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

While in Yamen Village, Sanlang and Silang heard from the children of Jing Changming and Jing Changchang that the five and six heads of the clan leader's family were also always arrogant, just like the big head and his friends. They said that the younger ones might follow suit and that they were not easy to deal with. They also told Jing Chunxi to stay away from them.

So when Jing Chunxi came back, although he encouraged them verbally, he didn't want to get too close to them.

Unexpectedly, the three people, Wu Tou, Liu Tou and others, kept coming towards them. Jing Chunxi thought that others would be afraid of them, but the children did not hide.

Wutou smiled and asked, "Cousin Xi, can't you give us a gift too?"

His eyes were full of hope and humility. Unlike the provocative and aggressive expressions of Big Head and Two Head, there was no sense of taking things for granted.

But putting aside other things, just because they insisted on practicing martial arts even during their rest, Jing Chunxi still gave them some face.

Seeing him asking this question, Jing Chunxi knew that someone must have come up and told them the secret, or there was a little girl who had just run ahead and showed off the hair flower she had given them.

"Candy, please?"

Jing Chunxi came prepared, but because he had just given her a head flower, he was holding back some of the malt sugar and didn't want to give it all away at once, otherwise he wouldn't know what he would be able to give out next time they met.

Looking at the bag of malt sugar handed over by Jing Chunxi, Wutou, who had been carefree just now, now felt a little embarrassed and scratched his head.

The children gathered in circles and were so greedy when they saw the candies that many of them swallowed their saliva. Now they had enough food and clothes, but they could only get the candies during the New Year.

Even Jin Jie'er, who was standing behind Jing Chunxi, swallowed her saliva. Their family never lacked sugar cakes. Every time they went to eat during the day off, their aunt would give them some.

There were several small bags of sugar cakes from Lingnan that they brought back last night, but she and Yan Jie'er were always restrained by Yaoyao and Aunt Bilian, and could only eat one sugar cake a day. Now she was craving them again when she saw them.

Jing Chunxi stuffed the bag directly into Wutou's hands and said, "You can divide it. How about two pieces each?"

Wu Tou didn't answer, but the kids outside started to cheer: "Divide it quickly!"

"Hurry up and divide it, two pieces each."

"Thank you, cousin Xi."

……

Wutou was very shrewd: "Boys go first, girls go later, don't worry until you all get the first flower.

Line up at the back, one by one.

No food for those who don’t queue up!”

The brat spoke with full force and without any mercy, but it was still a bit intimidating. No one disobeyed him. All the boys lined up in the front and the girls sat at the back but also lined up neatly.

But when it was the girls' turn, he saw that half of the candies in the bag were gone. He became more cautious and grabbed two candies and raised them to everyone in front of him: "This is mine."

When he put it in his pocket, he gestured to Jing Chunxi to show that he didn't take too much.

Unexpectedly, this person is quite funny. Jing Chunxi couldn't help but raise the corner of his mouth.

Wulang and Yaoyao were worried that there wouldn't be enough malt candy to go around. When Jinjie'er and Liulang were about to line up, they were pulled back and asked to give some consideration to the children in the tribe, which made Jinjie'er almost cry.

Finally, there was some left at the end, but Wutou didn't give them much and simply stuffed the bag into the arms of Jin Jie'er, who had a drooping mouth, and finally made Jin Jie'er laugh.

The other children also laughed with candies in their mouths.

The children were all delighted and thanked Jing Chunxi one after another. Their excitement was no less than when they received their New Year's money.

There were a few smaller ones whose malt candies were too big and they were dripping with saliva in their mouths. Xiao Lian didn't even bother to eat them and was busy wiping them with a handkerchief.

"Everyone has malt candy, it's not a gift for us." Before he finished eating the candy, Wulang scratched his head again.

Being bold and daring to speak and act is not a bad thing, just as Li Zhuangtou said. At least you know how to fight for your own interests.

Wu Tou is indeed very brave. I'm afraid it was because of his bravery that the boys pushed him forward to ask for gifts. Now I still feel it's unfair that boys don't get any gifts.

His request for gifts successfully aroused the hearts of many boys. Perhaps because Jing Chunxi was easy to talk to and even gave out candy, the younger boys dared to make the request.

One of them came forward and said, "I want a gift, too."

Someone else asked, "Why don't boys have it?"

"I don't want a hair flower." It's obvious that he is young and ignorant.

……

Jing Chunxi wanted to laugh when she heard this. If she were a boy, she would definitely feel it was unfair that she didn't get any gifts. Haha!

It’s just that the boy wanted a hair flower, but she really didn’t have any.

Last night, her mother and brother told her that the children were generally good. Apart from the five of them who were a little noisy when they first arrived at Qingshan Villa, they didn't really cause any big trouble.

Even if the children occasionally have a little quarrel, they will be able to reconcile afterwards. At home, they will rush to do housework and protect their younger siblings.

If everyone is so good and obedient, a small request is not impossible: "What do you want? A wooden sword?"

Everyone:…

The five immediately responded, shook their heads, and said, "We all know how to make wooden swords."

Liutou also said, "We also cut some for our younger brothers."

Most of the little rascals shook their heads, and some said that they already had one. Not many were interested in wooden swords, as they were apparently too common.

Jing Chunxi naturally knew what boys liked: "So you want a slingshot?"

On the road to exile, Heizi never put down his slingshot, which was very useful.

The oldest ones standing in front still shook their heads: "We have shot quite a few birds with our slingshots, and Li Zhuangtou even praised us for saving a lot of food."

But there is still hope in the eyes of some young people.