An eight-year-old kid emptied his scumbag father's warehouse and followed his grandparents into

Mi Ma Ma waited until her daughter had finished reading the letter before coming in to report, "I have already asked all the children to go to the government school so that they won't come in and disturb the peace and quiet of the young lady and the young masters."

Zi Yi, who was standing next to him, also said, "The packages of gifts Jing Yi mentioned have all been sent over. They are waiting for you, Miss and Auntie, over there."

The government school is a newly built two-courtyard school. There are three classrooms in the front yard, but only two of them are in use now. There is a kitchen and toilet in the back yard. One of the students living there is Guan, who has a family, and the other is Kong, who is single and relatively young.

Candles have been lit in the largest classroom in the middle, and it is even more lively inside than during Chinese New Year. The desks have all been moved out, and only benches are left in the classroom except for the podium, but it still seems very crowded with so many people.

There were thirty-one children from the four branches of the Jing family who stayed in Beijing. In addition, the maids and servants from each branch had to come and look after their own children. Even if some of them stood in the corridor holding their children, it still seemed bustling and more lively than any previous clan meetings.

Some of the young children were disobedient and ran around in the yard, but they were all good people. There was no fighting or crying.

Perhaps because he was not greeted, the teacher who lived in the backyard tactfully did not come out. Instead, Captain Cao and several guards were waiting at the door.

There were too many people in the classroom and it was impossible to quiet down immediately, but the children in each room sat together upright.

The fifth one inside had the loudest voice: "My grandparents love me the most, they must have brought me something good this time."

Someone among the children immediately challenged him, "Come on, last time you wrote back to someone's family, who didn't bring goodies? Our two families even had more gifts. You have more children than ours, so the little ones didn't get any."

A few more children echoed: "That's right, blow whatever you want."

Wutou scratched his head: "~~That was~, back then~~ they had just arrived and they hadn't prepared everything yet. They must have brought more this time."

Someone else complained: "No matter how many there are, they can't compare to this room in the General's Mansion."

No one spoke up.

"You only know how to accept gifts, but why don't you tell us what you've given to the elders at home? My aunt said we should respect our elders."

"We did bring it with the letter."

"My family has some too. Everyone got one."

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It wasn't until he saw someone from the mansion walking towards them with a lantern that the head guard shouted into the classroom, "Wu Tou, how many more laps do you want to run tomorrow?"

The children's noise stopped abruptly. It seemed that they had learned a lot in their daily lives. Running was just a form of punishment, and everyone was in awe of it.

Along the way, I heard my mother introduce that the provincial school is divided into large classes and small classes, and children can enroll in the small class when they are five years old.

Nowadays, people generally study literature in the morning and martial arts in the afternoon. There is no gender restriction on whether to study literature or martial arts; anyone with a passion or interest can learn. For girls who don't enjoy martial arts, embroiderers will teach them needlework in the afternoon.

There will be a labor class every other day, which lasts half a day in the afternoon and everyone must attend.

The rule is that Aunt Mi and Aunts Qingyi and Ziyi teach once every seven days, also in the afternoon.

Wu Tou Liu Tou used to be the boss among the other kids, always fighting and quarreling, and he also refused to study. He was severely punished countless times by the captain of the guards and several martial arts instructors. They had tried running, facing the wall, confinement, and whipping, but none of them worked.

The teacher still couldn't control him, and his classmates didn't dare to get close to him. He often led several other children around in the school.

It was only after Brother Jing arrived that he took those people away and starved them for a few days. Finally, he arranged for the two big-headed brothers and another unruly classmate to dig in the morning and practice martial arts in the afternoon, and things calmed down a lot.

Now they don't dare to hit or scold anyone, but they still can't change their nature of always trying to take the lead, vent their anger, and show off their power. Brother Jing made them unable to bear it any longer, so they yelled at Daqingshan a few times, and it really worked.

Li Zhuangtou said that the three men were doing fine now. They were strong and patient, but they didn't know how to use their strength to do farm work. Sometimes their palms would bleed when hoeing the fields. However, they were still quite capable of driving oxen to plow the fields.

Li Zhuangtou also said that this kind of temperament is not necessarily a bad thing. As long as he learns the rules well and is allowed to experience more things, he can be a small manager in the future, managing some long-term and short-term workers, but he cannot be given too much power.

The three of them were the most enthusiastic in practicing martial arts. They got up earlier than chickens and slept later than dogs. They were not afraid of falling or being beaten, and their fists and feet were performed with great vigor.

A group of people walked into the classroom without noticing who gave the command first. All the children stood up in unison and bowed to them. Jing Qiurong waved her hand, and they sat down again.

Those who were originally standing outside the classroom also squeezed in with their children in their arms, and stood there empty-handed because there were no stools.

Standing in the front row on the right are the five children of the General's Mansion. The one holding the youngest, Jing Mingyan, is her biological mother. The concubine of the first house is called Bilian. Her indenture was released on the day of exile, but she was not exiled yet. Jing Mingrong took it upon himself to make her a concubine and wrote a letter to inform them.

Sister Yan looks very much like Bilian and is less than three years old.

Aunt Mi whispered to her daughter, "Originally, the children were too young to come over, but they all came over. In fact, even the maids and servants wanted to join in the fun."

Jing Qiurong nodded. She understood all of this and would do the same if she were in their shoes.

Coming to this remote village, where it's rare to go out, who wouldn't want to know what's going on outside? Especially since this is the owner's house.

The maids and servants were quite sensible. Those who had followed them from various rooms were already loyal, otherwise they would have run away long ago. The reason Jing Qiurong had been able to manage the children so easily over the past few months was not only because they were capable but also because they had arranged for enough people to take care of the children, ensuring that everyone had enough food and clothing and no one was displaced.

Jing Qiurong said a few polite words as usual. First, she praised the children in each room, pointed out their individual shortcomings, and asked them to keep up the good work and live up to the family's expectations.

Then, the right to speak was handed over to Jing Chunxi. Mi Mama, Qingyi, and Ziyi had all experienced this approach before, so they wouldn't think her daughter was too careless. Guard Captain Cao still vaguely remembered the young lady's cleverness and courage on the day before her departure, and was glad that she could finally return.

Chuntao, along with Tangshuang, Hongfen and several other maids, were unpacking the packages, first separating the letters and gifts from each room.

The children below looked at Jing Chunxi eagerly. Many of them were about the same age as him, and some were even older than Jing Chunxi. Jing Chunxi was not afraid, but just felt that the burden on his shoulders was heavy.