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

Fortunately, it was the first day, and everyone in their group was still in good health. Since they were traveling on empty-handed, they hadn't experienced any dizziness. After eating the steamed buns and drinking the sweet, thirst-quenching well water, they didn't feel sleepy at all.

Seeing the old lady leaning against the partition and squinting her eyes after finishing her meal, Zhuang wanted to move forward to ask Jing Chunxi about her mother's divorce, but was discovered by Yin and Si, who gently blocked her way.

The others consciously avoided mentioning the matter. They were mainly worried about making their niece cry, and the exile was still a long way off! They could slowly learn more later, but even if they did, what would they really do? The facts were already established. Even if they hadn't been exiled, the most they could have done was for the old lady to bring the three sisters-in-law to the Marquis's mansion, claim all the dowry, and then have that scumbag father of Jing Chunxi's was beaten up.

"Uncle, there are plenty of steamed buns." Jing Chunxi whispered in his uncle's ear and stuffed another steamed bun into his uncle's mouth, fearing that he didn't know that he was hiding something.

"Don't worry, it's okay for everyone to suffer for a few days." Jing Changning pressed her hand and told her not to be too anxious, but put the steamed bun in his arms and didn't eat it immediately.

Jing Chunxi knew what his uncle meant. Along the way, in addition to being on guard against the prying eyes of people around him, he also wanted to wait and see what would happen. He saw that his cousins ​​were eating with relish, and they even said that the black flour steamed buns were chewy. They all chewed slowly and obediently.

After all four of them had finished their two steamed buns, Zhuang gave them the remaining two steamed buns. Silang grinned, "Sure enough, if I really had eaten the white flour steamed buns first, I would definitely not be able to swallow the steamed buns."

Sanlang handed the half steamed bun to his mother and said, "Black flour steamed buns are better for satisfying hunger. If you eat two and drink a few gulps of water, you'll feel bloated."

Yin smiled with relief and naturally didn't ask for his: "Eat it, I just ate one." Afraid that her son wouldn't believe her, she pointed to the people around her: "Everyone ate one, I'm sorry you've been wronged."

The four men all showed their big white teeth: "No grievance."

“The black flour steamed buns are delicious.”

"Just enough to give you one more steamed bun."

Jing Mingzhu leaned against her mother, frowning as she ate. She knew the black flour bun was tough, but she was just nibbling it for fun. Girls didn't eat much at home anyway, and a white flour bun that size was enough to fill her up. But after her mother soothed her and broke off half a bun for her, she continued to chew it slowly with water, her demeanor and movements all ladylike. But the girls in the General's Mansion weren't the kind to be bashful, effeminate, or prone to crying and making a scene. Jing Chunxi liked that.

"Uncle, the water I brought is sweeter. Drink a few more sips. Something sweet will give you more energy for walking."

Chu Chunxi handed over his water bag and snatched the water bag he had just received from the official, thinking of secretly replacing it with well water when no one was paying attention.

"Okay, you should lean on your aunt for a while, otherwise you won't have the strength to walk."

Jing Chunxi didn't go over. Instead, she returned to the cart shaft, pulled another steamed bun from the bundle, broke it in half, gave half to Little Mingzhu, and stuffed the other half into her own mouth. The little one had been lying on the cart, sleeping whenever she wanted. Perhaps she hadn't gotten enough of the show yet, as she beamed at the sight of her cousin. Chu Chunxi's weak grin wasn't entirely genuine: arguing wasn't just tiring; it also depleted her stomach's steamed bun. She felt like the last one she'd had should have been completely digested.

Little Mingzhu covered her belly and whispered that she was full, which didn't seem like a lie, and stuffed the bun back into her. It was soft and sticky, and her voice was low. She looked at Cousin Xi with admiration and gave her a thumbs up: "Cousin Xi, great!"

Then, patting her own little body, she added to herself, "Mingzhu, grow up quickly and help your cousin scold people."

Jing Chunxi couldn't help laughing, but Xiao Mingzhu hadn't finished her words yet: "You old woman!"

Jing Chunxi: ~~

Well, you're awesome! I'll wait for you to grow up.

Grandpa Xiaobei sat on the ground, leaning his head on the shorter shaft of the cart. Instead of dozing off, he looked at the two of them without blinking.

Few of the brothers in Langya Village later married, and even fewer had children. He was particularly fond of those who rolled in the mud and were extremely naughty. He had never seen such a cute and well-behaved girl in his life. My cousin was really scared just now. It's a pity that she wasn't a boy, otherwise she would definitely be able to gallop on the battlefield like the old general and defend the country.

"Grandpa Xiaobei, from now on you will ride in a cart so that it will be more convenient for you to take care of your grandfather."

"Grandpa was tired from the march before, so he's not tired. Miss, please sit down later."

Madam Jing heard their conversation, opened her eyes, and forced herself to nod to Xiaobei and said, "Your legs are not in good condition, you should take a car."

After the old lady said this, Grandpa Xiaobei felt even more embarrassed. How could the master walk while he, a servant, rode in a carriage? The old lady was older than him! But he was a little at a loss for words and didn't know how to refuse.

Finally, he moved his lips and said, "Then my cousin and I will take one ride each."

In fact, he was lying to the general when he said his legs didn't hurt after walking such a long distance. But after eating a white flour bun and drinking a few sips of sweet water, he seemed to feel that his legs were not so painful and he was not so tired anymore. He would just let the lady sit down when the time came.

"Are you tired, Auntie?" Jing Chunxi turned to look at Old Aunt Qian, who was even older than his grandmother. He had heard from his mother before that this old aunt in the mansion had no children, was a quiet woman, and spent her days in the company of the ancient Buddha and the ancient lanterns. She had come back from the border with his grandfather, and her language was different from that of the people in the capital.

"Thank you for your concern, Miss. I don't feel tired. I used to wash clothes, cook, and chop wood in the Northern Frontier. Walking this distance is nothing."

The old concubine turned her gaze to the old lady again: "Don't be sad, madam. I think it's actually quite good to be able to go out for a walk before I die, to stretch my old bones and see the clear sky outside again." When the old concubine said this, the wrinkles on her face deepened a little.

In fact, she is a few years younger than the old lady, but she was born in the northern border and lived there with the old general for more than several decades. She looks old due to the wind and sun, but her waist is not bent and her legs are not lame, and she looks still strong.

"Hmm! I heard the climate and customs in Lingnan are different from those in the north. It's worth a look." The old lady's words were filled with helplessness and sighs, and she seemed to have no expectations. The only ones who were yearning were probably the children.

Jing Chunxi took out two more candies, one for her cousin and one for Tang Shuang. Tang Shuang pushed them forward in surprise and said, "I ate two more black flour buns and I feel a little full. I should have avoided drinking those two sips of water. Master, eat them yourself! Don't think about me all the time."