The Farmer’s Eldest Daughter Has a Spatial Pocket

Gu Yundong was thinking about who this person is and deserves the shopkeeper's attention when his sleeve was suddenly pulled.

"Sister, Ma Pingchuan's servant is gone."

Gu Yundong turned his head to look, and sure enough, he saw the back of the little servant who had just left.

And Ma Pingchuan's eyes... But it fell on the old man who was carrying a wine bottle and wearing tattered clothes. Then, he followed behind the old man.

Gu Yundong narrowed his eyes, got up and said, "Let's go, let's go over and have a look."

She called the shopkeeper, put down the tea money, and walked towards the old man with her two younger brothers.

Before I got close, I saw two people hurriedly walking behind them, laughing and saying, "... over there, go to the innermost part of that alley, the wine of that house is mellow, fragrant, and aftertaste. Infinity, I guarantee you have drunk the first time, and you want to drink the second time."

"Really? If you can make a good wine, an old alcoholic, it must be extraordinary, and I have to try it. But if it is good, if it is not good, I have to settle the account with you."

"Can I still lie to you? Let's go, let's go faster. When you enter that alley, you will know what I said when you smell the aroma of the wine."

The two of them spoke, and the pace quickened a lot. They passed Gu Yundong and the old man with the jug, and quickly flashed into the alley in front.

Coincidentally, it was the same alley that Ma Pingchuan's servant entered before.

Gu Yundong was even more acutely aware that after the old man heard the conversation between the two, his hunched back was slightly straightened, and the hand holding the wine bottle slowly tightened, followed closely, his heels turned, Went in behind the two of them.

However, when they walked into the alley, the two people were nowhere to be seen.

The old man could only find it by himself, turning left and right into a deserted street.

He twitched his nose slightly, and there was no wine smell at all, "Am I going wrong?"

The old man frowned, turned around and wanted to retreat out of the alley.

At this moment, three people suddenly appeared not far away, and walked towards him cursing.

The old man originally wanted to avoid it, but unexpectedly, the three people pushed and shoved, and one of them suddenly stepped back a few steps, and then bumped into the old man.

The wine bottle slid from his hand and fell to the ground with a 'patt', breaking into several pieces in an instant.

The old man was stunned for a moment, lowered his head regretfully, and reached out his hand to pick up the broken bottles on the ground.

Who knew that he didn't blame the three people, but the three bastards were unrepentant.

"Damn it, who let you get in the way here? Didn't you see a few of our brothers coming over?"

"You hit me just now, and you have to lose money."

"Look at how poor and sour he is. At first glance, he looks like someone's servant. Where is the money?"

"That's not necessarily. Didn't you see him holding a wine bottle? The old guy wants to go to the bar? The money for the beer is always on him, hurry up and bring it, or we want you to look good."

The old man frowned, his voice slightly hoarse, "You are wrong."

"Hey, do we want you to tell me? If you don't give money, we'll be welcome." The three of them said, clenching their fists, and began to approach him.

The old man took a step back, and the three people's eyes flashed, and one of them got started and pushed the old man to the ground.

"Hey..." The old man screamed in pain, but a sharp sound suddenly came from his ear.