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

Chapter 32 Saving a Stingy and Irritable Old Man

As if sensing something, Shan Qiyu looked at Meng Fuqing and said, "Qingqing, I know that children will keep things to themselves when they grow up. I was once your age too. If you want to tell me, I will listen. If you don't want to, I won't blame you."

Meng Fuqing shook his head. "You should know about this. After I woke up from my head injury, there was an older sister who could talk to me. She would teach me some things, just like when I hit someone."

Dan Qiyu froze on the spot.

Suddenly she remembered something from her childhood. Her father, a knowledgeable businessman, had once told her about a strange thing that had happened in a village.

In that village lived a man who was constantly delirious, claiming that two people lived inside his body. He spoke to himself in a manner that sounded like two people talking to each other, and the villagers were afraid to associate with him. Just then, a flood inundated the village, and a wandering monk passed by. Upon seeing him, the monk immediately concluded that a demon had inhabited the man, causing the natural disaster. The villagers then burned the man to death.

With a look of horror, Shan Qiyu covered Meng Fuqing's mouth with her hand, "Qingqing, Mother doesn't want to know anymore, and you can't tell anyone, you absolutely can't tell, understand?"

Meng Fuqing frowned slightly. She wasn't used to such intimate contact, but she endured it because Shan Qiyu was worried about her.

“Mother, she said she’s only using my body temporarily to recuperate and will leave soon.”

She paused, then said something that seemed incredibly silly to her: "I think she's a fairy goddess."

Terrified by his own imagination, Shan Qiyu began to hesitate again. If evil spirits can possess people, then gods should be able to as well.

"Then, can she talk to me? Mother, ask her where she came from and when she's leaving?"

She should leave as soon as possible; she won't feel at ease until she leaves.

Meng Fuqing: ...

“She can only talk to me.” She helped the person sit down. “Mother, don’t worry, she’s a good person. I can learn things from her, and the injury on my head healed so quickly because of her. I’ve also become stronger. She said she’ll give me a thank-you gift when she leaves.”

After thinking about it, Shan Qiyu realized that these weren't lies; she had seen it all.

She touched Meng Fuqing's little face, "Then you should study hard. We don't care about gifts or anything like that. Mother just wants you to be safe and sound."

Finally, still not entirely at ease, she added, "Tell your mother when she's going to pass away, and I'll light incense and burn paper money to send her off."

Meng Fuqing: ...

Never mind, consider it a farewell to the original owner.

She hadn't figured out how to say "thank you" yet, just in case the space was ever exposed and she had something to say.

Of course, if she doesn't need it, she can just use the gold bars and jewelry in her space instead.

After the Lin family's matter was resolved, the dark cloud hanging over the four members of the family completely dissipated.

This time, fifteen taels were spent at once, and the seemingly ample accounts shrank considerably.

With a weight lifted from his heart, Shan Qiyu no longer felt the pain of spending money. He believed that losing money to avert disaster was not so bad; what he feared most was losing money without being able to avert disaster.

While Shan Qiyu was cleaning fish at home, Meng Fuqing went to a neighboring village to buy a block of tofu. At noon, they fried small fish and cooked crucian carp and tofu soup.

Meng Ali talked too much during the meal and almost choked on a fish bone. Meng Ranran slapped him hard, making him cough it out.

It's both funny and sad.

After finishing his meal, Meng Fuqing said to Shan Qiyu, "I want to get an iron pot for the house. I saw that the restaurants in town use iron pots, which are convenient for frying, boiling, stewing and stir-frying."

She wanted to go to town to inquire about the Lin family.

"An iron pot? That must cost a lot of money..."

Dan Qiyu was a little worried. She hadn't felt anything when she bought the things, but when she came back and calculated the bill, she was shocked.

"Mother, the thing you don't need to worry about the most now is that the family has no money."

Shan Qiyu immediately understood. She opened her mouth, but ultimately asked nothing.

It's best not to ask, talk, or listen too much about matters of ghosts and spirits; that's the only way to show respect. She just needs to trust Qingqing.

"Qingqing, promise your mother that you will be careful no matter what you do. As long as our family is together, we can get through the hard times."

"I know, Mother. I'll be careful."

After agreeing with Shan Qiyu that she would go to the county town by herself in a few days, Meng Fuqing went up the mountain again in the afternoon.

Her main goal this time was seeds. She couldn't waste her ability to accelerate plant growth. She could accelerate the growth of the seeds of expensive medicinal herbs she collected for a short time each day, and then sell them.

This is the time when the seeds mature and fall to the ground, so there should be a good harvest.

It's a pity that she can't directly grow things in her space, otherwise her special ability could be put to great use.

This time, Meng Fuqing didn't need to rush. He simply walked slowly up the mountain, extending a vine that landed on the ground and deliberately burrowed into areas with abundant weeds and dense forests, mostly touching common herbs.

After walking for quite a while, we found a Polygonum multiflorum plant.

Meng Fuqing went over and first put the millet-sized seeds of the Polygonum multiflorum into his spatial storage. Then he took out his tools and dug out the whole Polygonum multiflorum.

Next, she found Polygonatum and Gastrodia elata. Both of these herbs were quite expensive in the pharmacy. However, Gastrodia elata required special growing conditions to be cultivated well, and she didn't know if her special ability would be useful.

After thinking for a moment, Meng Fuqing picked some seeds and put them into his spatial storage.

She walked further into the mountains, deeper than last time, and once again activated her supernatural ability to spread the vines from her fingertips in all directions.

'Help'.

"Help!"

A pine tree transmitted Meng Fuqing's cries for help through its vines.

Beneath his thin eyelids, Meng Fuqing's eyes moved slightly.

Generally, the signals she can understand are because the plants that transmit the signals to her have heard humans say them in the short term, or perhaps out of curiosity, they repeat them.

She opened her eyes and saw that the vines that had yielded no harvest had retracted. One had brought back a dead pheasant, another had caught a snake, and the third was being manipulated by Meng Fuqing and tied to a pine tree.

She tossed the pheasant and snake into her spatial dimension, then followed the last vine and soon arrived at the pine tree. Meng Fuqing's ears also caught the cries for help.

It was the voice of Dr. Zheng from the village.

She took the basket out of her storage space, slung it over her shoulder, and followed the sound.

A short while later, Meng Fuqing arrived at a deep pit and peered down. The pit was three meters deep, and an old man sat at the bottom with disheveled white hair, his eyes slightly closed, and his lips occasionally uttering a muttered word. If you sniffed closely, you could also smell a bloody odor.

Beside him, a basket fell over, its contents of herbs scattered all over the pit. This man was none other than Dr. Zheng, the village doctor of Mengjia Village.

"Dr. Zheng, Dr. Zheng!"

Hearing the sound, Zheng Yi struggled to open his eyes and saw a familiar face.

His voice was hoarse, but his spirits were still high. "Quick, quick, go and get someone to help me up. I can't move my legs..."

Meng Fuqing had already thrown down the two rattan canes. "Dr. Zheng, tie the rattan canes around your waist, and I'll pull you up."

"You think you can pull this?" Zheng Yi said doubtfully, but his hands still honestly tied the rattan cane around his body. "You try, and if you can't pull it, go call someone..."