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Jing Changning spent over an hour walking around the back. It wasn't that explaining this matter took so long, but in the past, the clan members came to see his father and mother, and then the eldest sister-in-law who headed the family, and he had little to do. Now that he had visited all three families, he couldn't just give a few words and leave; he had to win over some of them.

There weren't many steamed buns, so he gave them to the head of each family. How to divide them was their business. However, ever since he received two thanks from his second great-uncle, the other two groups of people were very indifferent. Some people from the ancestral branch even questioned it, saying that they were worrying too much.

Fortunately, I remembered to give my third uncle a water bag, otherwise he would probably be thirsty. It must be uncomfortable to be surrounded by the tribesmen. Maybe some people would stop him and make demands.

Jing Changning didn't feel a sense of accomplishment after returning to his team. Instead, he felt exhausted. However, he still occasionally kept an eye on the three groups of tribesmen behind him. Only when he saw that some of them had begun to change did he turn back and continue on his way. If someone took action, he knew there was at least some progress. It was impossible to convince everyone. He wasn't gold or silver, so how could he have such great charm?

The faces of the adult men became much more serious, and even the old and young ones were less sloppy and walked with their backs straighter.

Some members of Second Uncle's family had already begun to take action, picking up sticks from the roadside to defend themselves, but they did so while the officers weren't paying attention. Some women, seeing from afar that the women in the General's Mansion had their faces smeared with soot, quickly grabbed handfuls of mud from the ground, mixed it with a few drops of water, and threw it on their daughters and themselves. Everyone followed suit, fearing that being slow would be detrimental to them.

It wasn't until dusk, when the officers called out to the rear, that they discovered that the women, once bright and beautiful, had become listless after only a day's journey, no longer so particular. They had all become slovenly, their faces and even their dusty prison uniforms splattered with specks of soot and yellow mud, looking worse than village women, and it was unbearable to look at them.

Many of the men were tired and looked depressed. Many of them, who looked young, also used crutches. Children also picked up sticks and used them as toys. However, the sticks in their hands were too ugly: some were crooked, some had cracked skins and branches, and some could not even kill ants. If you didn't know, you would think they were picking up firewood to burn.

A few alert officers reported to Scarface, but Scarface walked around and showed no signs of aggression. Could he possibly rebel? They ignored him. It wasn't their first time escorting a prisoner, so what could a few dead branches do? They only occasionally drove away stray dogs and cats.

After the lunch break, Jing Chunxi secretly took out nine daggers from the space. This was what she had thought of during the day. The daggers were short and sharp. It was convenient to hide them at the waist or in the boots, but it would not easily attract the attention of the officials.

My third uncle and four cousins ​​each had one, and my three aunts also had to have one for self-defense, so of course, cousin Mingyue also had one.

As for Grandpa Xiaobei and Sugar Frosting, they had already been told that there was a long knife hidden under the quilt at the bottom of the cart. It was placed there close to them and easy to use, but the long knife was a sharp weapon and should not be taken out and used unless absolutely necessary.

Jing Chunxi still felt that his grandmother and the concubines were of no use at the moment. His grandmother and the old concubine still had some strength, but it would be good if they could run away. If a real fight came, Concubine Zhao and Concubine Feng would be meat on the chopping board. Concubine Zhao also had to take care of the glutinous rice balls and had no hands free to fight; Concubine Feng, with her slender figure and waist, was also not capable of doing anything.

The old aunt may have realized that the atmosphere was not right today, so she started preparing wooden sticks, which were not even as good as fire sticks.

Seeing the familiar dagger, clearly from the Grand General's Mansion, Jing Changning's suspicions grew even stronger. He believed no one in his family would ever gift so many nearly identical daggers to his eldest sister and niece. Besides the slight bulge around her waist, it was impossible for her to hide such a heavy dagger, not even on Tang Shuang's body. She'd taken off her jacket because she felt hot while pulling the cart, so there was no way she could hide so many things.

He had carried those packages before and even touched them with his hands. He knew that there were definitely no such weapons there. How did Sister Xi take these things out of thin air?

Since her third uncle didn't ask, Jing Chunxi didn't plan to tell him right away. The road of exile would be long, and the things in the space would have to be taken out and used one day. She couldn't rack her brains to think of excuses every time. Since someone suspected her, and the person she trusted was her third uncle, it would be better to let one more person know. It would be convenient to have someone to help her on the way to get anything.

Moreover, with my third uncle being so smart, it is not easy to hide the truth from him. It is only a matter of time before he is exposed.

There were also a few packets of itching powder, cartilage powder and Wenlidao, which Jing Chunxi gave directly to his grandmother. Old Madam Jing was such a smart person that she knew the purpose of the medicine as soon as she saw the label.

Although they had a son and four grandchildren in their line of work, they were seventeen, fifteen, Sanlang was twelve, and Silang was only ten, so only three of them were truly capable. The old man, while skilled in martial arts, needed to recuperate for a while. The daughters-in-law, while not exactly top-notch, were of decent appearance, and the eldest granddaughter, who hadn't even reached marriage, was slender and charming. Most importantly, they were all young, so there were bound to be some with dirty thoughts. With these drugs, everyone could at least protect themselves.

The old lady sighed inwardly: "After all, my daughter has been hurt by the divorce, and she has made progress. She is so thoughtful about everything. No wonder she said she wanted to send her granddaughter to them to fulfill her filial piety! Isn't it all because she wants her parents to make every move firmly and steadily?"

Each of the three daughters-in-law and the eldest granddaughter received a packet of medicine powder, and the rest was given to the three aunts. Any extra was hidden under the old man's bedding. Just in case, the hiding place was told to Xiaobei and the old man.

This wave of operations also made everyone in their room feel more at ease. With weapons and poison, they felt that they could be an invincible general and fight a good battle. However, this was just a fluke mentality. Carrying these things in their possession was actually a constant reminder of the impending danger, and no one dared to relax.

They originally knew that the exile would not be peaceful, but the road ahead was long and nothing was predictable. They just wanted to live well, reach Lingnan alive, and also have the idea that they could still live and return to the capital with dignity.

Only the little glutinous rice dumpling in the car was the happiest. It was the first time for her to stay with so many people for such a long time. She ate and slept, woke up to play, played and ate, and there were even people who quarreled with her.

After drinking well water a few times, the little face, originally pale from premature birth, actually took on a natural color. Everyone thought it was the autumn sun, and they could only secretly rejoice. The exile was not entirely without its troubles.