Taibai Mansion.

"Cooking cakes, cooking cakes..."

"Selling candied haws, candied haws..." "Master, come quickly..."

Zhang Chu sat alone in the empty lobby of an inn, plucking the teacup with his fingertips with his one hand and holding his chin with the other looking at the various things outside the window.

Although the market is noisy and tacky, it is better than life and down-to-earth.

It is enough to dilute the evil spirit condensed by war and some unrealistic fantasies.

Good iron must be reverse heated, repeatedly forged and quenched to precipitate sufficient rigidity and toughness.

Sun Sier led a large number of brothers into the lobby. "The leader of the gang, the cash bank of the silver bank needed time to dispatch, and only 50,000 taels were collected."

"Dong, dun, dun."

Large iron boxes lined up in the lobby.

Zhang Chu turned his head and the men standing around these large iron boxes immediately opened the boxes, revealing boxes of silver ingots of different sizes and shapes.

With so much money, I didn't even say that I could cover the inn gate without saying that I could kill me. It was exposed in broad daylight.

It seemed that I could smell the smell of silver. In a few blink of an eye, a large number of pedestrians attracted a lot of pedestrians, rushing to the door, snatching the door, stretching their necks and looking into the lobby... It's not that they don't want to

When they entered the inn, they had two bright steel knives and two grim faces that made them afraid to stretch their feet into the lobby.

The suppressed screams and the sound of swallowing spits sounded in one piece.

The greedy eyes seemed to heat up the lobby several degrees.

Their reactions made Zhang Chu's unmoved heart more and more obvious, like a mirror lake.

He withdrew his gaze and said lightly: "It's good to send 50,000 taels today and 50,000 taels tomorrow. They can play for a little longer."

"Yes, the leader...then the subordinates are going to do things now."

Sun Sier bowed and said.

Zhang Chu glanced at him, "Go to the branch to find the two branch owners of Qingyetang and Hoututang to accompany him, so don't be quarrel."

Sun Sier didn't think his gang leader was hitting him, and he laughed "hehe" and said, "You don't believe anyone who wants to defile me this little bit of scattered silver!"

Zhang Chu let out a "huff" with unknown meaning, his body slowly leaned back, leaned back on the back of the chair, looked at the floor above, and said lightly: "You have to spend more time on the past two days, take care of your brothers and play.

Yes, don't make me angry or resentful."

He said it lightly, but Sun Sier suddenly felt a sudden stern.

He is an old man who followed Zhang Chu and started his career in Heihu Hall.

He knew the rules of his gang leader.

I also know that the eyes of my gang leader do not rub the sand.

He quickly bowed to the end: "Yes, the leader of the gang, the subordinates can save it."

Zhang Chu waved his hand.

Sun Sier turned around and waved his hand. A large number of Red Flower Collect brothers who followed him carried a tin box and followed him out. No one took the large group of ordinary people crowded at the door seriously.

This is Taibai Mansion.

It is their Taipinghui territory.

Zhang Chu collapsed on the chair, staring at the floor on the top with a dull look, and no one knew what he was thinking.

The guard leader Da Liu came up and saw him like this, whispered: "Gang leader, county magistrate Kou Yuanko sent a post and invited you to visit the house at the banquet at the time of You."

Zhang Chu didn't move, and seemed to have heard nothing he said.

Liu stood beside him respectfully, without saying a word.

It took him a long time to hear his gang leader say, "You go there in person and reply to Lord Kou for me. Zhang occasionally felt cold and was unwell and could not accompany him. Please forgive me for your crime."

"Yes, gang leader."

Da Liu bowed and left the lobby.

Zhang Chu just collapsed on the chair.

Like a sculpture without popularity.

The bustling market outside the window is out of place.

The autumn sun moves westward.

The crowded crowds in the market gradually dissipated.

But Zhang Chu seemed to have finally returned to his soul.

He stood up and walked out without sending a single message.

Seeing this, Liu, who had returned, waved his hand and dozens of sword-bearing men rushed out of the seemingly empty lobby.

...

Worked at sunrise.

Sunset rests.

The sun sets, and the waning moon hangs high in the sky.

There are already very few pedestrians passing by on the street, and most of the shops and shops on both sides are closed.

Following the vague memories, Zhang Chu turned a few streets and saw a pair of dim lanterns hanging outside a roadside stall.

There are no diners in the street stalls.

But there were still a trace of heat coming from the two big pots.

A single-armed figure with a slightly hunched figure sat alone under the lantern, holding a long dry tobacco pole smoking, and the misty smoke slowly lingered under the smoke.

Zhang Chu couldn't help but take two steps.

"Boss, let's have two bowls of mixed soup."

He walked into the lantern, and his first smile appeared on his face when he entered the city.

When the middle-aged man with one-armed arm saw him, he also opened his mouth and showed a simple smile.

"You sit down and come right away."

He got up, put away the tobacco rod in his hand, and turned it behind two large pots.

Zhang Chu walked into the stall and found a table to sit down.

Liu entered the street stall alone, rolled up his sleeves and walked to the chopping board, and wanted to attack the one-armed middle-aged man: "Second brother."

The one-armed middle-aged man looked at him, then looked at the dozens of burly men guarding outside the stall with his waist knife, and smiled and patted him on the shoulder: "Give more snacks."

Da Liu also smiled and nodded: "Second brother, I know."

Soon, two large bowls of steaming mixed soup were served in front of Zhang Chu.

Zhang Chu looked at him: "Drink two cups?"

"Just wait for your words."

The one-armed middle-aged man smiled and turned around and returned to the chopping board. He squatted down and took out two pots of wine from a wooden box under the chopping board. He was obviously prepared for it.

He placed two pots of wine on the table and turned around to get the wine glass.

He only has one hand.

It's a bit troublesome to do these trivial matters.

But Zhang Chu had no intention of helping him.

Liu wanted to help him, but he refused.

Zhang Chu picked up the tobacco pole that the one-armed middle-aged man placed on the table and looked at it: "When did you learn it?"

The one-armed middle-aged man sat opposite Zhang Chu and replied, "One day, I have to close the stall on weekdays, so I take a few bites to relieve my fatigue."

Zhang Chu wanted to say that smoking this thing is not good for his health, but he swallowed it back when he was at his mouth.

His arm was broken only after his thirties.

Incomplete limbs.

A huge loss of blood and energy.

I can't take care of my health...

In comparison, what is it to just smoke a few sips of dry tobacco?

He put down the tobacco pole, poured two wines, then lifted his glass and touched the one-armed middle-aged man, raised his head and drank it.

The one-armed middle-aged man picked up the wine glass and drank honey. He took several sips before drinking the wine in the glass, so beautiful that his eyes narrowed into a line.

"We took the Jintian Mansion back."

Zhang Chu put down his wine glass and said.

The one-armed middle-aged man nodded and said, "I heard that the eve of the Great Wall, the sound of the gongs of good news spread throughout Taibai Mansion."

"It's not interesting."

Zhang Chu smiled mockingly, and while lifting the wine pot to pour wine for himself, he shook his head and said, "There are no one in Jintian Mansion, and the west of the city, the Wutong and the cattle and sheep market, were burned into a fire.

The ruins, nothing was saved."

"All gone?"

The one-armed middle-aged man suddenly opened his eyes wide.

"Everything is gone!"

Zhang Chu strengthened his tone and repeated. "Yes, but it's gone, Jintian Mansion is still our home!"

The one-armed middle-aged man held on to the Tao.
Chapter completed!