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

Jing Chunxi washed his face and went in. He saw that Tang Shuang and his three aunts had already put in new pillows and bedding. Several people were still discussing, "Sure enough, the pillows and bedding used by ordinary people are all the same. I think they are exactly the same as the ones we used at the post station a few days ago."

"That's right. But in this village, if every household uses the same stuff, then we don't know when it might be stolen."

"Your words remind me. Let's thread the needle quickly. We should mark these beds. I think we should embroider the word 'Jing'."

"What's the point of embroidering the word 'Jing'? I think the other two families will definitely not be willing to pay for it. Then when they say it's theirs, they won't be able to explain it. It's better to embroider my mother's surname, Yao."

"Hmm! That's great. I'll embroider this bed."

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Jing Chunxi lay down on the bed contentedly, squinting his eyes and taking a nap. He found his aunts' words very funny. The things that he had previously disdained to give to servants, he now regarded as treasures.

Tonight we still requested an extra bunk bed, and the women still shared the room. With so many quilts and beddings, there was naturally enough for both sides, and we no longer had to hide them in front of everyone.

Suddenly, I heard my grandmother's voice: "Xi Jie'er, where is your third uncle? Why hasn't he come back?"

"Grandma, this new quilt is so warm and soft that my waist doesn't hurt when I lie down. Please lie down and try it." Jing Chunxi answered crisply, but did not open his eyes, patiently enjoying the warmth.

Madam Jing smiled and nodded her little head, saying, "No wonder everyone says you're a lazy bum who doesn't want to get up once you lie down.

"But……"

Grandma's voice suddenly stretched out and paused, forcing Jing Chunxi to open her eyes. She saw Madam Jing looking at her with an inquiring and slightly teasing look in her eyes. She said, "Grandma, look... this quilt and pillow... are they from the night before?"

Jing Chunxi: ...

She wanted to say: Grandma, this is not the way to talk today.

I sleep, I doze off, I act like a completely clueless little baby.

Seeing that his grandmother really lay down beside her, Jing Chunxi didn't respond to her words. He put his arms around her neck, kissed her cheek, rubbed the warmth of her body, and whispered, "Third uncle and Daqing uncle are walking behind, but..."

She was just keeping it a secret, because who wouldn't? She also pretended to be mysterious, letting only my grandmother know: "Just now, we ran into Uncle Zhou Wei on the street, and my third uncle went over to talk to him for a while."

After hearing these words, Old Madam Jing felt much better. She did not ask Jing Chunxi what he had heard or known. She just kept saying, "Good! Good! It's good that you saw it." The wrinkles on her face smoothed out, and her eyes became a little moist.

The old lady had long since faced the confiscation and exile, facing this reality with unwavering confidence, wishing only for the well-being of everyone. Now that she had loyal servants and guards following her closely, she felt a great deal more at ease, her anxiety finally at ease. Furthermore, the old man was almost fully recovered, so she would have someone to consult with in the future.

Jing Chunxi fell asleep in a daze and had no idea when his grandmother left.

I don't know how long I slept until Jing Mingyue came over and pinched my nose: "Lazy sister, hurry up and get up to eat. There is chicken soup, fish and tofu tonight, it's delicious. If you are late, there will be no chicken legs left."

Jing Chunxi thought it was daybreak! Hearing this, he realized that dinner was just ready. No wonder he hadn't slept enough. But after a short nap, he felt refreshed, all the fatigue of the day gone, and he jumped up in a flash.

Everyone was very happy. Although I saw some newly bought steamed buns and even some dried noodles when things were just moved in, I was still a little uninterested. After all, I'd been eating the same thing for a few days and was getting a little bored. I had been craving a new meal for a long time.

Now that there were so many grains and fresh vegetables as well as chicken, fish and tofu, Zhuang discussed with her two sisters-in-law Yin and cooked a big pot of white rice in the evening, made a stew of chicken with potatoes, a fish with tofu, and fried cabbage. The freshness made people salivate.

Fortunately, I bought two big pots. Although I still spent money to cook in the kitchen, using two big pots and a large basin to hold the dishes was full, with good color, aroma and taste. I wanted to bite off the root of my tongue before it even entered my mouth.

After the meal was ready, he took a bowl of each and gave it to Uncle Bei and his father, then called all the men over. He also didn't forget to have Dalang and the others deliver rice and vegetables to the officials, which earned them a wave of goodwill. The other officials had originally had some concerns when they saw them buying so many things, even buying a donkey cart in violation of regulations, but now they stopped gossiping after getting the benefit.

The faster the prisoners walked, the less they lost along the way, and the sooner they could complete their mission and return home. The more things the prisoners bought, the better, as it meant they still had money in their pockets. If everyone behaved like the general's mansion, they wouldn't have to eat cold steamed buns or porridge that was so thick that you could see your reflection in it for every meal. Wouldn't that be a bargain for them? A few more lashes at the right time would force the prisoners to pay their respects, a truly beneficial outcome.

"The food tonight is the best. The rice cooked by my aunt is so delicious, soft and sticky." Everyone finally had a meal of white rice, and now they treated it as a delicious delicacy. Jing Chunxi kept talking.

Zhuang also saw that Jing Chunxi bought a lot, both coarse grains and fine grains. Now several people in the family have a lot of money in their hands. She is said to be the head of the family, but today she basically did not use the money in her hands. Naturally, she became rich and extravagant. She used all the refined rice to cook dry rice without adding even half a bucket of water. The taste of the rice must be impeccable, and it smells delicious.

This is still in line with the old general and Madam Jing's ideas: health is the capital for progress, and only by eating well can you avoid getting sick.

"This tofu is so tender that it even tastes better than the fish. It was cooked by my mother." The little glutinous rice dumpling ate a mouthful of rice and a mouthful of tofu, his mouth full of oil, and he did not forget to praise the person who cooked it.

Jing Mingyue immediately teased her: "Yes, yes, you are the only one who has a sweet mouth. All the delicious food is cooked by your mother."

The little glutinous rice dumpling pouted and argued: "That's right, I was watching beside me. The eldest lady was cooking rice and making chicken soup. My mother said that the braised fish with tofu was delicious, so she was the one who rushed to cook it. It was delicious." After saying this, she smacked her lips to show that she was telling the truth.

Yin scratched her nose lovingly: "You are so sweet-mouthed, it's worth loving you."

After that, I fed her a small piece of fish. The little one was a bit picky about food and usually wouldn't eat fish, but now she chewed it with gusto and kept saying, "Fish is delicious too." This made everyone laugh.

He Xijie each got a large chicken drumstick, and Silang was even more delighted: "Why didn't I think chicken was so delicious when I was at home? Mom, do you have this skill? Why didn't you show off your skills before?"

Zhuang laughed and scolded again, "There were so many things going on in the mansion before, and you little idiots were too busy to take care of them. How could you possibly manage the kitchen? You're so proud of yourself. You're lucky to have something to eat. Go ahead and praise us, and praise us as much as you can. After all, this meal was cooked by your second aunt together. When you eat it, remember our kindness and don't learn from those ungrateful people from other families."

Sanlang picked up a piece of potato and put it in his mouth, his mouth full of happiness: "If my aunt tells us to go east, we won't go west. We will go wherever she points." This caused another burst of laughter.