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

Because we stayed at Wuliting for a long time in the morning, it was already dark when we arrived at a post station called Nanpo in the evening.

It was pitch black all around, but the elders in the suburbs of Beijing had some impression of this area and knew that Nanpo was a small town. However, there were no lights around the post station, so it was probably some distance away from the town.

The prisoners were all accommodated in large bunk beds. Each clan had more than ten to twenty members, so each family was given a single room. Those with more people had to squeeze in, while those with fewer people naturally had more space. Adding three of them wasn't too much, and it saved Jing Chunxi from having to spend money on accommodation.

Everyone was very happy with this distribution, otherwise, who knows how many disputes and arguments there would be among the tribesmen.

After the accommodations were assigned, the officials told each family to collect their food and return to their rooms. The evening meal was better. While each person was still given a black-flour steamed bun, each family also received a large bowl of clear rice porridge. After all, it was hot food, and eating it at least helped to keep away the early winter chill.

Jing Chunxi used the excuse of going to the toilet and lingered outside for a while, stretching her numb legs and feet. When no one was paying attention, she went to the kitchen to do some tinkering, and then took out two large bags of clothes and shoes that she had picked out long ago from the space, all of which were suitable for her family to wear.

Today, I saw that all the women in the family were wearing long skirts, making it very difficult to move around. My third aunt even tripped and nearly fell. My eldest aunt got angry and ripped off the hem of her and Jing Mingyue's overskirts, which were in the way. Then, completely disregarding her image as a noble lady, she walked with big strides, waving her hands and feet.

The eldest aunt was the first to let go of her original identity and the first to understand the meaning of exile, which made Jing Chunxi admire her very much.

Although they all wore robes with the word "prisoner" printed on them, they were still wearing their official attire underneath. Even my third uncle wore the moon-white robe he wore on duty, and after a day of walking, the hems of his clothes had turned black. Only my four cousins ​​regularly practiced martial arts, and wearing restrictive riding clothes was relatively convenient. However, wearing shiny silk and satin over a gray and even patched prison uniform was an eyesore and likely to arouse public outrage. It would be even more unworthy if they were harmed for no reason. After all, hatred of officials and the rich was common in every dynasty, not to mention that they were prisoners.

In exile, simple, tapered cotton was the most comfortable. Jing Chunxi had put on one of these undergarments this morning. To prevent her family from noticing anything unusual, she added a skirt over it. It wasn't the usual floor-length dress; it just stopped below the knee.

Now is the time to replace them.

"Aunt, mother has prepared some light shoes and clothes for everyone. The weather is getting colder. In addition to thin coats, there are also warm jackets. Let everyone change into them. Also, pack the clothes you take off into two packages. I will take them out later.

"Tang Shuang, come with me to the kitchen and get some food." Without even giving them a chance to ask, Jing Chunxi wanted to run outside. There were so many topics being discussed at once that she was afraid she wouldn't be able to handle it.

The two of them took a step forward and wanted to go out.

"I am coming too!"

Seeing that his cousin was still wearing a skirt, Jing Chunxi didn't hesitate and pulled her over with a smile: "Come here, we are in need of someone with more strength. You can change when your cousin comes back."

"Mingzhu should go too. Mingzhu can carry the meat buns."

Jing Chunxi found it funny and pinched the little guy who came close to him: "How did you know there were meat buns?"

"Sister Sugar Frost said: If you follow the master, you will get meat buns, and you will be the little master." She copied the exact words without missing a word.

Frosting quickly ran away, embarrassed: You little fart master, you can't hold back anything.

Everyone was a little stunned looking at the two large bags full of clothes and shoes. The package was very big and was not on the cart today, so where did it come from?

The old lady didn't say anything. Thinking of the many servants and guards Jing Yongning had sent out, she thought that someone must be following to pick them up. She felt much more at ease.

The old lady said: "Qiu Rong, my love for her is not in vain." She was naturally grateful to her daughter and niece for coming back yesterday to announce the good news.

Zhuang touched the jacket with a thick layer of cotton sewn on it, and said with gratitude: "Yes, it's hard for me." She was grateful for her thoughtfulness. It would only get colder if it went on, and a thin jacket would definitely not be able to withstand it. The jacket was very warm to wear, and it was sleeveless and convenient to walk in. Besides, it was not time to wear thick cotton clothes and trousers.

But Zhuang was still a little puzzled and couldn't help but say to the old lady, "This dress is exactly the same fabric and color as the one we ordered for the servants this year!"

The daughter-in-law was really stupid. The old lady disdainfully scolded her: "You have been in charge of the household for many years. Which servants don't wear the same colors? The most difference is whether it is coarse cloth or fine cloth."

A bag of clothes, shoes, and socks all in black, gray, and indigo—aren't they all the same? But Zhuang shook her head, still feeling a little strange: "Look at how thick the soles are. The finished products in the shops outside aren't that sophisticated."

Si Yan covered her mouth and laughed, "My sister-in-law's family is well managed. When we see good things, we feel like they are our own. My sister-in-law must have bought us the most expensive and best things, otherwise how could there be such good things."

The old lady scolded with a smile: "If you know this, then think more of Qiu Rong's goodness. When you have a good life in the future, don't despise Qiu Rong's divorced status."

"Mother, how could that be? If I could return to the capital again, I would let my aunt live with us. If these brats dare to disrespect me in the future, I would kick them out one by one."

Sanlang, who spoke the least, changed his clothes with his back turned, and muttered, "Grandma, we can definitely go back to Beijing, right?" The four men also changed their clothes. Although they were still wearing riding clothes, they changed into fine cotton clothes that were not eye-catching and were comfortable. At night, they just took off their outer clothes, wrapped themselves in quilts and went to sleep.

No one responded for a long time, and there was a long silence.

Finally, Jing Changning changed his clothes and sat next to his father. He said to his nephews, "Coming back isn't impossible, so don't be discouraged. Auntie is still trying to find a way to exonerate us. Don't let yourself get discouraged. When you get to Lingnan, you can study and practice martial arts. Even if you never come back, you can still make a living in Lingnan."

Si Lang immediately responded: "Thank you for your teachings, Third Uncle. I am also a man and I will definitely work hard. I can't be worse than Sister Xi."

Dalang immediately patted his chest and said, "Don't worry! Uncle San, we won't give up. This journey is also an experience for us. From now on, any heavy work at home will be carried out by the four of us brothers. I will also train my brothers in boxing and kicking every day."

Erlang, who was lying straight on the bed without saying a word, heard their conversation, especially the sentence "study when you should study". His eyes became brighter. He supported his head with his hands and thought silently that he had passed the examination for the title of Tongsheng two years ago. If he had not been exiled, he would have been able to take the examination for the title of Xiucai in another year.

Sanlang tentatively said, "How about when we get to Lingnan, we can bring our aunt and brother over so we can take care of them."

Everyone fell silent again. Who knows what will happen in the future? The future is unpredictable and there is no way to plan in advance. We can only take it one step at a time.

It’s not that we can’t bring them here, but is that really a good idea?