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

The brothers and sisters always get together, and it's not fun at all without any respect for age. Mingzhu is too young to say much to her. All she heard along the way were the sighs of her mother and two aunts, which made her almost speechless from last night to today. Wouldn't it be much better with the arrival of her cousin?

Jing Mingyue: "Follow your cousin from now on. She's very strong, so if you can't walk, I'll carry you."

Jing Chunxi giggled and nodded in agreement, but Jing Mingyue was interrupted by her older brother, who was three years her senior, "Are you asking you to carry us on your back? Do you think we're not here?"

Erlang and Sanlang nodded hurriedly: "That's right, are you stronger than us in terms of strength?" They felt that they should be the ones to carry her, since Cousin Xi was too skinny and didn't have much flesh on her.

Shiro also came up and said: "I can recite a small part." However, he didn't say it with such confidence, and still lacked a bit of self-assurance.

Sanlang knocked her head and asked, "How much taller are you than your cousin?"

The three aunts still sighed. After all, he was their aunt's child. They could have continued to live in luxury, but now it was a pity that he was exiled with them.

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"Two people from each family, hurry up and take the steamed buns and water bags home. Each person is entitled to one black flour steamed bun per meal. If that's not enough, we can provide white flour buns, but you have to buy them with silver, 20 coins each."

There was an official who turned back and shouted as he walked away. When the crowd heard what the official said, they suddenly heard some dissatisfied voices.

"It's really dark! Just twenty or thirty miles outside the capital, the price of a one-cent white flour steamed bun has increased twenty times."

"How do you eat black flour steamed buns? They can cause heartburn."

"If you think it's not tasty, just buy some white flour buns yourself! There are plenty of them."

"You're robbing me! Who can afford this food when it's so expensive?"

Complaining voices came one after another, and occasionally there were the sounds of officials cracking whips and cursing.

"If you think it's too expensive, then don't eat it. There's one water bag for every ten people, and it can only be filled once a day. If you want to drink more, you have to pay fifty coins for one more refill. You can't get more if you want more. This is the price right after leaving the capital. You won't be able to eat it after that."

The officers shouted and spoke sarcastically, occasionally cracking their whips once or twice, completely disregarding their words. It seemed that this was the rule on the way to escort prisoners, and they were used to doing such things.

They escorted prisoners back and forth for three months, earning thirty taels of silver. They had to live frugally and live frugally to save most of it for their families. It was impossible for them not to earn a little extra silver along the way.

"I'll go get some steamed buns!" Dalang was an honest and hardworking man. He took the initiative to speak without hearing his elders' orders. He was hungry after walking so far, so he didn't care whether it was white steamed buns or black steamed buns, as long as he could fill his stomach.

"I'll go as well."

"I'll go too. I'll get the water bag."

The other three boys jumped out at once, sat for a while and their fatigue was relieved, and the boys' natural energy came out again.

Erlang was quick-witted and filial. He didn't leave immediately but looked at Jing Changning: "Uncle San, grandpa and grandma are weak. It's best to keep them well fed with white flour buns."

After saying that, he spread his hands in front of his uncle. Before leaving, his uncle went to negotiate with the officials. He saw clearly that his uncle had silver in his hands. It must have been given by his aunt.

The clever little Gui Shilang also stretched out his hand: "We are less than 20 people, and I don't know if we can get two water bags. Maybe the officials will ask for a few more copper coins!"

"Don't make things difficult for your third uncle. Mother has it here." Zhuang quickly went to the cart to look for her package.

"Aunt San has some too." Si Yan also went over.

All of my aunts are kind-hearted and friendly, and they are all loyal to the Jing family. They have no intention of keeping anything for themselves, and they want to share the things given by my parents' home.

Qing Chunxi noticed that his second aunt rubbed her hands a little awkwardly at this time and did not say anything.

So, out of habit, she made arrangements: "Big cousin, take the black flour steamed buns first. You need two water bags. Sister Xi has brought food for grandparents."

Zhuang also realized: "My parents also brought some dry food. Eat it first, otherwise it will go bad easily."

Si Yan: "Some of the meat biscuits I have at home may be a little dry, but they can be kept for a few more days."

Jing Changning: "Let's take a closer look at what your food is tonight. Let's eat what my eldest sister gave us first. I have the money."

Just now, she was walking behind her third uncle, and the banknotes and the small purse containing silver were given to him. Now Jing Changning has no shortage of silver. Jing Chunxi knows that it is better to let adults handle matters related to silver in the future. For example, if she or her mother had gone to deal with the officials this morning, it would not have been so smooth, and they might even be blackmailed.

Chu Chunxi had already figured it out. At night, the silver and banknotes had to be divided up. Grandma needed to have some money to keep warm, otherwise she'd be uneasy and refuse to eat or drink, ultimately ruining her health. And her aunt was the one who managed the household, so how could she use her talents without money? When they got to town, they might buy some things for the family. Only with money in hand could they make plans. After all, she was only eight years old, and she wouldn't want to see her niece making all the decisions, so she'd definitely intervene.

Although things can be placed anywhere in the space, all the money cannot be put in one basket, otherwise it will be useless if something unexpected happens when you are not with them.

The four men took the smallest pieces of silver and ran away. It was not because there were no copper coins in the space, but because Jing Chunxi had not thought of its use and felt a little disgusted with it, so he forgot to prepare some for his third uncle.

The lame old servant who had been silent all the time took out a big package from the cart, untied it and took out two white flour buns. He handed one to Old Madam Jing, then took another bun and walked to the front of the cart and handed it to Jing Yongcheng, who had stared at him and had not spoken a word: "Old General, there is still a long way to go in the future. Don't think too much. Just make sure you are full first." After saying that, he knelt down.

There were steamed buns in one package. Both Frosting and the old man knew that the buns were prepared for the old general and the old lady. That was why he took action. He just wanted to prevent the two old people from going hungry.

"You are... Xiaobei?" Jing Yongcheng finally got confirmation. The lame man kneeling in front of him, hunched over and dressed as a servant, was clearly ten years younger than him, but now he looked so old.

"Isn't it just me? Old general, you have suffered." Grandpa Xiaobei's eyes were filled with tears. He knelt down and stuffed the steamed bun into the old general's hand. Seeing that the old general was lying on his back and was in great pain due to such a serious injury, he continued to kneel down and turned his body to the side to help massage his legs, fearing that he would be tired and numb from lying for too long.

Xiaobei burst into tears, he didn't expect the old general still remembered him. Thinking of the old general's former majesty on the battlefield, he couldn't bear to see his miserable appearance now. Since he saw the old general this morning, he wanted to cry.

For the past twenty miles, Xiaobei had been walking beside him, protecting him all the time. Occasionally, he would pull his quilt for him, and support him when he walked on uneven roads. Even though Jing Yongcheng was dazed, he felt inexplicably familiar. He had not been able to see Xiaobei's face, but he did not expect that he was really his old subordinate.