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

Jing Changning asked Jing Chunxi for six white flour buns, wrapped them in a cloth bag, and put four of them in his arms, while wrapping the other two in a handkerchief. He then walked over and whispered something to the old lady, who nodded. He then gradually slowed down his pace and soon fell behind the group, first joining the group of his second uncle's family following closely behind them, and then a quarter of an hour later he went to the group of the old patriarch.

Jing Chunxi was secretly thinking about how to protect his family next. He couldn't just waste his talents and not be on guard at all just because Uncle Zhou Wei was there.

She wanted to lay out all the sharp weapons in the space and let each family member have one. But she knew that was not possible. If the police saw them, not only would they suspect their origins, but in serious cases, they might think they were planning a rebellion. In addition to confiscating property, the most important thing during a house search was to prevent the prisoners from hiding sharp weapons. If they were charged with rebellion, the police could execute them on the spot.

But having nothing in hand wouldn't work either. Who knows what those vicious, ruthless criminals will do when they're in dire straits? They're all desperate, so it's normal for them to find someone to take the blame before they die.

When it was almost time for break, seeing that his third uncle had not returned yet, Jing Chunxi whispered to his eldest aunt again.

After yesterday's disturbance, the officials hadn't called for a break yet. Jing Chunxi prepared food for Grandpa, Grandma, and Little Glutinous Rice Ball. They ate secretly as they hurried along, no one paying much attention. It was still warm white flour buns. Jing Chunxi didn't offer anything else except water, simply encouraging everyone to drink more water if they were thirsty. They had eaten their fill this morning, and the leftover black flour buns from last night hadn't been given away. Those who weren't full with just one bun could continue to eat.

Even if she chewed slowly, the steamed bun would eventually be finished. Seeing Jing Mingyue finish the last bite, Zhuang Shi smeared her face with her blackened hands.

"Mom, didn't I paste it this morning? Do you think I'm not ugly enough?" Jing Mingyue was furious and had no patience with her mother.

Zhuang scolded her with a smile: "No matter how ugly she is, she is still my daughter." She put another piece of paper on her neck. Her daughter was too pretty, and it would be a troublesome thing to exile her.

Ever since Jing Chunxi's reminder, Zhuang had been on guard. Even before reaching Dafeng County, she'd already dressed her daughter up early in the morning. But the ash, when first wiped on, was black. Once it dried, it would flake off, turning gray, and even the fresh, tender skin could be seen through. Seeing her daughter's still-beautiful face, she naturally wasn't satisfied. With a few smudges of ash, the innocent beauty instantly became a dirty, ugly creature. And with the ragged coat covering her, she looked like a village girl collecting firewood and begging. If Jing Mingyue had a mirror, she'd be furious.

The little glutinous rice dumpling was curious at first, but when she saw her elder sister's dark face and her smile showing only two rows of white teeth, she clapped her hands and then covered her mouth and laughed: "Ah? Big sister is so ugly."

Jing Mingyue was the first one to be made ugly. She had been pointed at and laughed at for a long time in the morning, and now she was being smeared with soot. She refused to accept it: "If we are going to be ugly, we should all be ugly together." Jing Mingyue touched her own face and smeared the excess soot on the little glutinous rice dumpling's face. The little glutinous rice dumpling was so angry that he cried out: "Big sister, you are ugly and mean!"

Aunt Zhao covered his mouth at once: "Don't be disrespectful to your elder sister." This child's nature was released when he was out in the wild, and he was spoiled to the point of being lawless. Now he dares to be disrespectful to his elder sister, no matter how powerful she is.

In fact, although Jing Mingyue didn't like playing with children who were too young, she had never been harsh towards her half-brothers and half-sisters. Moreover, she was cheerful and didn't bother with the little girl at all. She knew her mother was doing this for her own good. Safety was the most important thing during this journey. She wasn't busy getting engaged, so she didn't care about whether the girl was ugly or not.

At this moment, she suddenly remembered the wretched and dirty face of Eunuch Li when he looked at her. She was still frightened, so she did not reject the dirt on her face. She casually picked up a straw from the cart and put it in her mouth, shaking her head, pretending to be nonchalant and comfortable. She had completely forgotten that she was originally a young lady who was going into exile.

Si Lang was not afraid of trouble. He was pushing the cart from the back and didn't pay much attention to his eldest sister's face. Now he saw everyone laughing and followed his eldest sister and called out, "Ugly girl." Jing Mingyue was so angry that she went around the back of the cart and hit him twice. The atmosphere was very lively with laughter and everyone was watching as a joke.

Erlang and Sanlang also joined in the commotion: "He's just a chatterbox, big sister (sister), give him a couple more punches."

Zhuang looked at her big, dirty hands with a bit of disgust, then thought about what Jing Chunxi had just reminded her, and smeared some on her face as well, but it looked a lot lighter than the one on Jing Mingyue's face.

She looked again at Sister Xi's fair, tender face, delicate features, barely larger than her palm, and finally gently rubbed her cheek. Jing Chunxi didn't shy away, knowing her aunt was protective of her. Her past life memories taught her that when bad people get mean, they won't even spare little girls, and some perverts even specifically prey on young children.

However, she didn't know whether those serious criminals would join their team tonight or be brought over tomorrow morning, so she reminded her aunt to prepare in advance.

"Is what my dear nephew said true?" The first person to hear it was the second uncle. After hearing what Jing Changning said, he quickly called his four sons over.

"It's absolutely true. It's normal to add some people during the exile journey, but this time there are so many."

Jing Changning was afraid that they wouldn't believe him, so he pointed forward. Looking over, he saw Jing Mingzhu and Silang running and playing. Jing Mingzhu's face was as black as the bottom of a pot, and there was no trace of her original appearance. In one word: ugly.

After explaining what he wanted to say, Jing Changning asked them to look for some handy tools and continued walking to the back.

The youngest son, still a little hopeful, said half-believingly, "They are being escorted by officials, so they shouldn't be in any trouble."

She was immediately glared at by her second uncle: "What did I tell you today? If you want to survive, you should just listen to your uncle's family. If it weren't for the danger, who would have messed up such a good girl? Can you compare with Changning in literary talent, or can you compare with those boys in their family in martial arts?"

The older ones understood better: "They are just kindly reminding us, not trying to harm us. We should just do what they say. They are not trying to lead us into a trap."

The second daughter-in-law, who was the most outgoing, quickly grabbed a handful of dirt from the ground and said to the other two sisters-in-law, "Hurry up and add some water to me."