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

Chun Tao saw that Jing Yi was unhappy, so she winked at Xiao Man and said, "Let Tang Shuang light the fire and let that guy cook something delicious for us."

He turned around and called out, "Xiao Man, the first month of the lunar year, the first day of the lunar year, come and help move the things quickly. Didn't you see that the young lady and the prince have already gone over? Hurry up."

Xiaoman took it for granted that Sister Chuntao sent the frosting away so that everyone could have something good to eat.

In reality, Jing Chunxi and Xu Zize didn't go directly to the room. Instead, they went to the carriage at the edge. The white horse pulling the carriage hadn't been freed yet, and when it saw someone approaching, it wearily swung its tail and tapped its iron paws as if to urge someone to lead it to the manger.

"How about braised pork? We still have plenty of steamed buns and wonton noodles." Jing Chunxi got into the carriage and began to quietly count the food in the space.

"Don't think about anything else. Take out the bacon and cured duck. You don't need too many vegetables." Xu Zize lowered his voice and reminded deliberately, while looking vigilantly to see if anyone was approaching.

They mostly stayed in restaurants along the way, as restaurants were convenient for dining, as they could simply open a few tables. However, just in case, they had food supplies every day.

Although the weather in the south is still a bit chilly, the wind is blowing from the southeast. The humidity isn't strong, but it does make people feel stuffy. Therefore, they only prepare fresh food for the day, usually enough for one meal for everyone.

But since yesterday, there have been too many displaced persons and refugees along the way, and most of the shops in the market town have closed for fear of being robbed. Even in the vegetable market, it is difficult to buy good things, so there are only food and a small amount of vegetables on the car.

We have been traveling all the way, and we can’t do without some food for everyone. We can only take the preserved bacon, duck and fish from the space.

"Jingyi, the meat is here!" The bag on the guard's shoulder was so heavy that his veins bulged. The green vegetable leaves in his other hand were so juicy that they were not as fresh as those just picked from the ground.

The flames from the stove licked the black bottom of the pot, making half of Jingyi's face shine. He nimbly took the vegetables, and the dew on the leaves rolled into his calloused palms, feeling very cold.

Jingyi said to Tangshuang, "Everyone said I could cook something delicious for Shuang'er tonight, but you just didn't believe it. With Brother Yi here, how could I let our Shuang'er go hungry." He deliberately bit the word "Shuang'er" lingeringly, but the force of the knife back hitting the garlic was so great that the garlic cloves on the chopping board were instantly shattered into pieces.

The guard who put down his things and turned around to leave, heard him call "Shuang'er" sweetly, and knew that he had ulterior motives. He couldn't help but turn around and tease, "You have too many goose bumps, you shouldn't burn the skin of the bacon."

"What are you talking about? We're not eating chicken. Why don't you cook the bacon? It's edible even without cooking." Sugar Frost didn't understand the hidden meaning in their words. She simply thought that this guard probably didn't cook and couldn't chew the bacon without cooking the skin.

Her hand holding the tongs paused, and the stove ash raised fine dust that fell on the ends of her hair.

"Ignore him, he's a stinky man with a bad mouth." Chuntao added a handful of pine branches into the stove, and the fragrance of burning resin immediately spread.

"That's right. You can't cook, but you still give me orders. I still prefer the food cooked by Brother Yi." Frosting scooped water too vigorously, splashing water. The shaking well water in the wooden scoop reflected her slightly red cheeks.

Fortunately, the guard walked away after saying this, otherwise the conversation between the two would have made him so angry that he would turn back again.

Just after midnight, several dark shadows, who thought they were sneaking into the yard through the tilted broken door, were soon spotted by Qingfeng and the others.

"Why not steal the horse? We can sell it for food."

"That's right. Look at all the carriages and horses. I don't know how many people are living inside. If you catch them, they won't survive."

"You don't have any medicine, so how can you steal a horse? If the horse neighs, everyone will be alarmed. It's better to go to one or two secluded houses and find some food or copper coins to avoid starving to death."

They didn't look like adults and their voices were childish. Qingfeng and Kuaijiao glanced at everyone around them, and the guards dropped their swords.

Kuaijiao waved his hand again, and several people surrounded the door.

"Who are you? Put down your weapons and raise your hands." After making sure that they were all surrounded, Kuaijiao immediately shouted.

"Ah!" Someone seemed to be frightened.

"Sir, please spare my life, sir, please spare my life."

"Woo!"

There were several thuds in succession. "The untouchables are indeed very hungry and just want to find something to eat. We are not robbers, nor are we bad people."

After one person started crying, it would soon turn into two or three people crying.

"How dare you be a thief?" He just shouted, but before he could raise his knife to threaten, several dark shadows all knelt on the ground.

When Jing Chunxi heard the sound, he got dressed and ran out with Chuntao and Tangshuang. Almost everyone in the room had arrived.

The little thieves had been taken to the bonfire. Their tender faces were red from the fire. Their hair was like a chicken coop, their faces were pale and thin, and their clothes were dirtier than those of beggars.

There are six children, the youngest is about six years old, and the oldest is no more than twelve or thirteen.

Now, the youngest one's face was red from crying. He nestled in the arms of a girl who looked only about ten years old, his body shaking and drowsy.

The bonfire crackled in the darkness, sparks drifting in the wind, illuminating six young, dirty faces. Qingfeng squatted down and poked the fire with a branch to make it brighter.

In just a moment, the children huddled together, and the one lying on the girl's legs had tears hanging on his eyelashes.

"Tell me, how did you get here?" Kuaijiao handed over two hot steamed buns.

Perhaps because she saw that there was another woman coming out, and there was also a little sister who was not much older than her, the girl was not so scared anymore. She took the steamed bun and broke it into six pieces. She first stuffed one piece into the hand of her brother in her arms, kept one piece for herself, and gave the rest to the other four people.

With food, the children became alert and stood up straight immediately. Even the youngest brother sat up from his sister's arms. He looked at the steamed bun in his hand with a bit of disbelief.

But almost at the same time, everyone stuffed the buns in their hands into their mouths.

The girl licked her cracked lips, took a bite of her steamed bun, and said, "We escaped from Qiantang County. The government said they would double the grain tax this year, but no one in the village could afford it. My father and uncles were all forced to work building a granary for the government."

Her fingers unconsciously covered her brother's barely-there clothes and continued, "Later, the yamen runners came to the village and said that since there weren't enough men, they would use the women as substitutes..."

"Mom, I want you!" The little boy suddenly sobbed, but didn't dare to cry loudly. The girl quickly hugged him and comforted him.

Suddenly, a crackling sound came from the fire. A boy snapped a branch. The twelve or thirteen-year-old boy's eyes shone with a light more blazing than the bonfire itself. "The day my mother and sister were dragged away, my grandmother desperately tried to stop them, but was beaten to death by yamen runners with an iron bar."

After he finished speaking, he had no expression on his face, his eyes were empty, and he kept staring at the campfire, as if he was talking about something far away and none of his business.

The night wind suddenly became biting. Chuntao took off her coat and wrapped it around the little boy, who was sobbing and trembling in her sister's arms. Tangshuang silently added new wood to the fire.