The life of the Xianyu family through books

The round little man ran downstairs.

Use skillful movement to avoid dirt and grime on the ground.

It shot out like a cannonball.

The child's bright voice was sharp and thin, filled with a strong sense of murderous intent.

"None of them will escape!!"

Yan Jiajun's men followed almost simultaneously.

In an instant, half of the originally noisy lobby was empty.

"Mom, I want to go too." The little girl with her hair in pigtails sticking up in the air writhed and twisted as if she had maggots crawling all over her.

The mother glared and shouted, "Where are you going? Stay put!"

The women's eyes met, exchanging a silent message.

He would sometimes look at the innkeeper, who was stamping his feet and beating his chest, and sometimes at the half-eaten meal in front of him.

Until Yan Lao Er's figure appeared on the stairs, coming down from top to bottom.

The women felt as if they had found their pillar of support.

"Yan Er, no, Commander Yan!"

"What are you saying? This is such a waste of a perfectly good feast. Look at the manager, he's completely out of his mind."

"That's right, it's no big deal if we eat less, but look how much trouble we've caused this restaurant."

"How about we help tidy it up? People in the capital must be very pampered and have never done any farm work. These..." The woman pointed to the patches of dirt outside, carefully choosing her words, "They only smell a bit strong at first, but they'll be fine after a while."

The woman next to her seized the opportunity to say, "It's nothing, it's nothing. Come on, everyone lend a hand. Don't waste the rest of the baskets, let's take them with us."

Yan Lao Er understood immediately.

The key is in folding the basket.

It's very common for farmers to take a break from fertilizing to eat a meal.

They immediately discussed with the shopkeeper and borrowed a food basket and bowls.

The women rolled up their sleeves and got to work.

Some were fetching water, some were splashing water on the ground, and some were packing up their bags.

They smiled knowingly at each other.

It turns out that people in the capital are no different from these country bumpkins; if they can't win openly, they resort to secretly throwing their own excrement at others.

……

Yan Yu is a nimble fat man.

When chasing someone, they are fast and fierce.

He quickly overtook Pan Zheng and took the lead.

"Grandson, don't run!"

"You dogs of the Pan family, come and chase me!"

The two groups of people were running and shouting in the street.

The servants of both the Peng and Pan families were skilled in street fighting.

Using the terrain, they engaged in close combat, fighting and retreating simultaneously.

The former continuously created roadblocks to hinder the latter's pursuit.

The latter relentlessly pursued, closing the distance between them with all its might.

Wherever it went, chickens and dogs scattered in chaos.

Yan Yushun grabbed a broom from the side, waited for the right moment, and threw it out.

To avoid killing someone, she used very little force, really, very gently.

The two people hit by the broom seemed to have been pushed from behind, cried out in pain, and stumbled.

The Pan family members' eyes lit up, and they rushed forward with shouts, pinning the person down.

He landed a few solid punches.

The men from Xiao'an Camp caught up and picked up the short sticks the two men had dropped.

Without a second thought, he handed it over to Qi Da and Qi Si.

Although the Qi brothers lagged behind, they still managed to see the waiter throwing the broom because of their height.

Understand immediately.

As soon as he got his hands on the short stick, he charged forward with all his might.

Catching up with the Peng family, he used all his strength to throw the short stick.

Bang! Ah!
A short stick was thrown high and knocked down a lantern hanging in front of a shop, but coincidentally, it hit the head of a person running below.

A short stick struck the man squarely on the back.

Neither of them could run away; they were tackled and pinned down by the pursuers who were charging at them like they were on steroids.

Several men piled on top of each other, pressing the person down so firmly that his eyes rolled back in his head.

Soon the Peng family discovered that the people chasing them had changed.

This is clearly not the Pan family's style.

This group disregarded everything, blazing through renowned shops and businesses in the capital without even avoiding them. They continued their reckless advance into the inner city.

Especially that chubby little guy leading the way.

