He started by killing his abusive father, and from then on, he embarked on the road to wealth.

Chapter 28 Confiscating the Lin Family Treasury

After thinking for a moment, Yuan Qianniang finally voiced her question: "Linlang, tell me, did your aunt's family do something to you in your dream? I know you're a good child and wouldn't target your aunt's family without a reason."

Meng Linlang's eyes suddenly reddened. She bit her lip and remained silent for a moment before mumbling, "My cousin did something bad to me in my dream..."

She looked at her mother and said, word by word, "She almost killed me."

Yuan Qianniang was terrified and hugged her daughter tightly. "Linlang, don't be afraid. Mother won't let anyone hurt you."

If Yuan Qianniang previously only wanted to keep to herself and her sister-in-law's family, she now truly harbors hatred towards them.

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That evening, Meng Fuqing heated up the steamed buns she had bought during the day, and with the seasonings and vegetables, she directly stewed a pot of mutton soup.

The night was chilly and frosty; a bowl of mutton soup at such a time could warm you up from head to toe.

Unexpectedly, it was already dark and Shan Qiyu still hadn't returned home. Meng Fuqing was about to ask Meng Ranran to go out and look for her when they heard a noise at the door.

Shan Qiyu's last stop was Yao Shanyun's house. She returned quite a few things and even brought a piece of meat for the family to have a treat. The two talked for a while before going home.

As soon as I got home, the aroma of food in the yard seemed to evaporate all the fatigue of the day.

"Mother, come and eat." Meng Fuqing said to her, holding a bowl of mutton soup.

The two little ones each held a bowl of rice, chattering away.

"Alright, alright, I'm here." Shan Qiyu softened her heart.

The mutton is tender and delicious, the radish inside is sweet and refreshing, the soup is fresh and pleasant, and it is served with large and fragrant steamed buns. People eat it to their heart's content.

After finishing their meal, it was still early. After a quick wash, they placed the remaining meat in the cool well water to prevent it from spoiling. Shan Qiyu also wanted to take advantage of the still-warm weather to quickly finish making clothes for the three children.

A tiny lamp lit up the dark room, illuminating the tranquility. Shan Qiyu took out the newly bought fabric and began to measure, cut, and sew clothes. Meng Ranran and Meng Ali played cat's cradle quietly to the side, peaceful and serene.

In another room, Meng Fuqing was trying to encourage plant growth. She found a square wooden box, potting soil, and a few seeds in the space.

She filled the wooden box with nutrient soil, planted the seeds, and moistened the soil with a little water. She covered the wooden box with her palm, and specks of green light fell on the soil and quickly disappeared, like a green star rain. Before long, all the seeds in the wooden box trembled and poked their heads out.

Meng Fuqing wanted to test the limits of her ability to grow plants, so she continued to activate her supernatural power. Soon, the plants in the wooden box grew larger and larger, and she could recognize that they were spinach. The leaves were crowded together, crisp and tender.

Once the spinach had fully grown, the wooden box was completely full. Meanwhile, the wood-elemental energy within her remained plentiful.

After reaching this conclusion, Meng Fuqing put the already grown vegetables into her space, and then took out some containers and nutrient soil from her space to continue to promote the growth of the plants.

Since there's plenty of wood-type energy, I might as well kill some time since I have nothing else to do.

She continued planting vegetables listlessly until she heard footsteps approaching from outside.

Thinking that Meng Ranran had come back to sleep, she put the vegetables that had grown in front of her into her space, patted the dirt off her hands and clothes, and then heard Shan Qiyu standing at the door saying, "Qingqing, are you asleep?"

"No, Mother, please come in."

Shan Qiyu took the oil lamp and went into the house. He found it strange to see Meng Fuqing sitting on a small stool, dressed neatly.

"Mother, what's wrong?"

Remembering her purpose, Shan Qiyu forgot everything else and said, "Mother just wants to talk to you."

After briefly recounting what happened at Meng Linlang's house that day, Shan Qiyu said, "In the end, our family owes them a debt of gratitude. Unless absolutely necessary, I don't want to antagonize them. I was hoping that after your father's death, we could repay them in some way, but I never expected this to happen..."

"Mother, have you ever wondered why Meng Linlang is so certain?"

Meng Fuqing didn't want to say much about the past between the two families.

Meng Cheng'an's sacrifices for his parents ultimately benefited Meng Shaoyuan. After his death, the favors naturally fell on his wife and children. Shan Qiyu, being soft-hearted, inevitably felt guilty.

