When Zhang Chu returned home, it was already the middle of the moon.

The lantern outside the door of Zhang's mansion was still lit, and the gate was not closed.

Before the carriage could stop, a thin figure was seen trotting out of the house.

Instinctively, he lowered his head and looked at himself through the dim glow of the lantern.

"It's fine!"

He breathed a sigh of relief, and secretly rejoiced that he had changed his clothes in the hall.

If you go home in that bloody clothes, I am afraid that the old lady will faint to death.

He jumped out of the carriage, greeted the Zhang who trotted out, and said with a forced smile: "Mother, it's so late, why haven't you rested yet?"

At night, the snow fell heavier, and goose-feather snowflakes fell on Zhang's gray hair, illuminating a sad gray glow under the dim halo of the lantern.

When he thought about it with his toes, he could think of how difficult it was for his mother to be at home in the past few hours.

Zhang pulled him, and checked twice in a panic, but found no blood, and finally breathed a long sigh of relief.

As if she was afraid that her son would be worried because of her worries, the old woman forced a smile, "You haven't eaten yet, have you? ”

She didn't ask what was going on.

She didn't ask Zhang Chu what he had done when he went out.

Because she couldn't help with anything, she could only try not to cause trouble for her son.

Zhang Chu nodded with a smile: "No, they are just thinking about our sausage!"

The big bear and the mule also nodded kindly: "I'm causing you trouble!"

Zhang brushed away the snowflakes on Zhang Chu's shoulders and said with a smile: "Hey, what's the trouble, come into the house, it's warm in the house!"

"Hey. ”

The three of them answered and walked into the hall.

There was a charcoal basin in the hall, and the whole room was warm.

As soon as the three of them sat down, Zhang asked his subordinates to make tea for them, serve soup and wash their hands and faces.

Zhang's Mansion, which fell silent as the night deepened, soon became lively.

It's like, only after Zhang Chu returns to the house, this huge mansion has the backbone, and it is no longer empty and cold.

Zhang Chu sat in the hall, watching the old lady Zhang Luo like a spinning top, and did not go up to help, but quietly enjoyed this moment of peace.

He never thought that the existence of the old lady was a burden.

He never felt that his mother's concern was a burden.

Because of her existence, he has a home in this world.

Home has never meant a house.

He remembered that there was such a sentence in his previous life.

Parents are here, and there is still a place to come in life.

When your parents go, there is only one way back in life.

For Zhang Chu, who is "unaccompanied" in the real sense, this sentence is very weighty.

......

The bereavement work is busy and heavy.

Of the eighty-seven brothers who died in battle, when each of them was buried in peace, Zhang Chu personally went to carry the coffin.

Eighty-seven families who lost their fathers and brothers, Zhang Chudu personally sent the bereavement silver taels to them.

Sixty-three seriously injured brothers, each of whom was treated, Zhang Chu personally inquired about it, and ran Zhang Luo medicinal materials from Jintianfu.

Sixty-three panicked families whose pillars collapsed, each of Zhang Chu personally carried New Year's goods to the door to condole.

It took him six days to get all the bereavement benefits in order.

In these six days.

Every time Zhang Chu twitched his nose, what he smelled was the pungent smell of burning ingots candles.

Every time I dream back at midnight, my ears are haunted by the grief and helpless cries of women and children.

Every time I close my eyes, I see faces that have lost their hands and feet and are desperate.

Nightmarish memories.

He didn't have to.

The hall master didn't do that, either.

Da Xiong, Li Gouzi, and Yu Er have always advised him not to do these thankless chores, and leave them to the eldest brothers to deal with themselves.

But Zhang Chu couldn't pass his own level.

Someone died.

Someone is crippled.

They didn't minus him.

He can't bear them!

Although there is not much he can do now.

We can only try our best to let the dead go a little more beautifully, let the living live a little better, and let the disabled rekindle the hope of life.

But ask for pitching to be worthy of your heart!

......

Zhang Chu didn't think about buying people's hearts with a bereavement pension.

But the human heart is made of flesh.

He's doing it.

The brothers of the Black Tiger Hall are watching.

On the first day, some people watched coldly, thinking that he was putting on a show.

The next day, some people privately talked about him as buying people's hearts.

On the third day, there were fewer people who watched and talked in private.

Even if it is for a show, even if it is to buy people's hearts, Zhang Chu has done an impeccable job.

Changing places, they think they can't do it to the extent of Zhang Chu.

When Zhang Chu had dealt with all the bereavement matters, the resentment caused by his acceptance of the Brotherhood and the Axe Gang into the Black Tiger Hall had almost been resolved.

The old people of the Black Tiger Hall began to put themselves in Zhang Chu's shoes to understand Zhang Chu's difficulties...... After they thought it through, they all had to admit that their own hall master really had no choice.

Including the gang members who had newly joined the Black Tiger Hall, they all agreed that Zhang Chu was a hall master worth following.

The hall masters, who can treat the dead and disabled brothers with heart, do not say to see them, and they have never even heard of them.

Zhang Chu is the first one!

The gang is a deformed group that acts under the banner of "righteousness", but acts more realistically, more coldly, and without a bottom line than normal people.

It is the most common and least surprising way of doing things.

People are dead, and those who still care about love and righteousness are heretics!

A heresy that makes one have to pay respect!

Because everyone hopes that if one day he is dead or disabled, this heretic will treat himself and his family like this.

In just six days, Zhang Chu's prestige in the Black Tiger Hall has climbed to an unprecedented height.

A former Black Tiger Hall Master Liu Wu could hardly look at the height of his back.

A height that makes a few ill-intentioned people despair.

......

Another eldest brother left the Black Tiger Hall happily.

Da Xiong looked at his boss in confusion, and asked hesitantly: "Master Chu, the Saddle Market is poor, but it is richer than Wutongli, you exchange all the land for them, so what should we do with our own people?"

The people in his mouth refer to the seven eldest brothers in the original Black Tiger Hall except for Li Gouzi, Yu Er, and Zhang Meng.

The we in his mouth refer to Li Gouzi, Yu Er, Zhang Meng, and the ten eldest brothers who were newly promoted by Zhang Chu.

Your own people are always oriented towards your own people.

"You think they're taking advantage of it?"

Zhang Chu buried his head, using Arabic numerals to calculate the account books of the crockpot market that Yu Er had just sent over, and sneered without raising his head: "You wait and see, there will be times when they cry!"

As soon as Da Xiong heard him say this, he was immediately relieved.

Also, when did your own boss ever make a loss-making deal?