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These clansmen usually ate and drank from their Great General's Mansion, and would come to their Great General's Mansion to ask for money whenever they had the chance. During the annual festivals, they would find any excuse to extort money from their families. The expenses of the clan school were also covered by the Great General's Mansion. But they took it for granted and used it without mercy. Now that the tree has fallen, no one has offered a helping hand, and they are even adding insult to injury, everyone wants to step on them again, making them feel heartbroken.

"If you think you have a long life and are strong enough to reach Lingnan safely on your own, and you think you can stir up trouble in Lingnan, then you can continue to make noise."

Suddenly hearing her mother's loud voice scolding the clan members, Jing Qiurong burst into tears, picked up Pu Ge'er and walked quickly forward, and Jing Chunxi hurriedly followed.

As expected, as soon as the people from the General's Mansion arrived, Madam Jing's few casual words immediately had a deterrent effect. The group of people who had been jumping up and down suddenly stopped talking and turned to look. A dozen men and women from the Jing family had already arrived. Madam Jing and a few men, who were walking in front, glared at them angrily.

Those who knew the situation and had to save face immediately hid behind the crowd like turtles. Many people took advantage of the situation and sat in their own territory, not daring to show their heads again.

But there were still many who were not afraid of death, especially the old women who jumped out first, and some ignorant children who followed suit.

Also coming with them was the Jing family's branch, including the family of Jing Yongjian, Jing Yongcheng's second uncle, who was only one generation apart from Jing Yongcheng's branch. There were more people than Jing Yongcheng's family, but no more than thirty of them. They had a closer relationship with them on weekdays and would have meals together during the New Year. They also lived close to them, in Lanshang Lane behind the General's Mansion, and had only been separated for twenty years.

Jing Changning and Dalang carried Jing Yongcheng at the front of the group. Seeing the clansmen being rude, they simply walked twenty or thirty steps closer to the pavilion before finding a flat spot to put the stretcher down. Leaving Dalang there to watch over his grandfather, they stepped back a few steps to greet their eldest sister. They had shielded their family behind them, leaving it to the General's Mansion to directly confront the group that still wanted to shout.

Seeing that everyone in the family stood up and glared at them, several people began to retreat and quietly withdrew. Several children were also pulled back by their families.

Jing Chunxi looked carefully at all the people in the General's Mansion. They were all wearing their usual gorgeous clothes, but except for his grandfather and the youngest Jing Mingzhu, everyone, like the other three groups of people, wore an old and even patched prisoner uniform. Some of the clothes were loose, while others were a little narrow. Few of them fit him well, and the combination formed a clear contrast.

Each of them looked in better spirits than the two families who had just sat on the ground. Their hair was not so messy, and their faces did not show the decadence of a deep shock. There were no signs of whipping or torture. They were lucky that they did not suffer torture in prison.

There were no rotten vegetable leaves or rotten eggs on her body. Considering that the General Jing's Mansion had a great reputation, most people still did not believe that they would collaborate with the enemy and sell out the country. Jing Chunxi was quite sharp-eyed and saw two boiled eggs in Jing Mingzhu's hand. She was afraid that they were forced to be given to her by kind-hearted people on the street out of pity. Sure enough, the people's hearts were like a mirror. The worst ones were the instigators in the court, even those who sat in high positions.

After most people left, the old lady didn't want to argue with them at this time. She knew they were afraid, which meant that they were still a little wary of their family and remembered their old friendship, so they didn't want to tear each other apart immediately.

Only a few people have a conscience and remember the kindness they have received. There are also some women who are not afraid of death and do not retreat. Although they no longer say anything, they still don't give up and are still whispering in the back.

The old patriarch of one of the families, who was several years older than Jing Yongcheng, did not stop him, nor did he approach the old general like he usually did when seeking benefits. He didn't even say a word of concern. He just squatted in the corner, smoking his pipe, as if he didn't recognize the old general on the door panel.

Jing Changning whispered to the old lady, "Father shouldn't have been so cautious back then. He should have let Second Uncle be the clan leader."

The old lady didn't respond. There was no point expressing regret at this moment. But she was extremely angry. She patted Jing Qiurong's shoulder, then reached out to hug Pu Ge'er and complained, "You little kid shouldn't have come."

The whole family gathered together, looked at the old general, exchanged greetings, and then talked to each other. The children were all very excited.

Only Jing Changning continued to face the tribesmen. Seeing that the women had no intention of retreating and sitting down, and seemed to be ready to provoke him, he couldn't help but feel angry and loudly continued his mother's words: "If you want to sever ties with our family, it's not too late now. The tribe leader wants to know what I'm doing. You can cut off ties with us and expel us from the clan. Just don't come here again, no matter if you are rich or poor."

Erlang and Sanlang closely guarded their grandparents and third uncle, while Silang came over to tease Pu Ge'er.

The child couldn't hold back his anger. Thinking of the bullying his aunt and the others had just received, Erlang cursed loudly: "When we were rich and powerful, you wanted to cling to us, but now we're in trouble, you want to distance yourself from us. Don't even think about it from now on. Let's live our own lives. Rich or poor, we have nothing to do with each other. Just treat all our previous kindnesses as wasted."

Ten-year-old Shi Lang pulled Pu Ge'er and clenched his fists, defending his family: "Yes, even if there is no food, even if you starve to death, don't come to us."

The noisy voices over there suddenly stopped. At this moment, as if the noise had just been heard, the old clan leader Jing Yongsheng stood up and scolded the talkative woman: "Shut up."

His voice was low, neither harsh nor harsh. He said nothing more, tapping his cigarette ash on his feet without moving closer. He must have felt a sense of dissatisfaction. Perhaps he had instigated the verbal abuse from the old woman and the woman, as they were from his own family after all.

Sure enough, he sat back down. After a while, the old woman and the woman started dancing again: "Look, look, this is the good boy from General Jing's mansion. He refuses to repent and disrespects his elders..."

"If you want to exterminate the clan, then exterminate the clan. Why are you afraid of them? Now they are criminals. Why do they think they are superior? Now they are all exiled prisoners. No one is more noble than anyone else. They are still rich and prosperous. They are lucky not to die on the road."

"Look at Sister Rong, she's so dusty and dirty, and she doesn't even have many servants with her. I don't think she's any better off than us."

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Jing Chunxi was a little anxious. According to her memories from her past life, now was not the time to distract her clansmen. She quickly squeezed in front of Jing Yongning from the back. "Uncle, we're not the only ones being exiled. Beyond the capital, seventy or eighty serious criminals from Dafeng and Qingliu counties were also exiled. They were all convicted of crimes..."

He still pulled his third uncle over and leaned over to say this. Jing Changning was a man of talent and not a pedantic nerd. If one could not understand the meaning of these words, then he would have wasted more than ten years of studying.