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

Chapter 29 Murder in the Middle of the Night

The petite figure was hidden in the shadows of the trees. Inside the house, the candlelight flickered, and the screams of a woman and the laughter of an old man could be heard from time to time.

"Master, master, it hurts so much! Please have mercy on me!"

With a "smack," the woman's pleas for mercy came to an abrupt halt.

A gloomy, ruthless voice rang out from inside the house, "I'm in a bad mood today, so you'd better behave yourself, or the night will drag on..."

He chuckled, his tone still lingering.

The woman sobbed as she spoke again, “Why must you take your business troubles out on me, sir? I heard from the servants that you are going to marry a sixteenth concubine soon. Why not use these tricks on the new bride and let her know how powerful you are?”

"You little darling, you've got some ideas. Don't worry, I'll have plenty of ways to get her!"

"Your Excellency is wise! I wish you all your wishes will come true soon!"

Laughter rang out again, followed by some moaning and groaning sounds.

Meng Fuqing smirked and manipulated the vines to slip into the house through the cracks in the doors and windows. Before the vines could lock onto their target, it seemed that the job was already done inside.

The woman's soft, sweet voice came again, "Master, you're so amazing..."

Meng Fuqing took a deep breath. The warehouse had made a decent profit; he could consider it compensation for emotional distress.

While the woman was calling for hot water, the vines, like a venomous snake, silently coiled around the neck of the drowsy old master Lin, before suddenly tightening.

A moment later, the owner of the bed, who had just been making love, opened his slightly bulging eyes wide open, but there was no trace of injury on his neck. He had quietly lost his breath.

After Meng Fuqing climbed over the wall and left the Lin family's house, he could still faintly hear a terrified scream coming from the Lin family's house.

It took another half hour to get back to Mengjia Village. Meng Fuqing went back to the house and went to sleep as if he had only gone to the outhouse.

The next day, the village was peaceful, with only a few villagers saying they had heard strange noises the night before, like the roar of some wild beast. This caused many to believe that a large worm from the depths of the back mountain had come down, and people were in a state of panic.

Three days passed peacefully, and no one from the Lin family came again. Even Meng Fuqing from the village heard about the death of the wealthy Lin in town.

Meng Fuqing would go to the back mountain every day, and always bring back game and herbs.

As time went on, the villagers all felt that Meng Fuqing's luck was ridiculously good. She could catch pheasants, roe deer, and wild rabbits. Although they were all small prey and not every day, it still made people's hearts itch with envy.

Not to mention the various medicinal herbs.

Some even wanted to follow her example and go into the mountains to hunt and gather herbs, but the village chief's words, "Haven't you ever hunted in the mountains before? Could you even catch a rabbit hair? Gathering herbs? Do you even know what herbs are?" severely dampened their morale, and they had no choice but to give up.

It wasn't that no one wanted to follow Meng Fuqing into the mountains to see how she did it, but once Meng Fuqing entered the mountains, she acted as if she were back home, and if you weren't careful, you couldn't find her.

Knowing how deep Meng Fuqing had gone, the villagers could only shake their heads and say that this girl was risking her life for money. They wouldn't dare trade their lives for silver, no matter how much money she could earn.

Meng Linlang had also heard about this matter, and even knew that Meng Fuqing's family had been eating meat every day for the past few days. This made her feel even more that her previous guess might be correct—Meng Fuqing, like her, had also had a strange encounter.

At the same time, she also thought of a possibility: could it be that Meng Fuqing stole her luck, which is why she was so lucky?

Aside from those dreams, she was luckier than most people, but unlike Meng Fuqing, her prey didn't come to her on its own.

In her dreams, she was always praised as a blessed person.

Meng Linlang, who had been pondering this matter all day, lost her appetite and her lively and cheerful personality became somewhat silent, like a full and round pearl covered with a layer of dust.

After a simple breakfast, Shan Qiyu and Yao Shanyun got together to make clothes, Meng Ali went to play with Jinbao next door, and Meng Fuqing took Meng Ranran to the river.

The river is at the foot of the mountain, very close to Mengjia Village. Due to the drought, the river has dried up considerably compared to before. Villagers usually only come to the river to fetch water for irrigation or washing clothes. As for drinking water, they use well water at the entrance of the village.

From the riverbank, you can still see the only path leading to the village.

Meng Fuqing put down the small stool in his hand, drew some water from the river with the wooden bucket he was carrying, and sat down by the river.

Meng Ranran squatted down to the side, looking at her strangely, and asked, "Sister, what are you doing here?"

"fishing."

As she spoke, she pulled a rattan cane from her waist and threw it into the water.

"..."

Meng Ranran had no doubt that she carried a vine with her. Ever since she saw it on the mountain, her sister had brought the vine that had been used to hit people back home.

However, people in the countryside generally don't have the leisure for such things. They either go directly into the water to catch them, or use nets for a more complicated method. But even Meng Ranran, who was quite ignorant, felt that something was wrong. "No fishing rod? No need to dig for earthworms?"

"No need, the fish can come or not, it's up to them."

If you don't come, she'll just bring you here.

Meng Ranran: "..."

She assumed her older sister was joking. Looking around, she saw that there were hardly any people by the river early in the morning. Remembering that there were a few bird nests nearby, Meng Ranran said, "Sister, I'll go check if there are any bird eggs over here."

Meng Fuqing waved his hand leisurely, "Be careful."

As soon as the others left, the vine in Meng Fuqing's hand began to extend in the water, swimming towards the bottom like a water snake. Soon, the vine wrapped around a fish and brought it to the surface. When it floated up, the fish was still struggling and wagging its tail.

The river fish came in all shapes and sizes, and the vines kept catching them, soon filling the wooden bucket.

After finally pulling up a big fish, Meng Ranran returned carrying several bird eggs in her clothes.

"Sister, look! I..."

As soon as she got closer, Meng Ranran was startled by the leaping fish. Looking down, she saw that the wooden bucket was gleaming silver and filled with lively fish of all sizes.

"This...this..." Meng Ranran was so startled that she loosened her grip, and the bird egg she had finally managed to pick up almost fell to the ground.

She looked down at the meager number of bird eggs, then at the bucket full of fish, her mind filled with questions. How come she had never heard of fish eating vines? Had her sister used some other method?

Confused, Meng Ranran slowly squatted down next to Meng Fuqing, her eyes sparkling with light, and whispered, "Sister, you've become so amazing, like a fairy."

Meng Fuqing shook the water off his hands and pinched her cheek. "To tell you the truth, my father is a jinx to me. As soon as he left, my luck returned."

Upon hearing this, Meng Ranran's bright eyes widened instantly. She then hurriedly looked around to make sure no one was watching, her concern as great as a little adult's: "Sister, you can't say that, and you can't let anyone hear you..."

Despite saying this, she actually thought it made a lot of sense. After her father died, the family's situation improved, especially her sister. She wouldn't be surprised if her sister found silver coins while walking down the street one day.

Only one horse-drawn carriage passed by on the path leading into the village, and two or three villagers were carrying buckets to fetch water, but they were still far away from them.

When Meng Fuqing saw the carriage, he couldn't help but frown slightly.

Horse-drawn carriages were a rare sight in the village.

He stood up, picked up the bucket, and said to Meng Ranran, "Take the stool, let's go home."

Seeing the crowd gathered at his doorstep from afar, Meng Fuqing knew something was wrong.