"Father, mother, Yu Rou, you all take good care of yourselves. There is a lot going on at the Yu Family Tea House, so be careful and you will be exhausted."
Both father and mother's eyes were red. They held his hand and repeatedly warned him with sincere words: "You must also take care of yourself. If you are bullied outside, you must remember to come home to us."
Yu Rou tightened the corners of his clothes from behind, choked with sobs for a while, and only uttered a simple sentence: "Brother, be careful and come back safely."
Fu Yunge touched his sister's head distressedly, and bowed slightly to his father and mother as a farewell.
Several servants handed the light packages that had just been hurriedly packed to the Fuyun singer. Fu Yunge looked around and saw the "daughter-in-law" again.
At this time, he suddenly felt sour in his heart, and guilt welled up in his heart. He slowly walked up to her and whispered softly: "I'm really...I'm sorry for making you suffer this kind of injustice for no reason."
The "daughter-in-law" shook her head, raised her face simply and sincerely and said word for word: "It doesn't matter, I am your wife, the Yu family's affairs are my business, and I will take care of your parents."
Fu Yunge felt guilty again, and he quickly said: "I...I don't know when I can...you...remarry as soon as possible."
Unexpectedly, the "daughter-in-law" refused to agree and still stubbornly insisted: "I won't. I will wait for you to come back as long as you go."
Fu Yunge's tongue was a little tangled, and he didn't know what to say. Although this girl was not destined to be with her, while he felt guilty in his heart, he also sincerely wished her to find her true happiness as soon as possible. After all, she was indeed a good girl.
After being escorted out of the door by everyone, Fu Yunge didn't want to stay any longer, so he quickly waved his hand to tell his family to go back, and he quickly ran to Dongfang Shiming's side.
There was a complex color in Dongfang Shiming's eyes that was difficult to detect, but it quickly disappeared, and the faint smile returned to Fu Yunge's apology. The two of them seized the time and rushed to Chaoyun Street where the master from Zuichen Township was.
There is a distance between the mouth of Liuzhi River where Yujia Tea House is located and Chaoyun Street Port, but there are convenient merchant ships ferrying back and forth along the river all year round. Chaoyun Street Port is a well-known trading place with waterways extending in all directions. Many merchants from all over the world come here to trade and it is very lively.
The most talked-about thing about Chaoyun Street is the large commercial building at the end of the street. The business hall has preserved the centuries-old auction tradition. Rumors of treasures and wealthy merchants are common, and there are many anecdotes.
Today in Chaoyun Street, everything is as lively as usual.
And in a tavern on the corner with a wide wine flag flying, an unkempt regular came strolling in as usual, ordered a pot of good wine and a few plates of side dishes by the window, and drank it comfortably there. Discretion.
The shopkeeper never knew the origin of this regular customer, nor did he know when he started drinking here every day, because this time was before he became the shopkeeper. But the shopkeeper has always been curious about him. Firstly, it is because of his personality of never talking too much and leaving immediately after drinking. Secondly, there is something about him that is indeed... a bit strange.
Thinking of this, the shopkeeper couldn't help but glance at the regular customer's face again.
It's so strange. He has always touched the face of a thirty-year-old man like this. In the ten years since he became the shopkeeper, his appearance has hardly changed, and it seems that he will not age at all.
The shopkeeper has been doing business in Chaoyun Street all year round, so he can be considered well-informed. He had also heard someone say that the masters at the top of the Three Worlds indeed had the ability to maintain their appearance forever and would not age easily. However, no matter how he looked at it or from any angle, he seemed to be the same as "those masters". "It doesn't quite fit in.
In any case, which master would spend all day doing nothing, wearing rags and drinking alcohol? Although he is young and not old, his appearance gives people the impression that he is just a new man collecting rags, and there is no aura of superiority at all.
The regular customer didn't seem to notice the shopkeeper's curious gaze at all, and was just minding his own business drinking and eating. From the corner of his eye, he glanced outside the door from time to time, or occasionally glanced at the guests who came in to buy drinks, but they were all indifferent eyes, as if everything around him had nothing to do with him.
After twisting the old clothes that had some threads in them, the regular customer weighed the wine bottle with his wine bottle and saw that there wasn't much wine left, so he waved to the waiter to get him a drink and take it away.
A wine gourd hung around his waist was used to hold the wine. It was huge and shiny, and a thin purple thread was tied to the mouth of the gourd bottle. I see this gourd waiter every day, and I see that he is closer than his biological father. Every time a regular customer will take a full gourd home to drink after finishing his drink.
