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

Chapter 85 How about cutting off someone's head and hanging it on the car?

Mu Sheng was unable to leave with them.

Meng Fuqing could guess what he was doing; he was probably opening the prison door to let the people inside escape.

After the city was captured by the Hu people, the people imprisoned in the city's jail were probably not the most heinous criminals, but ordinary people.

By the time Meng Fuqing and the others returned to their lodgings, the sky was already beginning to lighten.

The villagers didn't sleep well that night. Meng Bochang and Shan Qiyu barely slept at all, having to keep peeking out onto the main road every now and then.

When the villagers saw the convoy returning safely from afar, they were overjoyed and rushed to greet it without hesitation. However, as they ran, they all involuntarily stopped and stared in disbelief.

"My God! Are those people ours?"

"Am I still dreaming?"

"My eyesight isn't very good, could I have misread it?"

……

The villagers began to look for the cause within themselves, until Niu Er shouted, "What are you standing there for? Come on!"

Everyone then came to their senses and rushed forward, only then seeing clearly what was loaded on the vehicle.

Some people slapped themselves in the face and pinched their thighs to check if they were dreaming. After finding out it wasn't a dream, their mouths almost stretched to their ears, and the whole place erupted in cheers.

Many people had stayed up all night and were unable to continue their journey in the morning, so Meng Fuqing went to rest first.

When Meng Fuqing woke up, he felt refreshed. Lunch was already prepared. After eating a simple meal, Meng Bochang came to his door.

Meng Bochang's previous gloomy expression vanished, replaced by a beaming smile. "Of what we've gained this time, you and Young Master Xie and his men will take the lion's share. You and Young Master Xie can decide how to divide it; none of the villagers have objected."

"What did Young Master Xie say?"

Meng Bochang coughed and said in a low voice, "He said it's up to you how you divide it. You can decide what to do with his share. Just make sure he and his men have three meals a day."

Meng Fuqing's expression was strange for a moment, but quickly returned to normal. He said righteously, "Village Chief, you can't do that. Our family can't take advantage of Young Master Xie. It's troublesome to divide so much stuff. It's better not to divide it at all. Just like when we ate wolf meat before, the villagers can eat together. As for what Young Master Xie and I need, we can just take it directly and keep it separate from the villagers."

"Once we arrive at Jing'an Prefecture, if there are any supplies left, how about we further divide them up?"

Meng Bochang stroked his beard and nodded. "Alright, there are many villagers, and I'm worried you might suffer losses. As for those families who have a grudge against yours... the village chief won't let them take the grain you worked so hard for."

Meng Fuqing nodded: "Leave everything to Grandpa Village Chief."

With one matter settled, Meng Bochang felt much more relaxed and said, "I see that the tables, chairs, benches, clothes, and other items on the carriage are all made of good materials, which are not suitable for us peasants. We can take them out and sell them on the way, and the money from the sale can be pooled together so that we can divide it up when we arrive in Jing'an Prefecture."

"Grandpa Village Chief is right."

After discussing it with Meng Fuqing, Meng Bochang went to inform Xie Jin.

He's gotten used to running back and forth between the two places.

Most of the vehicles were piled high with supplies. They tried their best to make room for the things they had unloaded earlier. After loading the vehicles, everyone set off again.

Meng Fuqing still used a mule cart and a horse-drawn carriage. The difference from before was that the horse-drawn carriage was filled with a lot of valuables. Fortunately, there was still room for people to sit, so he didn't have to walk like most of the villagers.

Once back on the road, the already ostentatious convoy became even more conspicuous. The refugees along the way, already emaciated from a snowstorm, were visibly excited when they saw the cargo in the vehicles.

Upon seeing the cloth-wrapped object in the hands of the burly man on the outer perimeter, they immediately abandoned their idea and dared not look at it again.

The thing wasn't wrapped up properly; it clearly looked like a large knife.

Anyone who can steal so much stuff is definitely not a good person; messing with them is suicide.

Fortunately, it just snowed, so at least the drought has stopped, and we can still survive.

But not everyone is sensible.

On this day, Meng Fuqing boldly handed over the task of driving the carriage to Meng Ranran, while he and Meng Ali sat in the carriage and rested with their eyes closed.

Just as I was about to fall asleep from the rocking, the carriage suddenly stopped, and there was a commotion outside the carriage.

She immediately opened her eyes, lifted the curtain to look out, but because their carriage was in the middle of the procession, she couldn't see what was happening ahead.

Meng Xiaocong happened to be walking by the carriage when he saw her peeking out from inside. He was so frightened that he immediately tried to shrink back.

Meng Fuqing glanced at him. "What are you hiding for? Come here."

Meng Xiaocong moved to the side of the carriage, and as if knowing what Meng Fuqing wanted to ask, she blurted it all out in one go.

"It seems that Young Master Xie's carriage was blocked by a group of people. I couldn't hear what they were saying, but there were quite a few of them, a huge crowd."

Without further hesitation, Meng Fuqing grabbed the crossbow and left the carriage to head towards the front of the caravan.

She whistled, and Niu Er's voice immediately came from the ranks, "Boss, I'm bringing the brothers right away!"

When Niu Er walked up to her, she whispered to them to keep an eye on the back of the line and told the people in the middle not to let their guard down.

The line was too long, and she worried that if someone tried to lure them away, they wouldn't be able to get there in time.

Without a second thought, Niu Er obediently walked to the back of the line.

When they reached Xie Jin's carriage, they happened to see him getting off as well.

The two exchanged a glance, and Meng Fuqing said, "How about I chop off a head and hang it on your cart?"

It should at least have some deterrent effect, otherwise it would be really troublesome to be constantly targeted.

Xie Jin: "..."

Hanging a human head on a car isn't scary; what's scary is Meng Fuqing's novel way of dealing with this kind of situation.

He pondered for a moment and said, "Let's see how things go first."

The two stood at the back of the carriage, concealing their figures.

The leader on the other side spoke loudly: "...Don't blame us, everyone. You can only blame yourselves for carrying so much food on your escape route!"

Meng Fuqing felt that the voice sounded familiar, and when she turned her head to look at the person's face, it also looked familiar. Soon she found such a person in her memory.

This person was one of the people who found their cave when it was snowing. She happened to be standing at the cave entrance looking at the sky and noticed him only because everyone else in the group was begging them to take them in, while this person stood aside indifferently, as if it were none of his business.

The man didn't say a word until they sent him away.

I never expected so many refugees to gather here in such a short time. I wonder if they contributed to it.

Mu Feng's hand was already on his weapon. "Are you sure you want to fight us?"

The man seemed not to hear the threat in Mu Feng's tone. Taking advantage of their superior numbers, he raised his hand and said, "Go!"

Just then, four arrows were fired simultaneously, striking the refugees opposite with lightning speed.

All four people on the other side were hit by arrows, including the leader.

The leader was shot in the shoulder by a crossbow bolt, his face immediately turned pale, and he stumbled back a few steps, clutching his shoulder, before being caught by someone.

Meng Fuqing glanced at Xie Jin; to hit the target with three arrows fired simultaneously was probably not just a show.

Just as she was about to fire another arrow at the leader to kill him, a commotion arose from the rear of the convoy.