Today was the market day, and many people from Dingjia Village went to the town to buy and sell goods. Lao Wu bought a horse-drawn carriage and took in an apprentice to drive it for him. Several people in the village saw it.

Lao Wu gave Meng a bag of gold beans, and someone saw it outside Zhang Mazi's restaurant. Although no one knew it was a bag of gold beans, the look on Meng's face when she opened the bag made anyone who saw it guess that it was nothing but money.

Although Jian Ning had no interest in Old Ding's family, she still had a bit of a curiosity. She was also curious about what extraordinary skills Old Five had to make money, especially quick money.

"He wouldn't have the guts to rob, would he?" Jane Ning asked Ding Youtian as he added firewood to the stove while cooking. Apart from robbery, she couldn't think of any other way to make money quickly.

"He never considers the consequences of his actions and is quick to act. If he really did something like that, he wouldn't be able to get away with it. I'm afraid there will be trouble ahead."

As brothers who grew up together, Ding Youtian knew the fifth brother a little bit. There were six brothers in the family. When they were young, the eldest and the second brother were in the same group, the third and the fifth brother were in the same group, and he was in the same group with Xiugu and the sixth brother. Later, the third brother would often work with the eldest and the second brother, and the fifth brother, who was alone, would come and work with them.

Ding Youtian and the others had disliked Lao Wu since they were little. He loved to stir up trouble, but was afraid to face tough people. Often, he would get into trouble himself, then slip away as quickly as a rabbit when things got tough. He never ran to help them get help, and gradually, they all refused to let him join their small group.

Old Five was a brainless, jealous, and useless figure besides his brute strength. Ding Youtian couldn't imagine how he could make money. He was genuinely worried. Although their relationship was severed, he didn't want them to suffer a catastrophic disaster.

There was a hint of worry in his eyes.

It's really worrying.

Feng Qingzi struggled for a while, then got out of bed contentedly. He went to pour a cup of tea, then asked Mrs. Lu, "I heard the village is developing some hybrid beans. Do you know who's behind it?"

"It was the old headman, but the idea was thought up by Ding Youtian, not Ding Youtian. I heard it was from... the Jian family." Mrs. Lu gathered her messy hair. When she mentioned the Jian family, she paused deliberately and glanced at Feng Qingzi to see how he would react.

"Jian?" Feng Qingzi wondered if the Jian she was talking about was the Dabao's mother that Ding Gui mentioned. He didn't know Jian Ning's last name, but when it came to Dingjia Village, if there was a powerful woman, the only one he could think of was the young lady who beat his body to pieces.

"Why, when I mentioned her, you became excited again. Are you still thinking about her?" Mrs. Lu said sourly.

"Hehe, I think about her in my dreams and want to kill her! One day, she will die in my hands!" Feng Qingzi's eyes flashed with murderous intent.

Lu took a peek and was startled. "Don't mess around! Murder is punishable by death. Do you think a stint in jail isn't humiliating enough? Do you want to be paraded through the streets and beheaded?"

"Behead? Ha, ha, ha, ha..." Feng Qingzi sneered sinisterly, looking fierce and ferocious. She looked a little ferocious, which made Lu secretly frightened.

"Are you crazy? Why are you laughing like this for no reason? What's so funny?" Lu originally wanted to ask about the golden beans, but for some reason she suddenly felt uneasy. It was fine when they were in bed, and she didn't feel anything was wrong, but now looking at the person in front of her, every move made her feel particularly unfamiliar. After hiding for a while, why was the movement of holding the teacup different from before?

In the past, when Lao Wu drank water, he would never hold the cup by the handle, but would just hold the cup and drink it all in one gulp. This discovery made her feel inexplicably creepy. She always felt that there seemed to be something hidden behind "Lao Wu's" eyes, which made her unable to see through, and made her inexplicably scared.

I'm scared from the bottom of my heart.

"I'm going to do the laundry. There's still a lot of work to do."

“Wait!”

Just as Mrs. Lu was about to slip away from the bed, she trembled in fear when he shouted at her.

"What are you afraid of?" Feng Qingzi asked with a frown when he saw her shiver.

"No, I'm not afraid. What should I be afraid of?" Lu forced herself to remain calm. She couldn't explain why, but at this moment she wanted to escape from the room.

"Where's the black box from last time?"

"Ah? Oh, I don't know who threw it into the chicken coop."

The more resentful a soul is, the more brutal it is. The soul of the fifth brother in Feng Qingzi's space is incomplete, and he is stupid and foolish. He asks Lu to get the black box back for him.

Without asking what he wanted it for, Lu ran to retrieve it, wiped it clean with a rag, and gave it to Feng Qingzi. After she left, Feng Qingzi wiped his hand over the box. Inside, the remnant of Lao Wu's soul had dried to the size of a thumb. He tossed it into the interstellar medicine cauldron to soak.

Yang Wuqi had already washed all the clothes for Lu. Feng Qingzi wanted to ask him to go for a walk around the village together, but he was stopped by Meng as soon as he came out and was called to Old Dingtou.

Old Ding glanced at Feng Qingzi silently, his eyelids drooping as he began to puff on his cigarette. This was his usual style. He called you in for something, but didn't rush to say what it was. He silently intimidated you psychologically, just to see if you would panic.

Feng Qingzi was not the fifth child. The only person in his life who made him feel loved was his mother who died early. His mother was a bad-mouthed person with a strong temper. Even if his father beat her every day, she would still be unforgiving. She was a bit like Meng, so he could tolerate Meng.

Old Dingtou is different.

Feng Qingzi had always disliked his father because he always beat his mother. Seeing Old Dingtou acting like this, he was already impatient. He raised his eyebrows and said, "Are you okay? If not, I'm leaving. Don't yell for no reason."

"How do you talk to your father like that?" Meng rushed up and punched him on the arm, then glanced at Old Ding, fearing that he would get angry and that the relationship between father and son would become awkward and that Old Five would walk away.

But it didn't.

Money is a person's courage. When "Old Five" brought back a bag of golden beans, his aura changed. Old Ding saw that he couldn't intimidate him, so he became weak. He didn't want to force a fight and turn Old Five into another Old Four.

Seeing Old Ding remain silent, Meng couldn't help but speak, "Tell the truth. You only brought back a bag of stuff. Did you hide anything else? Your apprentice has ten taels of silver, but you don't have a penny?"

It turned out that he was called here for money, which was easy to ask for. Although he was surprised by Meng's greed, Feng Qingzi still threw out two silver ingots and said, "That's all. There's not a penny left. I give it all to you."

The two ingots of silver weighed fifty taels each, totaling one hundred taels. Meng knew the weight by weighing them in her hand. The silver was of excellent quality, which made her and Old Ding's eyes wide open.

"When I went out that day, I heard a lot of horse neighing in the village. Are there outsiders coming to the village?" Feng Qingzi asked Meng casually.

"That's right. A lot of people are here, including a teacher from the capital and a businessman whose son is a big businessman. They are all helping that crooked bitch in that room. Okay, go ask around outside. I'm going to massage your father's legs. Don't get in the way. Get out of the way."

Meng couldn't wait to drive him away and close the door. She and Old Ding each held a silver ingot and laughed out loud again...