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

Jing Changning's suspicion grew deeper and deeper. His niece had already taken out quite a few bags of money from her bosom, and he didn't know how much was left in her waist.

Jing Chunxi hadn't left the house except to go to the toilet and fetch food. Food could certainly be bought for a little money. Where did the clothes, shoes, and hairpins for those dozen people come from? Hadn't Tang Shuang or Uncle Bei been told about it? But they didn't have the time either. Uncle Bei, in particular, had always been with his father, even running to the toilet.

Or perhaps Zhou Wei had arranged for someone to secretly follow him along the way, ready to provide him with supplies? But how did they communicate? Did the person who followed him also stay at this official post station?

But as long as things can be done well, it's fine. He doesn't want to dwell on it too much. It's just that his niece is too independent now. He doesn't know how much her elder sister or Zhou Wei taught her before she left. Other girls of his age don't have such a good memory.

He touched the stack of silver notes in his arms, which were all worth twenty, fifty, and one hundred taels. He felt that he was useless in front of his niece.

The four of them went out and brought back two buckets of hot water. Luckily, there were a few empty wooden basins in the kitchen, so they brought them all over. They poured out one basin first and asked Jing Changning and Uncle Xiaobei to wipe the old general's body.

The rest of the water was shared, with the exception of a basin for the old lady. The men had half a bucket, the women had half, and they could only share two towels. On the first day, I just planned to wipe my face and go to sleep.

There were a lot of items in the cloth space, but Jing Chunxi didn't want to find out a dozen more items in front of his third uncle's blatant trial eyes. If he was to be exiled, he had to act like one, which was too unfair to the elders.

"Sister Xi, come here and soak your feet with grandma, and sleep next to me later." After seeing Jing Chunxi wipe her face, Old Madam Jing called to her.

"Okay! It's warm to sleep with grandma." Jing Chunxi answered very straightforwardly. He came over, kicked off his shoes, rolled up his socks, sat on the edge of the bed and put his feet in.

"Ah! It's hot! Woo woo!" Jing Chunxi screamed and lifted his feet exaggeratedly, splashing water all over the floor.

"You child, you are just like the Jing family, you are so impatient." Although she knew that her granddaughter was doing it on purpose, the old lady still stroked her gently and combed her smooth long hair with her fingers.

Jing Chunxi acted cute and innocent: "It's so troublesome to put my hair up. I'll use a headband tomorrow."

"Do whatever makes you feel comfortable," the old lady said lovingly. "I'll ask your third aunt to comb your hair tomorrow."

"okay!"

In her previous life, she lived in Zhuangzi and had always used hairbands. She found it much more convenient. She didn't feel tired on her head when she let her hair hang down naturally, and there was no pain from the tearing.

Tang Shuang probably didn't know how to style her hair either. Her simple hair accessory was a sure sign that Jing Chunxi didn't intend to bother her aunts every day. She had to get up before dawn to serve her grandmother, and even had to queue for washing and going to the toilet. She didn't have the time for that, and she didn't want to be fussy.

"I'll use a hairband tomorrow, too." Jing Mingyue had sat down next to them at some point, and first took off the wooden hairpin she had just put on. Her long hair reached her waist, and the gray servant's uniform without any decoration did not look cheap on a young lady with a bright face like her. Instead, it gave her a kind of pure and elegant beauty.

If it weren't for the confiscation of property and exile, this cousin would have been engaged in the past two years. If it weren't for her rebirth, she must have had a miserable fate in her previous life.

"I want to sleep next to my grandmother, too." Jing Mingyue seemed to be asking for more, looking at her grandmother with anticipation.

"Okay! Okay! You guys can be grandma's little stove."

After wiping her face, Jing Mingzhu was held in Aunt Zhao's arms. She also wanted to sleep together with her cousin Xi, but she was reluctant to leave her aunt. Her eyebrows were slightly wrinkled, and she looked very conflicted.

"Cousin, you'll have to smear some pot ash on your face later. Go to the kitchen and scrape half a bowl of icing sugar over here. It will be too hot if you light the fire tomorrow."

"Yes, Master!"

Jing Mingyue looked at Jing Chunxi in surprise, unable to react for a moment. Silang also thought his cousin was teasing her sister, but the other women in the family had also begun to think things through. Third Madam Si Yan, in particular, unconsciously touched her smooth face. Jing Changning stared at her face in amazement. She had a quiet, scholarly temperament, and was quite a beauty. Furthermore, having been married to Jing Changning for only a few months, she was less than two years older than Jing Mingyue, a woman at her peak of beauty.

Zhuang: "Sister Xi is so thoughtful. We don't have to wait until the day after tomorrow. Starting tomorrow, we should start styling our hair. And don't comb it too neatly. A little messiness is fine as long as it doesn't affect walking."

The mistress of the house thought everything through and gave orders immediately.

But the old aunt didn't quite understand and asked, "Why do you apply it the day after tomorrow?"

Little girl Jing Chunxi smiled cunningly: "Secret!"

Yin went forward to help the old lady wipe her feet dry, and then helped Jing Chunxi wipe them. The old lady urged Jing Chunxi: "Take off your outer clothes and go to bed quickly. You will be tired tomorrow." Then she lay down too.

The big bunk beds are all connected together, and since they are all family members, there is no need to worry too much. Men sleep on one side and women sleep on the other, with a quilt separating them. Grandpa Xiaobei was pulled by the old general to sleep together, and Tangshuang consciously slept at the very edge.

The post station probably changed out its thin quilts in the early autumn. Although they didn't look too dirty, they still smelled like feet. Even so, the three of them had to share one bed.

Sleeping in her grandmother's arms felt so comfortable and warm. It wasn't until she could hear the faint snoring coming from her grandmother's nose that her cousin fell asleep. Only then did Jing Chunxi gently push away the restraints of her grandmother's embrace. It wasn't that sleeping curled up felt uncomfortable, but she still had to go into the space to explore more.

She'd been busy since her rebirth, and she was exhausted last night. She huddled with her mother, unable to sleep, but quietly taking in the sudden change. What else could this space do? What else did she not know? Tonight, she wanted to take a closer look.

Her mind went in immediately, luckily her body was still on the bed. This time she didn't go directly to the pharmacy, but took a walk outside the house.

The farm had plenty of land, and a stream surrounded it; she thought, "I should definitely plant something." She thought of the beans, wheat, rice, beans, sweet potatoes, potatoes, taro, and even the handfuls of greens that seemed to still have their roots. If she could plant them all in the space, wouldn't she have to worry about fresh food along the way? She hurried to the warehouse to rummage around. Luckily, the items had been sorted as they came in, so finding them wasn't difficult.

I just want to pick out all the plants that I think are worth planting, but I'm at a loss as to how to plant them.

In her previous life, she had planted many things in the farm, but with so many varieties, she had to dig holes one by one, spread them on the ground, and then water them. She didn't get any sleep at night.