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

Jing Changning sat down next to his father, feeling down. He said dejectedly, "I wanted to catch the arsonists and give them a proper trial, but they escaped and then, seeing they were surrounded and couldn't escape, bit themselves and killed themselves. Zhou Wei said they were assassins, but there's no clue on them. I don't know who sent them."

Such a result caught Jing Changning off guard. He also felt very sorry when Zhou Wei reported the result to him.

Jing Yongcheng looked at his son, frowning but not surprised. "Whether there's a trial or not, won't the result be the same? Why get angry with yourself? Besides the higher-ups and the one who came to confiscate our property, there's also the families who impeached us. We should think about what to do next."

But he still felt like he had missed an opportunity. Jing Changning nodded quietly and replied, "Zhou Wei said the most dangerous part is this section of road down there."

Thinking about how long the road was and how complicated the road conditions were, Jing Changning still had a headache. After all, the enemy was in the dark while they were in the light, which made it impossible to defend against them.

"Haha, you are so lucky. Even such a big fire didn't burn you to death. You thought you could have barbecue today." The people just arrived at the door of the post station and had no time to settle down when the sloppy little dandy followed them out. Heizi, who was behind, had to follow. After hearing the unpleasant words from his master, he didn't dare to look them in the eye and his eyes were a little evasive.

But there was still a hint of joy on Heizi's face, as if he was glad that they were not burned to death. However, seeing that no one spoke to him and no one turned to look at him, the little dandy also felt bored and quickly turned around and went inside.

Everyone felt a little complicated, and of course no one would respond to him, even the hot-tempered Silang did not say a word. After what happened last night, he finally believed what his grandfather and third uncle had analyzed. It turned out that you really can't judge a person by appearances. He still needs to learn a lot, but this little dandy is really mean.

"Fortunately, we snatched out the oilcloth underneath, otherwise we wouldn't know where to find straw." Several women were talking in low voices while looking for a place to stay. If the oilcloth had not been snatched out and they couldn't find straw, they would have had to lie on the ground.

"Not really. At least the raincoats in our carriage can be used for some help." The fire did not spread to the stable last night, and the things in the carriage were intact. It was a blessing in disguise.

"Sister-in-law, come here, we'll make room for you.

..., ...Brother, are your legs and feet okay?"

When Second Uncle Jing Yongjian saw that they had no seats, he first called Madam Jing and asked his son and daughter-in-law to come and help. However, when he suddenly saw that Jing Yongcheng had walked out without any help and his legs and feet were no longer unaffected, he was still shocked. But the shock only lasted for a moment, and then his face immediately turned into surprise. This joy came from the heart.

"Haha, my back is still a little pulled and sore, I wanted to lie down for a few more days. I was scared by the fire last night and ran out on my own. Now I feel okay after walking a few steps, but I'm still a little bit tired of long distances."

Hearing his grandfather's answer, Jing Chunxi couldn't help but want to cover his mouth and laugh. His grandfather's reason was really good. Once he got anxious, everything would be fine. Even a dwarf could become a giant.

If someone makes room for them and genuinely wants to make friends, they will naturally not be polite.

We still settled down next to my second uncle's family. Although the place was a little small, it was enough for two tents. At least it was in a place sheltered from the wind. But it was on the roadside in broad daylight, and without the tent above our heads, it always felt empty and a bit strange. I would never have dared to think about it in the past.

But lying down and looking at the blue sky and a few white clouds floating above my head, I felt that everything was fine. At this point, who would care about face? Face is for others to see, it does not benefit myself at all.

Qiaoqiao and Tuanzi were both carried out by their mother and have not woken up yet. Once they were put into the warm quilt, their heads were huddled together again, just like newborn puppies from the same litter huddling together for warmth.

They all lived together, and after settling the two unoccupied rooms, the women began to talk about the fire last night. They were also very curious last night. They only knew that it was a mess inside and there were flames, but no one came out to open the door for them. They knew something had happened, but they didn't know how serious it was, and they didn't know whose family the dead people belonged to.

Now everyone from the General's Mansion has come out, all of them are unharmed, but no one is seen from the old patriarch's room, so naturally he has some guesses in his mind.

Now, when I hear from my sisters-in-law that so many people have died, I can't help but sigh and lament. Life is unpredictable. Whoever thought that grabbing that big bunk bed in a moment would bring about his own death.

It really fits the saying: One thought makes you a Buddha, one thought makes you a devil

There will be retribution for forcibly snatching things that do not belong to you.

Lin's words were soon confirmed. Tang Shuang had just started the fire to cook porridge, and the pot wasn't even hot when the shameless person broke the tranquility outside the door.

The ones who rushed out in a hurry were the old patriarch and the four big-headed brothers. Jing Yongsheng's three biological sons were not dead, but they did not come out either. One had his leg stepped on and broken, one had his right hand broken, and one had his hair burnt off.

There were tears in the eyes of Santou and Sitou. Tsk tsk, their mother was gone, but at least they knew to shed a few tears.

But Dalang and Erlang's faces were cold and their eyes were blazing, and they didn't look sad at all. Even Jing Yongsheng, whose first wife had just died, had a gloomy face without any sadness. They looked at them with vicious eyes, as if they were trying to scam people.

"No good will come of sticking to your General's Mansion. Thirteen people have died in our family. What do you think we should do? We won't accept it unless we solve it properly." Datou's words blurted out. He must have thought about it a long time ago. His tone was aggressive, as if someone really owed their family money or killed someone and didn't pay for it.

Jing Changning was so angry that he laughed. After the oilcloth was spread, the whole family sat down. Now they were not afraid of provocation, and no one stood up. "Solve it? If you have any problems, go find Master Liu to solve them. This post station is not ours. What does it have to do with us if it catches fire?"

Erlang also replied coldly: "When trouble comes, it's supposed to be the clan leader who should handle it. Why can't the old clan leader handle it now? You dare to post it on us when you think it's bad news. Aren't you afraid of death?"

Erlang's tone was a bit sarcastic. Apart from his third uncle, he was the best student in the family. It was true that scholars always had sour mouths. I wonder how the old patriarch felt when he heard this.