Lao Zhang's family is now like a big canteen.

Zhang Chu, the big stomach king who eats in buckets, won't talk about it.

The nearly twenty orphans he put under the door were also in the time of growing their bodies, and each one could be made more than the other.

Coupled with Li Gouzi, as well as Zhang Chu's younger brothers who came to fight the autumn breeze twice in three days, every time they had a meal, the Zhang family prepared meals according to the amount of thirty servings.

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

In the narrow courtyard, there are not so many tables and benches, and when it is time to eat, it is all the eight immortals who cross the sea and show their powers.

Some eat while sitting on a grinding plate, and some eat while squatting in the corner......

There are also those who don't want Bilian to be like Li Gouzi, just stand at the door of the kitchen with a rice bowl and a door god, and Zhang's bring out a dish, and pull half a bowl into his bowl first.

In short, it's just hee-hee-ha, and there's no right ......

Zhang Chu doesn't care about them, his family is not a big lord, just a meal, there are not so many rules.

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

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

"Master Chu!"

At this time, Zhang Chuzheng and Li Gouzi were grabbing a chicken leg with great energy, and the three younger brothers who were second hand in the house came into the yard with a rectangular wooden box.

"Huh. ”

Li Gouzi turned his head and looked at the visitor in surprise, "Big Tiger, you don't close the stall in the cattle and sheep market, what are you doing here?"

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

Yu Er and his brothers were mainly responsible for running the business in various places, as well as maintaining the base camp site and the old street renovation site.

Li Gouzi and his brothers were in charge of cutting people, and wherever anyone made trouble, they carried knives.

This tacit understanding is largely due to the age and character of Yu Er and Li Gouzi.

The remaining two are middle-aged, and they have passed the grade of fierce competition, and they are not sharp enough, but they are more than calm.

Li Gouzi is just the opposite, young, it is the time when he dares to fight, he is more than sharp, and he is not calm enough.

They divide the work in this way, and each can do what he wants to do and likes to do.

This can also be regarded as Zhang Chu's kindness in repaying the two of them desperately blocking the knife for him that night.

The visitor pointed to the rectangular wooden box he was holding in his arms: "The Hundred Soldiers Pavilion sent this to our stall, saying that it was a weapon ordered by Chu Ye, and the second brother asked our brother to send it to Chu Ye." ”

Zhang Chu took advantage of Li Gouzi's conversation stall to put the chicken leg into his bowl, and then got up with a big sea bowl and said with a smile: "I haven't eaten yet, go and serve the rice yourself, eat some!"

"Xie Chuye!"

The three of them were as good as a stream, put the wooden box in front of Zhang Chu, and then went into the kitchen to serve the meal by themselves, without seeing anyone else.

In fact, Zhang Chu also knew that the younger brothers came to his house to fight the autumn breeze twice in three days, and they didn't really lack this meal.

It is a means for them to show closeness to themselves.

Sometimes Zhang Chu thinks about it carefully, and he also thinks it's quite strange.

Other bigwigs, which is not three days and two heads of the restaurant to sit, invite their younger brothers to eat and drink, lest they can't hold the hearts of the younger brothers.

When he got here, he became the little brothers who took turns to lick him, as if they were afraid that they would not be able to keep up with him, and they were afraid that he would not be able to remember himself if there were good things.

"I'm not afraid of comparing goods, I'm afraid of people comparing people!"

Thinking of this, Zhang Chu was still a little proud in his heart.

"Master Chu, what is this?"

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

Zhang Chu slapped his paws, "Look at it after eating!"

Li Gouzi retracted his paw in a daze: "Oh!"

......

The handle is eight inches long.

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

The net weight is five catties, four taels and three dollars.

The ebony sheath is wrapped in shark skin, and the blade is as deep as ink, with only a ray of snow at the blade.

There is no superfluous pattern decoration throughout the body, only the gauntlet, there is a touch of gilding, like the finishing touch, making the whole knife look more classical and deep.

Li Gouzi was about to drool when he saw it.

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

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

Li Gouzi touched the blade of the knife obsessively.

He didn't know what this knife meant, but the deep, condensed feeling it exuded alone had conquered him!

Men's preferences are sometimes as simple as that!

Zhang Chu got up, drew his knife and pulled a knife flower, "Tang knife, also known as horizontal knife!"

He has been holding two pseudo-horizontal knives for half a month, and as soon as the knife is in his hands, he has the feeling of taking root in the flesh, like siblings.

On a whim, he strode into the courtyard with a knife, "Come out, accompany me to try the knife!"

As soon as the words fell, the children who surrounded him to watch the excitement poured out.

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

Li Gouzi and more than a dozen children, one of whom was holding a section of dry firewood in his hand, surrounded him.

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

"Come on!"

As soon as the words fell, Li Gouzi took the lead in throwing a piece of firewood at Zhang Chu.

Seeing this, Zhang Chu's figure did not retreat but advanced, and the Tang knife in his hand slashed down diagonally against the firewood.

"Smack!"

Arm-thick firewood is split from it.

"Come again!"

This time, the firewood that flew to him was no longer one, but four!

The sound of breaking the air was everywhere.

Zhang Chu's figure turned sharply in a square inch, and the Tang knife in his hand was fiercely chopping or chopping, cutting each section of wood in half, and none of them hit him.

"All here!"

The next moment, eight or nine sections of firewood flew towards him together.

As soon as the Tang knife turned, the knife was no longer as fierce as before, and became as light as a fallen leaf, as fast as a wind, picking or teasing, or blocking or snorting, sweeping away many firewood flying towards him.

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

Seeing this, Li Gouzi raised his leg and lifted it to a child who hit the firewood on Zhang Chu's body, and scolded: "Little bastard, you won't throw it a little off!"

The child who grew up on the street, his skin was tight, rubbed his kicked buttocks, and ran away with a grin.

Zhang Chu ignored Li Gouzi, happily erected the Tang knife, and carefully looked at the knife edge, only to see that the knife edge was complete and smooth, sharp as ever, and there was no gap.

One knife, two completely different knife moves, are extremely smooth, without half a jerky and reluctant feeling!

This is the weapon he wants!

"Bang Bang Bang ......"

At this moment, outside the fence courtyard, there was a sudden burst of applause, and someone praised: "Good knife!"

When Zhang Chu heard the sound and turned around, he saw five big men wearing the same style of dark color suits, with big shoulders and round waists, like five iron towers, standing outside the fence, and there was a premonition in his heart that "the comer is not good".