But fortunately, the south of the city is still the south of the city. There are not as many thieves as there are in the north of the city. They will not touch Han Yu's mustard seed ring casually. If he really gets it, he will regret it, and he will regret it so much that he will never dare to steal anything again.
The reason is also very simple. After all, no one believes that someone would put all kinds of sundries in a mustard ring. They can almost be considered worthless, because the things inside are all kinds of clothes, and even
Table, wine, meat, peanuts.
What's even more crazy is that there are erotic pictures, and even Han Yu himself doesn't know about the existence of this thing, because it can basically be described as disorganized. The location of this erotic picture is under the clothes in the upper left corner.
It's piled up. Han Yu might find it when he thinks of sorting it out.
But it seems that there may be someone more miserable than him. He is an out-and-out young master, but he belongs to a small family. His name is Peng Jiarong. After confessing his love to the goddess of his dreams, he was happily rejected.
And the conversation when he was rejected was heart-wrenching.
In short, he was as happy as watching the excitement as much as he was unhappy. Amidst the laughter of everyone, he walked into the tavern, sat down, and kept drinking, never noticing whether there was anyone around him.
This man is similar to those young men. He doesn't drink much, and the quality of the wine is a little bit different. His only problem is that he talks a lot. The word "talkative" seems to have been born for him. After drinking,
He started talking non-stop, and at first there were some other words, but later, he couldn't understand anything he said.
Coincidentally, when he started talking drunkenly, Han Yu woke up. At this time, Han Yu finally understood what kind of adjective "talkative" was, and he also had a desire to sew the mouth of the person in front of him.
idea.
"I'm telling you, I'm so good to her, but she doesn't see it at all. She looks at the pretty boy from the Li family every day and is a nymphomaniac. Tell me, how am I worse than him? Tell me!" Peng Jiarong
He said with a cry.
"No one of you is rich, no one is powerful, no one is as handsome as the parent, and no one is reserved. How do you think you are better than him?" Han Yu said unbearably. He really couldn't understand that this guy was fine.
What kind of bitter water is Ergan pouring on himself?
He was stunned for a moment, then continued: "Hey, friend, do you have money?"
"No." Although Han Yu didn't know what he wanted to do, he felt that this answer would be more beneficial to him.
However, contrary to expectations, the man was smarter than he thought: "Then you say I have no money? No matter how poor I am, I am richer than you, and no matter how powerful I am, I am more powerful than you! What qualifications do you have to say that I have no money?"
?I am the third young master of the Peng family! The person most likely to inherit the Peng family in the future!"
"Well, hehe." Han Yu's answer was simply disdain, and the tavern owner could hardly bear it. The word "hehe" can express countless meanings, and the simplest one is called disdain, which definitely belongs to the category of high-level.
Among them, people who hear "haha" usually have a very bad temper.
The third young master of the Peng family is no exception: "What do you mean? Haha what? Am I right?"
Listening to his trembling and somewhat inarticulate tone, Han Yu felt helpless. He really never expected to meet such a thing as soon as he woke up: "To be honest, it's best for you to be like this."
It's better to look at more pornographic pictures and then find a place where no one is around to masturbate. Your intelligence is really not suitable for going out, and you may die miserably."
With that said, Han Yu inserted the blade on the table and looked at the third young master Peng Jiarong coldly.
"You...you threatened me, let me tell you, do you know who my mother is? I think of the female knight-errant who shocked the world in Qianxi City back then! My mother just stabbed you to death!" He said, and then went to
He took a sip of wine in his mouth and said, "If you're done, my mother will beat you to a pulp and you will kneel on the ground and kowtow to admit your mistake!"
"You can try. If you hadn't exaggerated your mother, I think you might have been beaten when you got home." Han Yu told his guess without mercy.
Generally speaking, this is the reality. Knights and so on are more terrifying, especially female knights. They are first-class in disciplining children. They use sticks like those long knives. They can hit wherever they point and they can't even hide.
"No! It's impossible! My mother loves me the most! She will definitely avenge me! Just wait for me! Don't leave! I'll be back in a moment!" He shouted and staggered out.
Seeing him walking away, the shopkeeper couldn't help it anymore and laughed loudly.
Han Yu looked at the fat man helplessly and said, "Excuse me, I want to ask something."
"Hahahaha... you said... haha... you can ask whatever you want..." The fat man's voice was already trembling from laughter so much that he could hardly understand the original meaning.
"Pinch your leg and stop laughing first."
The fat man was so obedient that he pinched his thigh. When his leg hurt, he stopped smiling: "Ask me, I shouldn't laugh."
"How about you tell me who this grandson is first? I don't think what he said is very reliable." Han Yu blinked, his face filled with helplessness. "You know, I am a teacher, look.
People like this always want to educate themselves."
"Ha, listen to his nonsense," the shopkeeper said with a smile, "It turns out that there was indeed a Pang family, but it declined a few days ago, and they only have a shop left. The third young master is just a poor kid whose father is dead."
"Oh? Is it such an interesting thing?" Han Yu suddenly became interested. Generally speaking, down-and-out nobles are very interesting. Moreover, they are basically divided into two types. Those who become commoners with sad faces, and those who forget.
He can no longer remember the arrogance and domineering nature of a nobleman.
Of course, there are other situations, but they are not as numerous as these two. But obviously, the latter will be more tragic. This is very interesting, because Peng Jiarong definitely belongs to the latter, and he is also the one who makes the most jokes. Look
He looks like Kong Yiji who once had money.
The level of bad taste is no less than that of a person who brags every day and suddenly realizes that he really knows nothing.
"Isn't that true?" The fat shopkeeper laughed twice and continued, "This guy would be dead if he didn't have his mother. It's like this every time. When something doesn't go well with you, you drink. When you drink, you get drunk. When you're drunk, you get drunk.
He likes to be drunk and crazy, but no one can do anything about him."