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"Are you not having a good time at Zhuangzi?" Jing Yongcheng's eyes were tearful. He'd clearly been given a good care, so how could Xiaobei age so quickly? Was someone not doing their best? Did they disobey his orders?

"I and the veterans are well fed and well clothed, and those with injuries don't have to work! Xiaobei only occasionally helps people with their medical needs, but my leg isn't working well. It keeps coming back, and I've tried a lot of good medicine, but it hasn't healed. Isn't that what happens over time?"

"Then come with me and sit next to me later." Jing Yongcheng looked at the old lady angrily, as if he was angry that she had not made the arrangements.

Grandpa Xiaobei saw that he had misunderstood and quickly explained, "The old lady has always asked me to take the car, but my legs don't hurt every day. It's autumn now and there's nothing wrong with it! I'll be fine after a few days."

After hearing what Grandpa Xiaobei said, Jing Chunxi guessed that he just had old cold legs or rheumatism. There really wasn't a cure these days, so even as a doctor, he couldn't cure himself and could only use medication to alleviate the pain. He didn't know if the well water in the space would be any good, so he should try drinking a little every day. If that didn't work, he could check the space at night to see if there was any medicine like that. He had to cure Grandpa Xiaobei's legs first, otherwise he wouldn't die before his grandfather did, which would make his grandfather even more heartbroken.

If Uncle Zhou had let her see Grandpa Xiaobei in advance, seeing his dilapidated body, she would not have dared to let him go into exile with her.

It would be easy if my grandfather still remembered Xiaobei's grandfather. Everyone was very happy. This was a soldier who had been fighting with my grandfather in the northern border for many years. He knew medicine and had been placed in Langya Manor for retirement. This time, we brought him out after consulting him. His poor legs and feet really made it difficult for him.

Along the way, the two of them could recall the glorious years of the past. My grandfather would also feel that time passed faster on the road of exile, mainly because he would not feel lonely. People will become nostalgic when they get old, especially soldiers, who will think of the past years from time to time and miss their old comrades who fought together.

"We are friends for life." The general sighed as he looked at Xiaobei.

After my grandfather and Xiaobei's grandfather recognized each other, no one cared about how Sister Xi went into exile.

Just when they were about to rest, Jing Chunxi specifically signaled to his third uncle not to get too close to those clansmen while resting. In fact, everyone had the same idea. Now that the families were far away from each other, no one paid much attention to what was happening on their side.

Seeing that the black flour steamed buns had not been received yet, everyone was idle. Jing Chunxi took out a bag of white flour steamed buns from the package. Each one was plump. He had asked the servants to make them bigger yesterday.

He stuffed one into the mouth of little Mingzhu first. After the little girl finished eating the candy, she was trying to cling to Aunt Zhao who came over. When she got a steamed bun, she was so happy that she hurriedly thanked Aunt Zhao with her eyes shining.

She immediately broke off a piece and wanted to stuff it into her aunt's mouth, but when she saw her second aunt next to her, she quickly stuffed it into her mouth first, then broke off another small piece and fed it to her aunt. The glutinous and sweet food tasted so good that she watched the two elders really chew it, and then she smiled: "Mother, aunt, eat!"

Second aunt Yin didn't care. She thought that if one was not filial to one's own mother, then that was heartless. She even praised her: "What Mingzhu gave to mother is delicious."

The little glutinous rice dumpling was so happy that his eyebrows curved and the corners of his mouth raised slightly.

Grandfather and grandmother each needed one more to be full. After all, they were both big-bodied, and grandmother had consumed a lot of energy walking all the way here. He stuffed four into Tangxing's mouth, handed two to Grandpa Xiaobei, and took one for himself.

Jing Chunxi finally saw that there was still a lot of food left in the package, so he stuffed all of it, including the bag, to his aunt next to him, acting like a hands-off boss. Then he gestured to Xiao Mingzhu, who was swallowing her saliva and hadn't eaten yet, "Eat!" He immediately took a big bite and found it so sweet. It turned out that ordinary food could taste delicious after exercise.

Zhuang looked around and counted the number of people. She gave one to the old aunt first, and then gave one to each of the others, leaving two. The four boys who went to collect the food could each have half a piece later, which was just right.

There were actually plenty of steamed buns in the space, but Jing Chunxi didn't continue taking them out. He was already quite satisfied with what he had. He had a few white flour steamed buns to fill the void, and if that wasn't enough, he could nibble on a few black flour steamed buns to satisfy his hunger. Otherwise, if he didn't eat, what would he do if the next meal wasn't delivered by the government? Exile should be treated like exile. A good life in the future will only bring a sense of happiness through comparison. This was especially true for the four cousins. They needed to experience the hardship of going from extravagance to frugality, so that they would be motivated to strive for progress.

The others didn't eat the steamed buns immediately after receiving them, but the old lady saw that her granddaughter had just received one, so she broke the bun in half and stuffed it into her hand: "I'm sorry for making you suffer, eat it."

Jing Chunxi didn't hesitate. He grabbed the steamed bun his grandmother had given him and stuffed it into his mouth. Seeing that no one else was moving, he quickly signaled to his aunts to eat quickly. He pointed at his mouth and then at the groups of people over there. They immediately realized they were starving and had already started swallowing. No longer caring about being polite, they quickly squatted down, leaning against the cart, and stuffed their mouths with steamed buns. The buns were so dry that they choked their throats. Jing Chunxi then pulled two water bags from his bag and asked them to take turns drinking from them. Drinking this well water gave him strength, and it should be useful for the others as well. Only with a strong body could he avoid suffering during exile. Otherwise, illness could be fatal.

No matter how big the buns were, they only took a few bites. Soon, everyone finished their meals in a few bites and stood up, continuing to sit around the cart as if nothing had happened. Only the old lady and the old general continued to chew their food slowly, sharing a few sips of the water bag Jing Chunxi had just handed to the old lady.

After Jing Chunxi finished eating, he took out another steamed bun from the package and gave it to his grandmother. The old lady was also big in build, so she wouldn't be full if she shared it with her. "Grandma and Grandpa are the backbone of the family. They are waiting for you to decide the direction to move forward! You must eat well and drink plenty of water. Mother has brought some, and you can get more at the post station. There is always enough."

After the four men came over with their things, Silang was the one who ran the fastest to them. He saw that they were all squatting, especially the big guy, Frosting, who was curled up with half of his body still exposed outside the cart. He didn't know why they were playing hide-and-seek and felt strange.

Jing Chunxi suddenly wanted to be naughty and winked at his youngest cousin: "Fourth cousin, why don't you try a bite of the black flour steamed bun first and see what it tastes like?"