Ultimately, it was impossible to explain clearly, and Meng Linlang's eccentricities were what interested her more.

Shan Qiyu had already guessed, and immediately asked, "Did someone say something to her?"

Meng Fuqing didn't think so. The facts were obvious. The Sun family had already admitted it, so it was very suspicious that Meng Linlang was still acting this way. Even if Meng Linlang was being foolish, Meng Cheng'an and Yuan Qianniang shouldn't believe her completely unless Meng Linlang had seen it with her own eyes.

Having spent so much time together, she trusts Shan Qiyu. What does Meng Linlang know that makes her so certain?

The quickest way to find the answer to this question is naturally to ask the person involved.

However, Meng Fuqing still wanted to deal with the Lin family first.

She said to Shan Qiyu, "Mother, Sun Dacheng knelt at our door for a whole day, and the news will spread throughout the surrounding villages in less than three days. It doesn't matter what my uncle's family thinks. My uncle and aunt are so reasonable, they shouldn't let Meng Linlang go out and ruin your reputation or interfere with your children's marriage."

After a moment of silence, Shan Qiyu sighed and said, "Just avoid having any contact with their family in the future."

Speaking of Sun Dacheng, she recalled what she had heard that afternoon: "Sun Dacheng seems to be unable to walk. He fell and became paralyzed when he got home."

She was somewhat uneasy, perhaps because she had been kneeling for so long, and worried that the Sun family would come and cause trouble again.

"It's retribution," Meng Fuqing said softly.

Sun's father, with a hunched back, squatted outside the courtyard gate, looking almost ten years older in a single day.

Retribution, it's all retribution. That's what he thought.

He recalled Meng Fuqing's words, and looking at them now, they sent chills down his spine.

The uneasy feeling lingered in his heart, and he forcefully stopped his wife from going to Meng Fuqing's house to make a scene. What difference would it make if he did? They could just say it was his son who fell.

His family has had a terrible time ever since he got involved with this family, and now he just wants to get as far away from them as possible.

At night, after everyone in the family had fallen asleep, Meng Fuqing quietly left the house and walked towards the river.

Arriving at the riverbank and crossing the bridge, she took out a black down jacket from her spatial storage and wrapped it around herself, put on a black mask, and then took out a motorcycle from her spatial storage and mounted it.

Soon the motorcycle roared to life, its headlights blazing, and a black shadow rode it swiftly through the mountains as if it were on flat ground.

Meng Fuqing's destination was the Lin family in Shili Town.

In order not to disturb the people in other villages, she deliberately took a detour and it only took her a little over half an hour to reach Shili Town.

Using a vine to climb over into a small alley in the town, Meng Fuqing headed straight for the Lin residence.

As the wealthiest mansion owner in Shili Town, Lin's mansion was unique in terms of both size and decoration. Meng Fuqing found the place in no time.

With nimble movements, Meng Fuqing scaled the wall and entered the courtyard. He extended vines to pave the way for himself while hiding in the shadows to avoid the patrolling servants inside the mansion.

The vines searched every room in the Lin family mansion, even finding the courtyard where the old master had spent the night. Only when they found the room Meng Fuqing was looking for did she follow the vines there.

She made her way through the dangers without any real trouble. In a few swift movements, she knocked out the two sleeping servants at the door. With tendrils sprouting from her fingertips, she fiddled with the keyhole a couple of times, and the lock opened with a click.

Stepping into the house, Meng Fuqing arrived at the heart of the Lin family's wealth.

The Lin family appears glamorous on the surface, but in reality, their expenses are high. The elderly men in their fifties and sixties keep more than a dozen concubines, and they must have many children as well.

Therefore, this concentration of wealth was not as spectacular as Meng Fuqing had imagined; the most eye-catching thing was a box of glittering gold.

One piece of gold is worth twenty taels, and one box contains one thousand taels of gold. In addition to this box of gold, there are three or four boxes of silver, a stack of silver notes, and some jewelry, jade ornaments, silk fabrics, and cloth. Meng Fuqing directly put everything in the storeroom into his spatial storage.

As for the Lin family's shops and land, Meng Fuqing had no intention of continuing to risk searching for them. She couldn't deal with these things once they fell into her hands, and there were other ways to make the Lin family even more chaotic.

When Meng Fuqing left the storeroom, the two servants were still dazed. He ran lightly toward the courtyard where the old master had spent the night.