Shen Fuyao left in great haste. She only took a little over a hundred yuan in savings and casually threw a few changes of clothes into her space. She didn’t take any food—there was everything she needed in the space anyway.
She had only run a few steps into the cold wind when she suddenly remembered the big bag Wang Chaomei had brought back. Everything inside had been bought by Xia Yulan in the provincial capital—good stuff.
Abiding by the basic principle that not taking advantage of bad people makes one a fool, Shen Fuyao spun around with a whoosh, crept lightly back to the Wang house, opened the main hall door, and quickly stuffed the big bag into her space. Then she pushed open Wang Chaomei’s room and took her woolen coat as well.
“Since I’ve started, I might as well go all the way. I’ve already stolen—might as well be thorough.”With the coat and the big bag in hand, Shen Fuyao headed to the room where Wang Daren and Zhou Lanxiang were sleeping.
After an exhausting night, the two of them were sleeping soundly, especially Zhou Lanxiang—her snoring was even louder than Wang Daren’s. There was no worry they’d suddenly wake up.
In the room was a large wooden chest and a wooden wardrobe—Zhou Lanxiang’s dowry from back in the day. The wood was good quality, and they were packed with things. Shen Fuyao didn’t know where the money was hidden, so she simply took the chest and the wardrobe whole and put them into her space.
Fortunately, the space given by the King of Hell was excellent—she didn’t have to move anything herself. With a single thought, everything was taken in.
After clearing out the chest and wardrobe, Shen Fuyao ran to the kitchen.
With the New Year approaching, western Hunan had the custom of smoking cured pork and fish and stuffing sausages. Wang Daren was the brigade leader, so when the brigade slaughtered the New Year pig, his family got a large share. Added to that were the meat coupons and money Wang Chaoying sent back from the army—this year the Wang family had plenty of cured meat and sausages. The fish came from the brigade pond as well—over a dozen big grass carp had been distributed.
All of these cured goods had been prepared by Shen Fuyao herself. It wasn’t that she was particularly hardworking—mainly because Zhou Lanxiang hadn’t done a good job the year before, so Shen Fuyao had to do it herself to avoid wasting food.
There was research showing that the areas of the brain responsible for singing, cooking, and driving were the same.
Shen Fuyao sang beautifully and had a natural talent for cooking. Back in her natal home, her grandmother spoiled her and she hadn’t cooked often, but once she watched her grandmother do it, she learned. The cured pork and fish she smoked were glossy and succulent, perfectly salted—just smelling them made one want to take a bite.
Shen Fuyao swiftly put the cured pork, cured fish, sausages, blood rice cakes, and two cured chickens into her space. Then she took in the rice jar, the cupboard, and the sticky rice cakes as well.
“The old bastard even wanted to burn me to death. I might as well take all the firewood too,” Shen Fuyao said, getting carried away. She seized the moment and swept all of the Wang family’s dry firewood and charcoal into her space.
“Let me see—what else haven’t I taken?” Shen Fuyao clasped her hands behind her back and wandered around the Wang house, front and back. If she hadn’t been alert today, she would either have been delivered to Chen Dajun by Wang Chaomei, or burned to death by Wang Daren.
Since they had been heartless, she wouldn’t be righteous.
She glanced at the newly built house the Wang family had put up that year, snorted coldly, and took all the red bricks and roof tiles into her space.
She also took the newly installed glass windows.
And all the tables, chairs, and cups inside—everything went in.
In short, apart from the beds they were sleeping on and the walls themselves, the Wang house was left with nothing.
The beds weren’t impossible to take as well, but Shen Fuyao was afraid that if she did, they’d fall to the ground and wake up.
After finishing, Shen Fuyao picked up the fire poker and used a bit of her inner strength to carve a line into the stone table in the courtyard:
“Those who commit endless evil will surely meet Heaven’s retribution.”