By the time she arrived here, Sheng Jinhe was on high alert. She would never underestimate soldiers of any era. Using her space, she went in and out, and following the map He Miao provided, she found the Meng family without issue.
“He Miao, are you sure this is the place? Don’t mess it up!” she asked, double-checking before acting.
[Yes, the old man’s name is Meng Hu. He has two sons, Meng Qian and Meng Jin, two daughters, and several grandchildren. The eldest grandson, Meng Jun, is in the military—he used to be under the male protagonist, and after the protagonist was sent away, he took over that position!]
He Miao replied, though it immediately felt the owner’s temper rise a bit.
Tsk! It seemed to have said the wrong thing again! Life is hard, sighed He Miao.
“Good. Action!” Sheng Jinhe confirmed.
[Okay!]
He Miao spread its little leaf tendrils into every bedroom, releasing a lingering sedative.
[Owner, it’s your turn!]
It couldn’t do more.
“Alright, go handle your end, and keep an eye on news from the Meng relatives.”
[Got it. Updates will come quickly. Once you finish here, it’ll continue over there.]
“Alright, first score here—make it a good one,” Sheng Jinhe said, putting on gloves. She slipped into the Meng family courtyard, silently opened a window, and stood in the living room.
She didn’t touch anything in plain sight—families like this wouldn’t leave anything valuable out in the open; appearances were everything.
Following He Miao’s clues, she first went to the kitchen and took rice, flour, and oil hidden in a back cabinet, putting them into her space. She left a stack of documents in return. Then she checked under the living room sofa, taking a box that Small yellow croakers had stored and replacing it with a letter. Next came the bathroom and bedrooms…
“Damn, the Mengs really know how to hide things. If these weren’t meant to be kept from others, it would’ve been enough for redistribution—capitalism, huh!” Sheng Jinhe muttered as she finished raiding the first floor and headed upstairs.
The second floor mainly had bedrooms and a study. Elderly rooms were usually on the first floor, but not for the Mengs. The old man’s bedroom was next to the study, followed by his sons’ rooms; the younger generation stayed downstairs.
Following He Miao’s tip, Sheng Jinhe yanked the old man and his wife out of bed—there was something valuable under the bed!
After a bit of inspection, she quickly discovered the mechanism, and with a click, a bedboard popped open.
“Tsk, this bed design is actually quite creative.”
But seeing what was inside still shocked her. All antiques and famous paintings! She had seen the market value, and her former supervisor had even arranged related courses for her. In the modern era, these would be worth hundreds of millions.
There were also rare professional books from various fields, now mostly lost. She glanced over architecture, medicine, and foreign language volumes…
Besides that, three boxes of small yellow fish, two boxes of small yellow croakers, and one box of military vouchers—yes, full-size boxes, roughly 4,000 sheets each.
What a sin! Now that it was hers, it felt like she was accumulating some merit.
She also found tobacco, alcohol, tea, unused military coats, uniforms, and new bedding in the wardrobe—and took it all.
Clapping her hands at the door, she moved on to the next room, repeating the process. Though the haul from the old man’s room wasn’t huge, every little bit helped.
Finally, she reached the study and found correspondence regarding the Li family.
It seemed the Mengs weren’t the only ones trying to suppress the Li family. There weren’t more clues in the original book, so she planned to study these letters later, replacing them with her own evidence in her folder.
Standing outside the Meng house, Sheng Jinhe admired her work. No need to pretend anymore—so much incriminating evidence, surely “redistribution” wouldn’t be the only outcome. This house would no longer belong to the Mengs.
She went to the courtyard, grabbed a shovel, and began digging.
[Owner, there’s news from over there. The address has been synced. I’ll give you the details—you listen while you work!]
Seeing her come out, He Miao knew the house work was done—this should be the last location.
“Got it!”
Sheng Jinhe found the whole thing fascinating. This person had climbed to the military committee’s second-in-command by virtue of oppression—tsk tsk, better eliminate it, serving the people in the process.
She didn’t even look at the box she dug up, putting it straight into her space. Time was short; she needed to head to the next target.
As she left, she also took three bicycles—what a wealthy family!
The second-in-command wasn’t alone. Using the addresses He Miao investigated, she went to the Meng relatives’ mortal enemies, tossing the denunciation letter directly onto their bed.
Seeing the lights on in the room, she waited three minutes. A man appeared, dressing as he walked out, and only then did Sheng Jinhe leave, confident.
By then, the sedative at the Meng house would have worn off.
She couldn’t witness the fallout—what a pity.
Arriving at the Meng relatives’ house, she carried out routine operations. It was rough here; she took anything movable.
She hadn’t cleared the Meng home completely in plain sight because it was in a military compound—she didn’t want too much attention. The relatives’ house was in a family compound, so she could act freely.
Of course, they wouldn’t escape consequences—she left evidence at the Meng home too. Once they handled the Meng house, they would come here. But after the effort she’d put in late at night, it was only fair they got properly organized.
She wasn’t done yet. She even went to the military district disciplinary committee. Since it involved soldiers, it would be trickier than a civilian case—but a little trouble for her meant double trouble for the Mengs. And Sheng Jinhe confirmed that every accusation in her denunciation letter was true.
By the time she finished, it was already 4 a.m.
People were starting to appear on the streets. In summer, workers began at 5 a.m.; in winter, 7 a.m. No way could she ride a motorcycle now. She changed clothes and cycled to the family compound.
Back home, she went straight to the kitchen. Grandpa would wake at 4:30, so she had to prepare breakfast.
Using space rice, she made porridge, cooked egg pancakes, and added a small plate of spicy-sour pickles Grandpa had prepared. Simple, delicious—breakfast ready. There wouldn’t be many more chances to cook for Grandpa.
“Grandpa, did you sleep well?” Sheng Jinhe asked with a smile as he came out of the bedroom.
“Wasn’t it your turn to cook? How did you finish before me?” Grandpa Sheng said, clearly well-rested, almost oversleeping.
“Hehe, I couldn’t sleep. Went to the black market and got some rice, flour, and oil. Grandpa, cook for yourself when you have time—don’t always eat at the cafeteria.”
“I’ll send Sister Yue to check on you irregularly!”
“Go wash up first, then try my egg pancakes.” Sheng Jinhe served the porridge.
“Alright. Don’t go to the black market by yourself, especially over there—understood?”
“If you need anything or want something, just tell me, Grandpa!”
Grandpa Sheng reminded her.
“Yes, Grandpa!” Sheng Jinhe replied obediently.
After breakfast, Grandpa Sheng went to work, and Sheng Jinhe finally went to the black market herself.