Soon the waiter came out from the back holding the gourd and carefully placed the gourd filled with wine on the table in front of the regular customers. The regular customer calmly took out the drink money from his pocket and put it into the waiter's hand. He slowly poured the last bit of wine in the pot, raised the cup and sipped it carefully.
The waiter collected the money and turned around to return to the counter and hand it to the shopkeeper. At this moment, I suddenly heard a sharp sound of fighting and roaring coming from across the street, accompanied by the vibration of broken utensils, and the crying of children and women. Apparently something happened outside.
All the customers at several tables in the store heard it and looked outside the windows to see what happened. The waiter couldn't help but be curious. He ran to the door and grabbed the door frame and stretched his head to take a look. Only the regular customer was still drinking calmly, raising his head and pouring the last drop of wine from the cup down his throat.
At this time, across the street, a shop that had also been operating for a long time was suffering from an unnecessary disaster.
I saw a few burly men breaking into their store and vandalizing them for no reason. The customers and waiters were frightened and fled like birds. The old shopkeeper, who was nearly sixty years old, tried to reason with them, but was slapped to the ground by one of the big men. He spit out a mouthful of blood and lay on the ground struggling.
In an instant, the counter broke, the merchandise collapsed, and the originally neat store was smashed to pieces by the troublemakers.
Seeing that the damage was almost done, the leading man straightened up his broad shoulders and looked arrogant. He walked to the door in a few steps and shouted at the top of his voice: "Brothers want to wash their hands in a golden basin. Doing business here requires this." There are ten shops nearby. I advise all bosses and shopkeepers to get out of here as soon as possible, otherwise, you will be like this person and accept our 'souvenirs'!"
This big man's voice was like a bell, and several nearby stores had already poked their heads over to see what was going on, so these words were heard very clearly.
The face of the tavern owner suddenly changed color, and the guests at several tables were no longer interested in drinking. Some wanted to get up and leave but were worried about getting into trouble, and some looked at the owner with expressions of sympathy and helplessness. The regular was about to stand up, but after hearing this, he slowly sat back down holding on to the table, with an unpredictable look in his eyes.
The waiter was so frightened at the door that his legs were stiff and cold sweat broke out on his forehead. He wanted to move back quietly, but his body was too weak to move because of fear. His hands were clasped tightly on the door frame, and his teeth were trembling a little.
The tavern was next to the damaged shop, just across the street. The waiter huddled at the door, and the big men saw him at a glance.
The leader, perhaps not having enough fun with his majesty, took two steps toward the waiter, shouted with a fierce look in his eyes: "You, are you the shopkeeper of this store?"
The waiter was already extremely frightened, but when he was so frightened by his glare, he didn't even dare to breathe, and muttered: "I...I..."
The big man didn't care, he reached down and pinched the back of the waiter's neck, lifted him up like a puppy, opened his eyes wide, and shouted: "I'm asking you! Are you from this family?" The shopkeeper?"
The waiter suddenly felt a sharp pain in the back of his neck. His face was pale, he waved his hands in fear, and said tremblingly: "I...I'm not..."
"No?!" Veins popped up under the black cloth on the big man's forehead. Instead of being angry, he smiled: "...then do you know what the consequences will be if you waste my precious time?"
The waiter shivered and hummed weakly: "No, I don't know..."
Unexpectedly, a sharp and loud "pop" sound was heard throughout the store. Then he saw that the waiter had fallen to the ground, covering his right face in pain, with a red palm print on his face.
"Humph," the big man glanced at him contemptuously, "then mind your own business!"
Seeing that his waiter was injured for no reason and that he was also threatened, the shopkeeper couldn't help being shocked and angry. But this big man, who is taller than he knows, must be incapable of being beaten, and can only be defeated... I don't know why, thinking of this, the shopkeeper's eyes unconsciously glanced at the regular customers, as if he really is "that kind of expert", although it's unlikely...
However, the regulars slowly and silently raised themselves from their seats at this time.
Seeing that there was someone who was not afraid of death, the big man's attention was instantly locked on him. But when the big man saw him for the first time, he couldn't help but sneer in his heart. With his shabby clothes and shabby appearance, it was basically certain that he was a simple lunatic.
But he still raised his head arrogantly and asked: "You, what do you do?"
The regular customer lowered his head lazily and said, "...I'm not the shopkeeper."
Seeing that this lunatic despised him like this, the big man felt angry again. He clenched his fists, strode towards the regulars, and said with a ferocious smile: "Nonsense! You are such a rag, I will look at you..."
"...I...just came here to drink."
