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

Having been able to arrange for the chief steward and a group of loyal servants yesterday, Jing Changning naturally knew that they had no shortage of money. His eldest sister was no fool either, and she had definitely prepared food and clothing for them. Jing Changning was convinced of this. But he still felt depressed. He didn't know what his eldest sister was thinking. Why would she let Xi Jie'er go into exile with them? What was her intention?

"Hurry up and get on the road in the last half cup of tea. Everyone outside, please put down your things and leave as soon as possible." The prisoners over there had already started to get up, and the officers had already started to drive people away. They were relatively tolerant, for one thing, they arrived late, and they might have taken into consideration that there were still injured people who could not walk, so they gave them some face.

Time is running out.

Even though Jing Changning was filled with suspicion, he knew he didn't have time. He believed his eldest sister's words, but he still didn't understand why she would let her niece go with them on this dangerous journey. How could she possibly help at such a young age? It was good enough that she didn't have to be carried along. Was it just to occasionally hand him a purse or two?

He was just thinking about getting things ready first, otherwise he wouldn't be able to take the cart and servants with him. At worst, he could just deal with the official first, then figure out a way to prevent his niece from following him. The servants and carts were crucial for this trip, so he couldn't be careless. If he didn't get them ready quickly, the official wouldn't let him go! He was already regretting the lengths he'd spent tangling with his clansmen: it wasn't worth it.

Money can open the gates of hell, so he doesn't believe that he can't bribe these little ghosts.

Ever since stopping here, Jing Changning had noticed the ten officers there. Nine of them were dressed in the same ordinary uniforms, running around and taking orders, and they definitely didn't hold official positions. One of them, a scarred man in his early forties, was probably the leader, a man the officer trusted, otherwise the other eight wouldn't be following his orders.

The only one who was neatly dressed, wearing a black riding uniform with gold embroidered on the collar and cuffs, was definitely the official. He was now sitting on the shaft of the only horse-drawn carriage carrying food and daily necessities. Occasionally, he called Scarface over and gave him a few words, and Scarface obeyed him unwaveringly.

There was an extra horse tied to the tree behind him, which was probably his mount. This was the imperial official escorting them. Usually, the ones escorting prisoners like them were at most eighth or ninth rank military officers. He looked unfamiliar, and Jing Changning was sure he had never seen him before.

Jing Changning did not go straight to the military officer, but first went over to the scarred man and handed him a small bag of silver. Sure enough, the scarred man, who was thought not to smile, actually raised his lips a lot. After a few polite words, the scarred man knew why he came and without wasting any time, he took him directly to the official on the shaft.

Scarface: "Master Liu, someone from the Jing family is looking for you. They are from the General's Mansion."

"Master Liu, I am the guilty minister Jing Changning. My father received fifty lashes of the cane yesterday and is now in critical condition. All the men in our family, except me, are children under the age of 18. We are afraid we can't carry him. My sister has prepared a cart and two loyal servants. We also have an eight-year-old niece who must come with us. Do you think you can help him with the journey?"

I didn't want to talk about my niece, but I was afraid that my eldest sister and Zhou Wei's arrangement had a reason, and I was also worried that Sister Xi would stick to it like malt sugar and couldn't be torn off.

Mr. Liu, who was sitting with his legs crossed, was in his early thirties, very sturdy, and clearly a martial artist. He had seemed displeased at the two men approaching, but now he glanced at Jing Changning from the corner of his eye. Fortunately, he didn't recognize them.

Liu Ye's expression was a joke. It was said that he had only been in the officialdom for a short time, so Jing Changning would definitely see it. He took two more respectful steps forward and handed over the purse with both hands. Scarface tactfully turned his head and pretended not to see, using his body to block the view of the group behind him.

It was a chaotic scene at that time. The prisoners were busy lining up and the officers were counting their numbers. In fact, few people noticed the movement in front.

The man called Master Liu took the purse and fumbled with it for a few seconds, then shook it in his hand and put it directly into his arms. He did it very quickly, and it seemed that he received many things like this in his daily life.

He was just feeling depressed. There were quite a few prisoners being escorted this time, but not many people came to see them off. Moreover, none of them looked like they were from wealthy families. They only brought shabby little packages. He was just worried that there would be no money to be made in this trip, but then someone came to deliver the package.

It is customary in the criminal industry to turn a blind eye to those who come to see them off, and they would rather they bring as many gifts and money as possible. The more people who come to see them off, the more money the prisoners have, because most of the money will eventually be presented to them anyway.

His estimate was correct. This was the first purse he had received today, and it was from the General's Mansion, where the largest number of people came to see him off. He knew from the purse that it contained silver notes. The smallest denomination was twenty taels. He knew from the thickness of the purse that it contained at least ten notes.

Seeing Jing Changning's respectful expression, he seemed quite sensible. He waved his hand to give him some face and said to Scarface, "Seventh Brother, go check if there are any hidden weapons. Interrogate the people as well. Don't let any thieves sneak into our team."

Then he turned to Jing Changning and said, "Brothers, you've worked hard on the journey, so you must pay for the drinks."

Jing Changning quickly responded humbly: "Of course, of course, it's all thanks to my brothers. Thank you, Master Liu, for your care."

Then he followed Scarface back towards the cart.

What Master Liu said were all polite words. In fact, he knew that Scarface's visit was just a formality, so the matter was considered done.

Jing Changning took advantage of no one's attention to stuff a small purse into Scarface's hand and said, "This is for the officials to drink with. Please take care of me along the way, Seventh Brother." Scarface was in his forties, so he naturally couldn't follow Master Liu and call him Seventh Brother, otherwise he would be in trouble. Calling him Seventh Brother was a sign of respect for him.

The King of Hell is easy to deal with, but the little ghosts are hard to deal with. Jing Changning handed over the last purse: This niece calculated very accurately, there is no need for one more purse, and one less purse is not enough.

Seeing that Jing Changning was so sensible, he didn't need to take money out of his own pocket to buy wine. Scarface was naturally very active and looked at Jing Changning with admiration. It seemed that although he had suffered a disaster, he was still a man with no shortage of money.

Scarface walked over and saw it was just a slightly old cart. He symbolically flipped through the layers of quilts on the cart, leaving the oilcloth and packages unopened. Frosting stood there, watching him with a silly grin. He was a big man, but unfortunately he was a fool. The servant even took two steps forward. He was a short, crippled man with a slightly hunched back. He didn't look like someone who could do anything. He had trouble walking, let alone pulling the cart.

He didn't plan to look at the eight-year-old anymore and snorted, "You couldn't even give a good gift. Your eldest sister isn't that great!"

In fact, I also want to say: I don’t know what it means to give a broken cart and put a daughter in it.