The Transmigrated Life of a Salty Fish Family

Another song has ended, its lingering melody still resonating.

Yan Yu said she wanted to see the pipa played backwards, and Pan Zheng immediately requested it. Yan Yu even whispered that it would be nice if it could be played faster, and as the older brother, he had to oblige.

The tune was originally cheerful, but as the tempo quickened, the drumbeats caught up, creating an exhilarating rhythm like a torrential downpour.

The atmosphere immediately became lively.

Pan Zheng danced and spun around on the ground.

I enjoyed two more small treats.

Not to be outdone, the other private rooms threw all sorts of flowers onto the stage and poured baskets of coins onto it.

They shouted auspicious words in different ways.

The madam of the brothel timely served each private room fruit drinks with ice, winning over the young men who seemed to have gotten a great deal, their thanks even louder than their previous cheers.

Yan Yu had just joined in the cheering and applause, and since she was thirsty, this iced drink came at just the right time. She gulped it down, and even the strands of hair felt refreshed.

"Brother Zheng, Runrun." Yan Yu handed it to Pan Zheng.

Pan Zheng also drank it down in one gulp before he felt the heat on his head and face dissipate a little.

At this moment, the young lady on stage who was expressing her gratitude suddenly made a mistake.

Today, I was probably too quick to express my gratitude to Master Pan, and without realizing it, I referred to Master Peng's favor as Master Pan's. That young master Peng, being rather sour, started to hold a grudge.

Pan Zheng clung to the railing, peering into the room next to it.

"Brother Peng, that's enough. You've already offended your wife with a slip of the tongue. Don't you feel ashamed? If you keep giving her more rewards, the ladies will call out to you a couple of times. Everyone will join in the fun. We're all happy today, so don't spoil the mood."

"I certainly can't compare to you, Young Master Pan, in your chivalry and tenderness towards women. And our manor is nowhere near as wealthy and powerful as the Duke's manor, which has won battles and is now bringing back mountains of gold and silver!"

Yan Yu suddenly turned her head, slowly stood up, and squinted at the person in question.

The young nobleman whom Pan Zheng called Brother Peng was clearly drunk; his face and eyes were red, his voice was sarcastic, and his eyes were fixed on something filled with resentment.

Pan Zheng glanced back at his younger brother and, seeing her stand up, said very calmly, "It's nothing. We had a little conflict before, and she's holding a grudge against me."

He pushed open the door and went out, but halfway there he turned back and said, "Waiter, you stay here. I'll go and talk to him."

Hearing him say that, Yan Yu didn't follow, but kept her eyes fixed on him.

Pan Zheng kicked open the door to the private room and stormed in, yelling, "You think you can mess with me?!"

Pan Zheng first pinned Peng Si down and hit him. Peng Si struggled and fought back, and the two quickly rolled around in a heap.

Yan Yu was stunned for a moment.

What's wrong? You couldn't even maintain that composed, dignified image from just now?

That's probably how the term "bastard" came about.

Seriously, they'll start fighting at the drop of a hat.

She probably understood why her older brother told her to stay put.

If she reaches out, it's either death or certain death.

Yan Yu glanced around and called out, "Brother Da Long, go keep an eye on things and make sure our big brother doesn't get taken advantage of."

Wang Dalong is steady and also a skilled fighter.

Wang Dalong has gone.

A moment later, Wang Dalong joined the battle.

The two-player battle evolved into a multi-player battle.

Since he dared to challenge Pan Zheng, he must have some status; in other words, he must be someone who can call out "my father so-and-so" or "my grandfather so-and-so."

As the number of participants increased, the battlefield expanded and spread outwards.

The sounds of banging and clanging continued.

The women turned pale and stumbled to avoid the attack.

The brothel madam didn't even dare to go upstairs. She only dared to stay in the middle of the stairs, clinging tightly to the handrail, and pleading loudly: "Young Master Pan, please stop! Oh, Fourth Master Peng, please stop! Gentlemen, please help persuade them to stop fighting! Please stop!"

The VIPs in the private room were all watching the spectacle, some laughing, some clapping. The more fiercely the fight between the men surnamed Pan and Peng went, the happier they were to watch.

When important people go out, they are always accompanied by a large number of people who block their doors tightly to prevent the Pan and Peng families from accidentally breaking in.

There were also cheers, shouts of praise, and throwing silver coins out. The crowd downstairs cheered and shouted, even more enthusiastically than when they watched the flower girl's performance.

The food and snacks that were thrown down were broken beyond recognition, but the wine jug was resistant to breakage; someone picked it up and was able to pour out a few mouthfuls.

Two or three drunkards were smacking their glasses, shaking their heads and swaying their bodies as they enjoyed themselves.

A hiccup rose in his throat, and with his eyes glazed over, he shouted, "Good wine, really good wine!"

Some tried to slip away in the chaos, but were snorted back by the brothel thugs glaring at them from the doorway.

He muttered sheepishly, "What are you humming about? If you're so capable, go and break up the fight! You only dare to use this little bit of skill on us..."

Aside from Yan Yu, everyone else on her side joined the battle.

That's Pan Zheng, their mutual elder brother.

These days, the feasting and drinking, showing them the prosperity of the capital, all paid for by the eldest brother.

If not now, when?

The moment these people entered the fray, the battle situation instantly turned one-sided.

How can a soldier who has been on the battlefield and seen blood be the same as these bullying servants?

Their combat capabilities are completely incomparable.

Even though these wealthy family servants all carried short sticks and were armed, their sticks were easily snatched away, and they were slashed back, howling in pain.

This big guy didn't use much force; he just hit it casually.

Pan Zheng won!

He was quite proud and pleased with himself.

He had someone pin Peng Si to the ground, and he stepped on the person's face with the sole of his foot.

With each thrust, Peng Si's half-face pressed against the ground was squeezed to the ground again and again.

"Do you submit? Do you submit? Do you submit?"

He asked the question, but he didn't actually pay attention to what Peng Si answered in a slurred and incoherent way.

I've had my fill.

Pan Zheng had someone release him, called Yan Yu over, and swaggered downstairs.

The imposing figure pointed to Peng Si's location.

"As for the losses in the building, we'll ask that guy surnamed Peng for them. If he doesn't acknowledge the money, just come to me, and I'll help him collect the debt."

This is also a long-standing, unspoken rule in their circle.

The winner takes all, gaining both face and substance, while the loser is compensated for all losses.

Nobody is allowed to go home and complain to their elders.

We lost this time, but we'll bring more people to get revenge next time.

After leaving the brothel, the swaggering Pan Zheng covered his eyes, groaning in pain.

"Hiss! That bastard really went all out, he actually hit me in the face. Luckily I didn't suffer any losses, I also left a shoe print on his face."

Yan Yu wanted to laugh, but she was struggling to hold it in.

From her professional perspective, there's a very vivid description for the fight between these two young men.

Novices pecking at each other.

But she has a very clear understanding of her own position.

"Big brother is amazing! He beat that guy so badly he couldn't even put up a fight!"

The chubby boy said with utmost sincerity, "If he hadn't cheated and faked a kick on you, you wouldn't have fallen for his trick and gotten your face slapped."

Pan Zheng: "Exactly, that kid is too cunning."

Yan Yu pretended to be angry and said, "I was furious! How dare he sneak up on my older brother! I really wanted to kick him and send him flying two miles away!"

Pan Zheng waved his hands repeatedly: "No, no, Brother Yan, it's enough that you have the intention. I know you well enough. With your strength, if you give that kid a good whack, I can go and perform the memorial service for him seven days later." (End of this chapter)