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Old Lady Wang had been quiet for a few days, but now she jumped out again, knowing that she would have a share of the good position. She had always been on the side of the old clan leader. "Why? Just because Yongsheng is the clan leader, the legitimate son, and the eldest wife, you have to give in to us."

Seeing that their father-in-law finally stood up, Jing Yongqiang's wives were no longer afraid. Seeing that Old Lady Wang was courting death, they also stepped forward and pointed at her and cursed: "Haha! You? Old Lady Wang, who do you think you are? You should sleep on the street."

"That's right, your family belongs to you, but it has nothing to do with us."

"As the old patriarch is here and he's our blood relative, he should take care of us. Don't just think about taking advantage of us. Otherwise, these sticks of ours are not vegetarians, and they're not just for beating bandits. We'll beat anyone who dares to come up to us."

After saying this, Jing Yongqiang's sons and grandsons banged the sticks in their hands on the floor, showing no fear at all. They finally dared to stand up for their family and united in their hatred of the enemy.

Why is it said that unity is strength? As long as a family unites as one and faces the outside world in unison, they will not be bullied! Even the king of heaven would be afraid.

"What are you doing? If you make any more noise, go and sleep in the middle of the road. Hurry up and get the steamed buns and water. If you make any more noise, you won't get any food." Datou and Ertou were whipped twice, and their shoulders immediately bled. They cried out "Ouch, ouch". At the age of sixteen or seventeen, they hid behind their mother, not daring to say a word. They looked like bullies who only bullied the weak and feared the strong, and just kept shouting in pain.

Old Lady Wang jumped up again, wanting to speak up for the old clan leader's family: "Why are you still beating people? Oh my! The officers are going to beat them to death!"

"I'm going to beat you, you crazy woman. If you keep yelling and making trouble, I'll just throw you into the mountains to feed the wolves." The officer didn't give face to anyone just because they were older. He got angry and whipped Old Woman Wang directly on her waist. Old Woman Wang staggered and fell to the ground, crying and howling even louder, but no one stood up for her or helped her. No one included Old Woman Wang and the others in their "we".

When Su saw the ferocious look of the officer, she shrank her neck and wanted to go forward to help, but when she saw the whip raised by the officer, she was afraid and retreated.

Lin even hid in the back, holding her daughter. She said nothing and didn't even look at them, completely treating them as outsiders. He was so old that he even dared to snatch the little black flour bun from her daughter's hand. What kind of family member was he? She naturally didn't care, knowing that she couldn't do anything about it. Instead, she felt a little gloating. At this moment, she wished she didn't have such a family member.

Finally settled down.

While there was still some light, everyone in each room went to collect firewood after settling down. In such weather, people would freeze to death if they didn't light a fire at night.

Soon four fires were lit by the wall on their side. Two were lit by Dalang and his friends, and two were lit by Second Uncle's family. The flames illuminated the dark night. They leaned against the wall, illuminated by the warm firelight, and covered themselves with a warm new quilt. Even on the road of exile, they could still feel a sense of happiness.

Little Dumpling rolled around excitedly on the oilcloth and played hide-and-seek with her fourth brother using the quilt. The feeling of using the floor as a bed and the ceiling as a quilt was very novel to her, even better than the first time she slept on a large bunk bed. It made her feel that the family was closer, and she giggled while playing.

There is no hot water for soaking feet tonight. With so many people going in to get well water, I'm afraid there will be a long queue, and it will be easy to conflict with other prisoners. It's better to stay away from them. It seems that I can only eat and go to bed early.

"Sister-in-law."

Jing Chunxi suddenly heard the voice of an unfamiliar young woman. The voice sounded a little hesitant and a little timid. The voice was very small but it sounded very abrupt in the dark night. Everyone couldn't help but look up.

Lin carried a large pile of firewood and placed it next to their fire. Little Qiaoqiao also held a piece of firewood in each hand, which was taller than her, so she could only drag it. She held her mother's clothes with one hand and followed her mother timidly, not daring to look up at anyone.

"What's wrong? Lin!" She had called out to Zhuang, but Yin replied directly. They had both lost their husbands, and although they weren't familiar with each other before, she had heard of them. After a few days, she felt a little sympathetic towards the mother and daughter, and was glad that she had married into such a loving family as the General's Mansion.

"We... it's cold over there. Can we... can we... sleep here with our daughter?" Lin's voice was very low and a little hoarse. It was unclear whether she was hungry or thirsty. Her thin face was too pale to show any blush. She was embarrassed but had to come over. There was a hint of pleading in her voice.

Perhaps fearing they might misunderstand, Lin quickly pointed to a corner next to the fire, closest to the roadside, and said, "I'm not... not sleeping on the oilcloth, I'm just warming myself by the fire. I'll pick up some more firewood, I won't take away yours."

The place she was pointing to was originally a public area, not theirs. She just wanted to get closer to the fire to keep warm, but no one said anything immediately.

Looking over there, Old Lady Wang and Mrs. Su didn't buy bedding last night, but both of them wrapped themselves in new cotton-padded clothes, huddled in a corner with their faces licked, and leaned closely against the outskirts of the clan leader's family, with no intention of taking care of them at all.

The mother and daughter were still wearing the same clothes they had worn when they left the capital. Although they were not patched, they were made of fine cotton cloth that was slightly better than coarse cloth. Fortunately, they both had a cotton-padded jacket on, so they didn't freeze to death.

But the shoes on Mrs. Lin's feet were so tight that her toes were exposed. But look at Mrs. Wang and Mrs. Su, they were still wearing silk!

Someone sighed softly: "Ah, she is also a miserable woman."

Yin finally felt a little compassion and continued, "We'll lie down later. If there's room on the oilcloth, you can lie down next to us. Don't let Qiaoqiao get cold."

"Hey, hey, thank you! Thank you, second sister-in-law, thank you ladies, I-I-will go find some more firewood and make sure the fire is burning brightly." Lin may not have held much hope at the beginning, but now that she heard that she had been agreed and could even sleep on oilcloth, her face flushed slightly with excitement. She snatched the firewood from Qiaoqiao's hand and put it down, then pulled Qiaoqiao to continue looking for firewood, for fear of taking too much advantage and being disliked.