The eldest brother, Mu, first went to the alley and found a family, then loaded the injured person onto the carriage.

I heard that Mu Xinghe's house is in a mediocre location, which doesn't meet expectations, and the Mu family isn't in a good mood.

But thinking about it, Mu Xinghe has only just started his official career and has a bright future ahead of him. Sooner or later, he will be moved to a central location in the capital.

They reluctantly agreed and gave him some patience.

"The Qiao family must have taken all the money, which is why Xinghe can only live in a bad house. Maybe the Qiao family took the money and bought a big house in a good location," Wu guessed.

"Hmph, when we see the Qiao family, we'll definitely ask them what they've been eating and make them spit out what they've swallowed." Mu Xingxiang, Mu Laosan's son, gritted his teeth and endured the waves of pain emanating from his body.

The capital city was very large, and by the time they finally found Pipa Street after asking around, more than half an hour had passed.

After the steamed buns they had eaten were digested, their stomachs started growling again.

After wandering around the dimly lit neighborhood like a headless fly for a while, they finally found house number 20.

Unlike the other houses, House No. 20 was brightly lit, and the aroma of food wafted out, whetting one's appetite and making one's mouth water.

Upon arriving at the gate, the shepherds craned their necks to peer inside. There was no one in the courtyard, nor in the main room, only a table laden with fine wine and delicacies, steaming gently.

Roast goose, Peking duck, Kung Pao chicken, Four Happiness Meatballs, Shredded Pork in Sweet Bean Sauce, vegetarian dishes, hot soup—everything you could want was there, along with a large jar of wine placed in the center of the table.

The herders' eyes lit up; back home, they couldn't even afford to eat during festivals.

But no one was home, and it seemed like no one was in the room either.

"Xinghe must have known we were coming and prepared food and wine to wait for us. He's busy at the government office," said Tao, Mu Xingsheng's wife.

"It might not be because they're busy; they might be hiding somewhere with other officials, dividing up the money." Mu Taoqiu said longingly, "Maybe we can get hundreds of thousands of taels tonight."

“When Xinghe comes back, I’ll ask him for ten thousand taels of silver.”

It was past midnight, and the herdsmen were starving, their stomachs practically tied in knots. Without saying a word, they rushed into the main room, picked up their bowls and chopsticks, and started poking food into the dishes.

They left the injured man in the carriage, cursing and swearing, and ignored him.

However, Mu Lao Er and Mu Lao San still managed to move to the dining table with great difficulty, and began to wolf down the meat and vegetables.

"This wine is delicious, without a single impurity. How was it brewed?" Old Mu took big gulps of wine, his eyes shining.

"Yes, after a few drinks, I'd be willing to die." Old Mu's eyes were glazed with drunkenness.

"Really? I'll try some too." Mu Taoxian poured herself a glass as well.

Even though she had never drunk alcohol before, the strong smell of alcohol almost made her faint, but the rich aroma made her unable to resist drinking another glass.

Seeing this, the other women also poured themselves some wine.

The men frowned, wondering why a woman would drink alcohol, but considering that Mu Xinghe had plenty of money and supplies were plentiful, they turned a blind eye.

Tao drank half a glass before realizing she was pregnant. But she thought it would only happen once and nothing would happen, so she continued drinking.

Qiao Lian'er stood to the side, watching the Mu family eat and drink, and yawned.

She'd usually be having sweet dreams at this time, but she's spending time with this family. I'm so sleepy, but once they're gone, it'll be peaceful.

Before long, a series of muffled thuds were heard, and the Mu family members fell to the ground one by one, their faces still bearing blissful, intoxicated smiles.

The space rules forbid killing, so Qiao Lian'er couldn't poison anyone. However, she added a sufficient amount of sleeping potion to the food and wine.