She somehow found a long pole, and with a few swift movements, she swept away the roadblocks they had kicked down. When the distance was right, she would thrust the pole at people, knocking them down one by one.

At this moment, Peng Si was nowhere near as arrogant as he was outside the Eight Treasures Restaurant.

He ran wildly as if a mad dog was chasing him.

He knew perfectly well that he wouldn't get the better of Pan Zheng if he confronted him head-on.

He'd be quite pleased to disgust him like this today, to make that brat Pan Zheng suffer!
Just thinking about Pan Zheng's furious expression gave Peng Si a burst of energy, and he took off running.

My house is right in front of me!

"Open the door! Open the door for me, quick!" Peng Si shouted off-key from a distance.

The servants protecting him also risked their lives to knock on the door.

The servant guarding the back door hurriedly opened it and deftly pushed the door panel all the way open.

"Fourth Young Master, please don't shout. Please come in quickly, and speak softly."

Peng Si didn't care about any of that; he was almost home, and he felt like he was back to normal.

Stepping through the back door felt like entering a safe house. Turning around, with a sweaty little face, he glared at the outside and said fiercely, "You fatso, go ahead and chase me! Come on in if you dare!"

Yan Yu's response was to sweep down the Peng family servant she had caught up with a single blow.

Then the wooden pole was lightly tapped on each of these people one by one.

They couldn't even climb through the door.

She kicked aside the Peng family servant who was blocking her way.

Imitating Peng Si's manner, he fiercely declared, "This is not over."

Peng Si was arrogant and domineering: "Hahaha! What can you do to me!"

Yan Yu didn't say anything, but took a few more steps closer.

Xiao Anying arrived one after another, and they all blocked the back door of the Peng family's house.

Looking at these people, Peng Si felt inexplicably uneasy, and his eyelids kept twitching.

He forcefully maintained his persona, arrogantly shouting, "Close the door! Close the door! Lock all these Pan family dogs outside!"

The Peng family closed the back door very quickly.

Yan Yu stood in front of the door, making no move to stop them from closing it.

He kept staring intently at Peng Si through the crack in the door.

Peng Si gritted his teeth inwardly. The fatso was so bloated that his eyes were almost invisible, yet he still glared!
At this moment, he had to admit that the group of people Pan Zheng brought back from the north were indeed different from the people in the capital.

The fat man looked at him as if he wanted to kill him.

Yes, that's right, there was a murderous aura.

Peng Si felt he had lost face and wanted to shout a few more words through the door to save face.

The servant who opened the door for him said urgently:
"Fourth Young Master, something has happened at the manor!"

"What's up?" he asked casually, while secretly preparing his bold statement that would scare the fat man outside the door to death.

"Sixth Young Master, Sixth Young Master, he..." The servant wiped the sweat from his forehead, "...disappeared."

"What?!" Peng Si didn't react immediately.

"What did you say? What happened to Xiao Liu?"

"Sixth Young Master is missing! Everyone in the manor is frantically searching for him. When Master summoned everyone to search the entire manor, he discovered that you had taken dozens of people with you and flew into a rage. Fourth Young Master, you'd better go back quickly."

Peng Si looked at the small number of people he had brought back.

My eyelids are twitching violently.

Xiao Liu has disappeared.

That's his mother's lifeline.

His only younger brother.

Xiao Wu was born weak and died when he was a little over six months old.

Several years later, they had their sixth child.

That was his family's most beloved child.

Even his aunt, a concubine in the palace, loved him dearly, showering him with gifts on every festival. His mother would often take him to the palace to pay his respects to his aunt, the concubine.

At this time, any noise he makes will anger his parents.

The key to success is to keep a low profile.

Peng Si was planning to sneak back to his own courtyard, change into clean clothes, and quickly join the search for Xiao Liu, pretending to be well-behaved.

Then I heard a loud knocking on the door.

No, to be precise, it was the sound of banging on the door.

Urgent and forceful.

It was as if they were testing the sturdiness of his door. (End of Chapter)