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

In the dead of night, with candlelight flickering, Xu Zize and Jing Chunxi were still whispering about countermeasures. Finally, they finalized the plan - to open the government warehouse to provide relief to the people.

The two of them secretly went out to take away the surplus grain from the homes of wealthy merchants and landlords who were hoarding grain, and left the corresponding silver according to the market price to avoid stirring up greater unrest.

However, all this had to be done with caution and thorough consideration, so they simply revealed to their followers the words "open the granaries and release the grain", and kept the rest of the details secret.

After watching the prince's back as he left, it was a long time before Tang Shuang closed the door and came in.

She moved lightly, pretending to be mysterious and lowering her voice, "It's so late and the prince still has matters to discuss. I'm afraid I won't be able to sleep tonight. Qingfeng just called Uncle Kuaijiao and the others in."

"Don't worry about it, just go to sleep."

Jing Chunxi yawned lazily, turned over and lay down, and soon began to snore softly.

She knew clearly what Xu Zize was planning - to have the guards on alert, and when the government was not prepared, it would not be difficult for the two of them to open the warehouse and take away the grain.

The real challenge is where to store the food once it's shipped out, and even more challenging is who should be in charge of distributing it to ensure it actually reaches the hungry.

It was obviously difficult for just a few of them to handle all these things, so Xu Zize gathered people overnight to discuss countermeasures.

Although they had experience in distributing grain in Jiujiang County and Jian'an County before, it was rare to find someone like Boss Liu who was honest and courageous, deeply loved by the people, able to coordinate the overall situation and call on the people of the entire village and town to work together regardless of gains and losses.

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The plan to rest for a day has not changed.

The morning sun shone through the clouds, dappling onto the temporary inn. Jing Chunxi yawned as he emerged from his room, stretching himself.

The bonfire in the middle of the yard had long been extinguished, leaving only a wisp of blue smoke rising up and slowly dissipating in the warm and cold air.

It was only after breakfast that everyone learned the names of the six children.

The oldest is Shitou, who says he is fourteen years old. When he speaks, he always subconsciously rubs the scar between his eyebrows with his thumb; the next is Shuisheng, who is eleven years old. He is thin but extremely flexible; the other two are Dongzi and Xiaoyu. Dongzi is nine years old, very quiet and doesn't like to talk; Xiaoyu, who is eight years old, always holds a faded blue cloth bundle, her eyes are evasive like a frightened little animal, and she has a faded red hairband tied in her hair.

Ah He was indeed ten years old, and her younger brother, Ah Dou, was less than six years old. His thin body was wrapped in a cotton jacket that was several sizes larger than Xiao Man's. He was still wearing his original ragged pants, but the jacket almost covered his heels.

Anyway, except for Shitou, Shuisheng and Ahe who were wearing Chuyi, Xiaoman and Jing Chunxi's clothes respectively, and looked decent, everyone else looked like they were in a pig cage when they put on their clothes.

There were some children's clothes in the space, but because it was nowhere to be found, Jing Chunxi didn't dare to take them out rashly.

"Xier, follow me to the next town, and we'll go out for a walk and help them get their clothes and shoes out." This is the only way I can find an excuse to go out and buy clothes for the children.

"Okay!" Jing Chunxi nodded.

That afternoon, Green Shadow left early with seven or eight people.

It was not known when Kuaijiao entered the mountain. In the early morning of the third day, he brought back more than 30 soldiers in civilian clothes with exhausted faces. Each of them had a small bag tied under the horse.

"There's nothing we can do. I've already taken out the people I can." Kuaijiao reported to the two of them, "There aren't many people left by the general. Now the gold mining has stopped, and only a few people are still tapping rubber." He frowned as he said this, and the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes were as deep as if cut by a knife.

Let them eat something and rest for two hours.

At noon on the third day, the team continued to march towards Qiantang County in the south of the Yangtze River.

The team of more than 30 people brought back by Kuaijiao was divided into two groups, one in front and one behind, each three or four miles away from them.

The wheels made a dull sound as they rolled over the wet soil. Several young children were placed in the middle carriage.

Ah He refused to ride in the carriage. After getting her brother's permission, she and Shitou sat on the shaft. Her slender fingers gripped the shaft tightly, and she wore a small sickle at her waist—the only thing she had brought from her hometown, a means of self-defense for her and her brother, and their only thought of home. Whenever the carriage jolted, the sickle would gently strike the shaft, making a subtle metallic sound.

The wheels of the car rolled over the ruts on the official road, leaving two deep tracks winding into the distance, like two dragons about to awaken. Occasionally, a bird flew across the sky, its wings cutting through the stagnant air, making a slight fluttering sound.

"Qingxi Town is just ahead." The two guards turned back from the front and reported to Kuaijiao and Xu Zize, "We'll be staying at the Shilixiang Restaurant tonight."

The carriage curtain was lifted, and Frosting, who was riding in the same carriage with the children, looked out. She turned back to look at the children, and smiled with a smile on her right cheek. "Little Adou, you can stay in the hotel and eat soon."

Upon hearing the voice, Ah He turned around to look at his brother behind the carriage, then turned back and watched Shi Tou concentrating on driving the carriage.

She also wanted to learn how to drive. After two days, Shitou had become completely familiar with driving skills. The guard who was driving the car was also happy and relaxed, leaving all the control on flat roads to him. Ah He was extremely envious.

Seeing Ah He's reluctance to leave, Jing Chunxi, who was sitting on the horse, couldn't help but say to Xu Zize, "Xi'er likes Ah He."

Xu Zize seemed dissatisfied with what she said, "Aren't you still a child? How old is she? How old are you?"

"I'm learning to drive anyway." Jing Chunxi simply went along with it.

"What's so difficult about this?" Xu Zize looked at her strangely. He didn't think a girl like her shouldn't drive the car at all. He even had a hint of encouragement. He thought about it and said, "After we unload the goods tonight, Brother Xiaokang will teach you. It's a good excuse to go out and buy something."

"Really?" This made Jing Chunxi laugh. She could see the scenery and drive herself. Even if Xu Zize didn't cover for her in the future, she could still make plans for the space.