Little Zhao Qingyang made everyone laugh, and then, out of love from their families, they took turns picking up the little guy and spinning him around.

When the little guy was put down, his eyes were already surrounded by mosquito coils.

Zhao Qingyan was the only one with a little compassion; she simply put her younger brother on the bed.

The day after the results were announced, the family prepared to pack up and return to their hometown.

The innkeeper, however, stopped the family.

"Sir, it is like this: your family has five scholars. Not only in our Lingnan Prefecture, but also in any other prefecture or city, this is unprecedented."

It is an honor for our home to have you stay here.

"I only hope that you, sir, will be so generous as to display your calligraphy. In return, the inn will waive your lodging fees for the past few days. Is that alright?"

The shopkeeper was speaking to Zhao Qianci, the head of the family. He said that as long as the head of the family agreed, the other scholars would also leave their calligraphy, which would be a huge profit.

Zhao Qianci exchanged a glance with Huang Shi, and seeing Huang Shi nod, he readily agreed. These days, their family's daily expenses were about three taels of silver, totaling more than thirty taels over ten days.

We're all business people; it would be foolish not to take advantage of a good deal, especially since this is money earned by her own husband selling his calligraphy.

Zhao Qingyan reminded him, "Sir, use Song typeface."

Zhao Qianci immediately understood. As a result, all five scholars in the family used the same calligraphy style, and if you didn't look at the signature, you wouldn't be able to tell who wrote it.

The road back home was not smooth.

Even though the road has been cleared, it hasn't been properly repaired yet, so it's not very smooth to walk on.

Not far from the city, there was a dense forest.

"Father, do you think we can hunt rabbits in this place?" Zhao Qingyang asked.

Zhao Minggeng laughed and ruffled his son's hair.

"Where would so many rabbits come from? Even if there were, they would have been caught and eaten by passersby long ago."

"Alright, it's been a while since I've hunted, I'm a bit rusty. Dad, you didn't bring my bow and arrows with you, did you?"

"Young Qingyang continued to ask," Zhao Minggeng replied with a meaningful look.

"Do I look like a bow and arrow to you?"

Little Qingyang immediately straightened her back and said, "I'm going to find my sister."

Before he could even step into the carriage, Zhao Minggeng grabbed his arm.

"Don't move, someone is calling, did you hear that?"

Zhao Minggeng asked, and Qingyang shook his head.

Zhao Qingyan and Yunyou exchanged a glance, Yunyou's expression a half-smile.

Zhao Qingyan understood. "Father, don't worry about it, let's keep going."

Since the fairy had spoken, Zhao Minggeng naturally had no objections.

He continued on his way, even cracking the whip in the air to urge the mule to go faster.

The cries for help grew louder and louder. The people in the car behind also heard them.

Seeing that Yunyou had no intention of meddling in other people's business, they quickened their pace and hurried on their way.

Whether it was the woman calling for help in the woods that failed to attract attention, or the people inside who were in a hurry, a group of people ran out from inside.

A woman was running ahead, barely clothed. She was dressed like a poor woman, but her brisk pace suggested she was well-fed and clothed.

Look at that composure; this woman is a trained fighter too.

"Help! Help!" the woman cried as she ran toward the Zhao family's horse-drawn carriage and mule cart.

When Zhao Minggeng saw that someone was trying to stage an accident, he was furious and yanked the mule's reins.

The mule immediately turned its head to dodge, creating a gap the size of a car length.

I initially thought the woman was trying to scam me, so I figured I could just avoid it.

Unexpectedly, the woman didn't lunge directly at the people on the mule cart. Instead, she rolled over, crawled into the mule's belly, pulled out a short knife, and stabbed it in the mule's stomach.

Although Zhao Minggeng was driving the mule cart, he always had a whip in his hand. Seeing the cold glint in the woman's hand, he knew something was wrong and lashed out at her with the whip.

In excruciating pain, the woman didn't have time to retaliate before Zhao Minggeng drove the mule cart over her.

The woman reacted quickly; seeing the carriage about to run over her chest, she swiftly curled up.

She narrowly escaped passing between the carriages. Had she deviated even slightly, she would have been run over by the wheels.

The woman lay motionless on the ground, still shaken, as the Zhao family's carriage followed from behind.

Zhao Qingshan, who was driving the carriage, saw the woman lying motionless in the middle of the ground and shouted.

"Make way, let others pass, even if it means being crushed."

The woman endured the pain and rolled towards the roadside with all her might, but she used too much force and fell into the roadside drainage ditch.

The stench of sewage made my mouth water, and it took me a few splashes to climb out of the ditch.

"Damn it, what kind of people are these? They have no sense of chivalry at all. I'll skin you alive!"

Having shaken off the woman's attempt to stage an accident, the Zhao family's carriage sped up even further.

The burly men who had chased him out of the woods had already reached the main road.

This created a pincer movement, with the Zhao family in the middle.

The leader shouted with a sinister grin, "Where do you think you're going to run?"

Before he could finish speaking, Zhao Minggeng's whip lashed out, striking him squarely and sending an arm flying.

The mule did not slow down; in fact, it sped up.

Zhao Qingyan also threw several small stones out of the car, knocking the murder weapon she was holding to the ground.

Before the other person could react, they had already been hit and thrown into the air by the mule cart.

Seeing the carriage following closely behind, those with a modicum of sense quickly rolled to the side of the road.

To put it simply, the whole process takes only a few breaths.

The woman who led the charge thought the two people in the car were doomed, but before she could even feel smug, she saw the older brother's arm fly off.

Enraged, she spat out a mouthful of blood and then dramatically fainted.

The burly men who had escaped death were so terrified they didn't even have the strength to get up.

In this situation, the proper procedure would have been to rescue the older brother and send him for medical treatment.

But then one of these men, a man as thin as a praying mantis, crawled up to the leader, trembling as he reached out and pulled a purse from the leader's chest.

He then pulled a silver ingot from the boss's waistband, took off the boss's right shoe, flipped open the insole, and, enduring the stench, pulled out a silver note wrapped in oiled paper.

“Brothers, I’ve had enough of these two bastards’ attitude. If you want to stay with the boss, then stay. If you want to come with me, then come with me.”

"Following your brother, I can't guarantee you'll have enough to eat and wear, or that you'll be able to buy a few acres of land, but you can manage a life of constant danger."

The others exchanged glances.

"Brother, we brothers will go with you. But what about this young lady?"

"A square-faced man asked."

"Pah, what kind of young lady is she? She's just a piece of trash. If he hadn't drugged me, I would still be innocent."

Carry it away and sell it.