, Zhang Chu stood in the center of the courtyard holding a knife.

Li Gouzi and a dozen children, each holding a piece of dry wood in his hand, surrounded him.

Zhang Chu took a deep breath, held the handle of the knife with both hands, and held the knife at his side.

"bring it on!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Li Gouzi took the lead and threw a piece of firewood at Zhang Chu.

Upon seeing this, Zhang Chu advanced forward without retreating, and slashed down the wood with the Tang knife in his hand.

"Snapped!"

Firewood as thick as an arm was split from it.

"Come again!"

This time, the firewood flying towards him was no longer one, but four!

The sound of breaking the air was everywhere.

Zhang Chu's body turned sharply in a small area, and the Tang sword in his hand fiercely chopped or slashed, cutting each piece of wood in half, and none of them hit him.

"Come all!"

The next moment, eighty-nine sections of firewood flew toward him.

As soon as the Tang sword was turned, the sword lost its previous fierceness and became as light as fallen leaves and as fast as the strong wind. It could pick, tease, block or bite, sweeping away the numerous firewood flying towards it.

In the end, only two or three logs of firewood hit him.

Seeing this, Li Gouzi raised his leg and kicked a child who hit Zhang Chu with firewood, and cursed: "You little bastard, you don't know how to throw it a little bit wrong!"

The kid who grew up hanging out on the street, with a tight skin, rubbed his butt that had been kicked, and ran away laughing.

Zhang Chu ignored Li Gouzi and happily raised the Tang knife. He looked at the blade carefully and saw that the blade was completely smooth and sharp as before, without any chip.

One knife, two completely different knife moves, both are extremely smooth, without any feeling of being jerky or forced!

This is the weapon he wants!

"Pa bang bang..."

At this moment, there was a burst of applause outside the fence courtyard, and someone praised it: "What a knife!"
Chapter completed!