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

The front yard remained the same. The legitimate son, Wulang, lived in the east room, and the illegitimate son, Liulang, lived in one of the west wing rooms. They were sensible enough not to take Jing Chunxi to their own rooms. Perhaps they didn't know whether Jing Chunxi wanted to stay, so they walked a little slowly.

Jing Chunxi asked: "Where do you usually study?"

Wu Lang was delighted and replied, "Mostly in the academy, sometimes in the study!"

Jing Chunxi didn't dare to ask the study directly, worried that his mother had not made any arrangements for them.

Unexpectedly, Wulang pushed open the door of the west room of the main house. There were two desks, two chairs and two rows of bookcases at the back. The desks were facing the windows and had good light.

There are only about ten books on each person's bookshelf, which seem to be for the enlightenment of children of this age, and there are only two or three miscellaneous books.

The desks, chairs and bookcases of the two people are all made of very ordinary materials, which look a bit like the ordinary materials in Li Ziwen's house, but the wood used in the north is darker in color and is not fir.

Since the utensils in the study are complete, Jing Chunxi has no intention of changing them. Last night, he saw that Pu Ge'er's study was exactly the same, with no favoritism. This may be his mother's good intentions and is not worth questioning.

On the desk were pen, ink, paper, and inkstone. Jing Chunxi didn't pick them up to examine them closely, but a closer look revealed that the quality of the pen and paper was below average, a good thing for a child just starting out. The inkstone and ink stick were placed there. Jing Chunxi picked up the ink stick, dipped it in a little tea, and gently ground it on the inkstone.

It's a bit sticky and not smooth to push, so it's definitely not made of good material.

Several people watched Jing Chunxi's actions quietly. Even Yan Jie'er, who was picked up by Bilian and held in her arms, watched without blinking, thinking it was something fun. She stretched out her little hand and cried out, "I want it!"

If she got any closer, she would definitely snatch the ink stick from Jing Chunxi's hand.

After rubbing it twenty or thirty times, Jing Chunxi stopped.

When we returned to the mansion, he said, "Come to my room after dinner. I will give each of you an inkstone and some ink sticks. When I enter the city one day, I will give you some useful books."

As for paper and pens, she didn't say she would give them as gifts, mainly because she felt that what they were using now was suitable for their age, and it wouldn't be good if they were too different from what the children in the provincial school used. They hadn't even practiced their handwriting well, so there was no need to waste too much.

We just talked about it in the meeting last night. Our elders are working hard on the farm and living a hard life over there. It really doesn't work to give them too much comfort now.

If a boy learns to enjoy life at an early age, how can he support the family in the future?

Before I even stepped into the second courtyard, I heard a commotion. Then I heard Aunt Mi's voice coming from inside: "Miss, they must be back."

Jing Qiurong's voice: "I was right, wasn't I? I guessed they wouldn't stay for long. There's nothing interesting up there."

Everyone who came in called out, "Auntie."

Bilian and the children saluted Jing Qiurong! Jing Qiurong smiled and said, "Let's go to their room and rest first. The meal will be ready soon."

The children scattered to both sides. Wulang and Liulang were pulled away by Pu Ge'er, while Jin Jie'er pulled Jing Chunxi into her room, asking for a hair ornament. Yaoyao also followed.

Yaoyao entered Jing Chunxi's room and looked around. She even touched the fabric of the quilt on the bed. Seeing that there was nothing different, she said, "The skirt my aunt made for Chunxi is really beautiful."

Jing Chunxi just smiled and didn't pay much attention to her, worried that if he said a few more words, she would go rummaging through her cabinet.

Only now did she realize that Yaoyao was a little scheming.

Sister Jin was heartless. When she saw the head flowers, she put them on her head. She also looked around with a bronze mirror. Finally, seeing that there were quite a lot of head flowers, she begged Jing Chunxi to pick two more for her.

Bilian was still in the Second Hospital and saw that everyone was busy, so she went up to help set the table.

Yan Jie'er pulled Jing Qiurong's trouser leg and called out, "Gu~mu". Jing Qiurong teased her for a few words, and then she refused to talk to anyone else and wanted Jing Qiurong to hold her.

Seeing that the little girl was being naughty and obstructing Jing Qiurong and Bilian from talking, Ziyi took her away.

During the meal, the three little girls all wore hair flowers. Sister Jin wore pink as usual, Yaoyao chose light blue, and Ziyi also helped Sister Yan pin a small red flower on her head, because her hair was too thin and a big flower couldn't be pinned on.

Today everyone deliberately wore their favorite clothes, and the colors of their hair flowers matched very well.

When they came out, they were praised by their aunt and were all smiling.

The little guy with the flower on his head refused to let anyone hold him. He shook his head and showed off everywhere, forgetting what he was here for today.

Seeing Jing Chunxi giving inkstones and ink sticks to Wulang and Liulang, and also giving them a few travel books, Jing Qiurong didn't say anything. Instead, she was very happy, probably because she felt that her children had grown up.

Instead, Wulang and Liulang felt embarrassed and went to thank their aunt again.