What kind of family could hide a truck in their backyard? And a cargo truck at that—this level of influence was clearly no ordinary matter.
With a hint of suspicion, Lu Qingqing walked over to the vehicle. She discovered that the cargo compartment was empty, but the fuel tank was full—it was clearly ready to drive off at any moment.
Lu Qingqing circled the truck once but found nothing unusual, so she continued searching without disappointment.
This search actually led to a discovery: she found a hidden chamber of over a hundred square meters, filled with boxes of various sizes.
She stepped forward and opened one box. Gold light burst out so brightly it nearly blinded her.
She opened another box—still gold light.
By the fifth box, her eyes were finally no longer dazzled.
But what she saw next still made her eyes widen: the boxes were filled with ancient books.
The yellowed covers revealed their age; some even had frayed edges, clearly having been frequently read.
Lu Qingqing picked up one curled-edged book and found it was a medical text called *Greenwood Needle Technique*.
For some reason, she had a strong intuition that this acupuncture method suited her perfectly. Without thinking, she stored the book separately in her space.
Next, she opened another book—*The Art of War*, a handwritten Ming Dynasty copy complete with annotations.
A priceless treasure.
She didn’t even bother reading it further and quickly stored the entire box into her space.
Carrying them one box at a time was too slow, so Lu Qingqing had a sudden idea.
She extended vines from both hands, letting them latch onto the boxes. With a thought, the boxes vanished into her space.
Her eyes lit up in surprise—this was much faster.
Her vines moved wildly, and wherever they passed, boxes disappeared instantly.
Before long, the entire secret chamber was emptied. After confirming there was nothing left, she erased her traces and prepared to retreat.
Ten years in the apocalypse had made cleanup second nature to her—she had done it thousands of times.
If any traces were left behind, her life would be in danger.
After leaving the chamber, she entered a storage room filled with cigarettes, alcohol, cured meat, and dried chicken.
All of them were rare goods—items impossible to buy even with money and coupons.
With a casual wave of her hand, she took everything into her space.
Just as she was about to leave, her gaze landed on a raised spot in the corner. Almost instinctively, she pressed it.
A hidden passage appeared before her.
She was slightly startled—this design was ingenious.
Most people, after finding food and supplies, would have left without further searching. This hidden chamber would have easily escaped notice.
Feeling lucky, she stepped into the passage.
It was deep and poorly ventilated. She immediately took out a damp cloth from her space to cover her nose.
After walking less than two minutes, her feet touched solid ground—and she was stunned by what she saw.
This chamber was about twenty square meters. On the left side were stacks of weapons and ammunition—thirty-one boxes in total.
On the right were five mortars and several crates of shells. The remaining space was filled with barrels of gasoline and diesel.
In an era where fuel coupons were extremely hard to obtain, storing so much fuel meant extremely powerful connections.
Without hesitation, she took everything into her space.
After clearing the place, she quickly left. Glancing at her watch, she realized it was already late and slipped out of the courtyard.
What a haul this was.
Lu Qingqing ran all the way out of the village and carefully returned near the abandoned factory.
At this moment, figures were already moving around the factory. She could even hear voices when she got closer.
She guessed this was another group scouting the place.
As expected, two figures walked out of the factory, raised a flashlight, and circled it in the distance before stepping aside.
After about two or three minutes, the sound of tires rubbing against the ground could be heard. Soon, a cargo truck drove into the factory.
The two figures watched it enter and remained on guard.
Lu Qingqing understood instantly—the front entrance was heavily guarded, but she already knew another way in.
Inside the cab, Huang Ergou glanced at his watch and cursed under his breath. He lit a cigarette, which the driver quickly and flatteringly helped him ignite.
After taking a deep drag, Huang Ergou muttered again, “Damn, it’s freezing tonight.”
“Yes, yes, it really is cold. You’ve worked hard, Brother Huang, coming out so late.”
The driver smiled obsequiously. “Without you, we’d be struggling.”
“Heh, you’re quite good at flattery,” Huang Ergou sneered, though clearly pleased.
“I’m not flattering you, Brother Huang. It’s all true. If circumstances allowed, I’d even worship you.”
“That’s going too far—you’re practically cursing me to death.”
Huang Ergou laughed, lightly tapping the driver’s head. “Alright, I know you’re loyal. Next time there’s good work, I’ll bring you along.”
“Thank you, Brother!” the driver said excitedly.
Meanwhile, Lu Qingqing had silently moved behind the truck. She sent a vine into the cargo hold and tried extracting only the contents of the boxes—unexpectedly, it worked.
She nearly jumped with joy. This would make her plan much easier.
While Huang Ergou was enjoying the driver’s flattery, Lu Qingqing silently emptied the cargo and slipped away again.
In a corner, she inspected her loot and found antiques, cultural relics, jewelry, and jade.
Among them was a set of imperial green jade head ornaments worth at least hundreds of millions in later generations.
Good heavens—where did Huang Ergou get all this from?
No wonder they were so aggressively confiscating wealthy households.
In her previous life, Huang Ergou later became a local tycoon. It was likely tied to everything he had done over the years.
Just as she was thinking about how to strip Huang Ergou of everything, the sound of another truck approached.
Another cargo truck entered the factory—and it looked familiar.
It was the same truck hidden in that farmhouse backyard.
Heh, they were fast.
A faint smile appeared on Lu Qingqing’s lips as her vines quietly moved again.
A man with a middle-part hairstyle jumped out of the truck. Before he could steady himself, Huang Ergou called out to him.
“Brother Cheng, you’re here.”
Huang Ergou rubbed his hands with a flattering smile. “Brother Cheng, this batch is really high quality. You’ve got to give us a good price.”
“Don’t worry. If the goods are good, Brother Cheng won’t shortchange you.”
The middle-part man raised his eyebrows proudly, flipping his hair as he patted the boxes.
“These are all ‘big banknotes.’ As for how much you can get, that depends on your ability.”