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

"What did you say? You dare to curse my grandfather? Come here and beat them up, or you won't have any food today."

Wu Tou was quite charismatic. All of a sudden, four or five little boys younger than him rushed out from behind him. They had no idea where they came from, but after two days, they were covered in dirt like mud monkeys. Some of them even had runny noses, and were even worse than the children in the village.

The two men stepped forward and grabbed the little girl and the thin boy to beat them. After all, there were more people on their side. Although Jing Yongqiang felt that the situation was not good, two more boys aged six or seven stood up. They seemed to have been beaten just now, and if they stood up now, they would only be beaten more badly. Suddenly, there were insults and beatings one after another, and the single fight turned into a group fight.

"I want to see who dares to claim to be the king of my village. If you want to die, get out of the village and fend for yourself."

Jing Qiurong hadn't expected to see such a chaotic scene the moment she stepped through the gates of the manor. She had been watching for quite a while. Ziyi had long wanted to step forward to stop it, and Pu Ge'er, unable to bear it any longer, also wanted to rush out, but Jing Qiurong held them back.

She continued to observe for a while, and only spoke out when she saw that the situation was serious. It would be troublesome if the child was killed, and if he was injured, she would have to help them find a doctor, which was something she didn't want to see.

But the five people fighting didn't seem to hear his words, nor did they notice them, and they couldn't stop at all. At this time, he didn't care who was the master. The five people even shouted: "Kill them, kill them, look at their bad mouths."

"Beat this cheap, money-losing bitch! She even tried to call herself our aunt just now. How dare she! Beat her up!"

Seeing that her angry scolding just now had no effect and the noise was getting more and more intense, Jing Qiurong also got angry. She really had never seen such a naughty child: "Zi Yi, deal with that guy called Wu Tou first."

"Yes!" Zi Yi had been itching to practice for a long time. When the General's Mansion was selecting the maids for the dowry, they also put in a lot of effort. If you don't know some boxing and kicking skills, you won't be selected. If she doesn't practice, she will feel that her hands are numb.

Zi Yi rushed forward and separated the two leaders with three punches and two kicks: "Don't move if you want to live." Then he picked up the five heads.

"You bitch, put me down quickly, or you're dead. Six Heads and Seven Heads, come and help me." Wu Tou was punched several times by Zi Yi, and blood was oozing from his forehead. However, his feet couldn't reach the ground, so he could only kick desperately, kicking the mud on Zi Yi's feet and cursing dirty words. Zi Yi slapped him hard twice, and his little head drooped down, but his bleeding mouth was still cursing, and his mouth was very dirty, cursing about what his father and his mother did in bed.

The remaining boys from the clan leader's family wanted to rush forward at first, but when they saw Jing Qiurong and Pu Ge'er standing behind them, they felt they were familiar with each other. Then they saw a few more people running out from the big house in a hurry, so they quickly ran away at a very fast speed and disappeared into the bushes.

The thin boy and the little girl were stunned for a moment when they saw them. The thin boy reacted the fastest and crawled down to his knees first, followed by the little girl, and then the two boys of six or seven years old who had just come in to help also knelt down.

Little girl: "Auntie...Auntie!"

Little boy: "Aunt, please punish me!"

They all knew this aunt who married into the Pingyang Marquis's Mansion. Although they rarely saw her in person during normal times, they could still see her occasionally during the New Year holidays.

The two behind also called her aunt, and the four crying girls were all young and confused. One of them was no more than five years old. She was sitting and holding the youngest child, trying to comfort her. Seeing the older brothers and sisters kneeling down, even those holding the younger ones followed suit, forgetting to cry. Their faces flushed red, and it was unclear whether they were crying because of being beaten or because of anger.

Jing Qiurong looked at the two older ones standing in the front, but couldn't call out their names: "Everyone, stand up. We are all family, so don't kneel down from now on."

The little boy looked at the girl but didn't stand up. The girl bowed stubbornly and sincerely, then raised her head and said, "It was big sister who saved our lives, otherwise my brothers and sisters and I would have no place to go. Big sister deserves our bow." Although the little girl was young, she was of the same generation as Jing Qiurong, so there was nothing wrong with calling her big sister.

Jing Qiurong had no choice but to go up and help the little girl: "You two are great. Take good care of your younger brothers and sisters in the future. Go back."

"Yes! Thank you, Auntie!" The girls responded loudly. The little girl stood up, ran to the back, picked up the youngest, and then pulled the one holding the baby to the side. The boys who had been fighting ran at the back, protecting their siblings, but they kept looking back, twice, at Jing Qiurong and Pu Ge'er.

Pu Ge'er watched silently the whole time, and only said after seeing them walk away: "This brother and sister are better than Wutou and the others!"

Jing Qiurong patted his head and said, "Pu Ge'er is a good boy. He now knows how to distinguish right from wrong."

The little fellow's face flushed with anger, and he was a little indignant: "But Pu Ge'er is angry. Mother shouldn't help Wu Tou's family. They bully others and are not good people."

"Let's talk about it later. Maybe they were just led astray." Jing Qiurong could only comfort herself in this way. A group of children under ten years old were arrogant and domineering relying on his grandfather's status as the patriarch of the family. It must be because they lacked discipline in the past.

But since the people have been brought here, and they are all grown up, and some are really young, we can't go back on our word. If we let them go, they will die.

Moreover, now that the children have been taken out, they probably don't know why their family members were exiled. At least they have not been verbally abused by their elders, who vented their resentment on their lineage. This is a blessing in disguise, otherwise they might have bullied the lineage of the General's Mansion.

Jing Qiurong's current thinking was simple. After all, they all had the surname Jing. She could help those she could, but she didn't need them to feel grateful to her in the future. She wouldn't be too kind to those who truly couldn't be helped. At most, she'd support them for a few years to see if she could straighten them out. If that didn't work out, she'd give them some land and let them move out. Whether they lived well or not was their own business.

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