You were tasked with guarding the Sihang Warehouse, and you brought out a Tiger tank?

Public opinion instantly shifted in Lin Feng's favor.

County Chief Chen looked at the evidence on the ground, opened his mouth, but couldn't say a word.

He knew the Wang family was finished.

If the charge of colluding with the Japanese invaders is confirmed, then there will be no redemption.

Moreover, Lin Feng has guns and soldiers, and now he has the moral high ground.

What else could the county magistrate say besides nodding in agreement?

"This...this..." County Magistrate Chen wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, his tone softening instantly. "So that's how it is...Commander Lin, you've had a hard time and must have been frightened. Since it's collusion with the Japanese invaders, then...then it should naturally be investigated and dealt with."

"The county magistrate is wise."

Lin Feng smiled again, stepped forward, and affectionately put his arm around County Magistrate Chen's shoulder:

"The incident happened so suddenly tonight that I didn't have time to report to the county magistrate, which was my fault. But rest assured, I will write a detailed report on the specifics of the situation and hand it over to the county government along with the witnesses and physical evidence after dawn."

"Now that Wang Fuhai, that big traitor, has committed suicide out of fear of punishment, as for the Wang family's property..." Lin Feng lowered his voice and said meaningfully, "I have already confiscated those floating assets to fund the military. However, the Wang family's farmland, shops, houses, and other real estate will naturally be handled by the county government."

"Your Excellency, what do you think?"

County Chief Chen's eyes lit up.

Although the Wang family's floating wealth is gone, their real estate is still a lucrative asset.

Lin Feng was sharing the cake with him, and also giving him a way out.

"Ahem..." County Magistrate Chen coughed twice, straightened his back, and said, "Commander Lin is selfless and dedicated, which I admire. In that case, let's do as Commander Lin says. Our Qing County will never tolerate traitors and lackeys."

The two exchanged a knowing smile, reaching a tacit agreement on a sordid deal.

Behind them, the firelight from the Wang family mansion illuminated half the sky.

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As dawn breaks in the east, the first rays of sunlight appear.

Lin Feng rode on his horse, followed by a large, well-equipped entourage, and returned to their encampment outside the city.

This night was a harrowing one for the people of Qing County; but for Lin Feng, it was a night of transformation.

As soon as he entered the camp gate, Lin Feng dismounted, threw the reins to the orderly, and turned to look at Zhao Dashan.

"Dashan, let the brothers work hard for a bit. We can't let our guard down yet."

As Lin Feng unbuttoned his top button, he gave a deep order: "The main force will take turns resting, but at least one company must be left to patrol and guard. The sentry posts must be set up two miles away, with both visible and covert sentries."

"Yes, sir." Zhao Dashan stood at attention and saluted, then hesitated for a moment, "Commander, those newly recruited militiamen..."

"Don't let them sit idle." Lin Feng sneered. "We didn't let them bleed last night because we were afraid they'd riot. Now that we've returned victorious, it's time to establish our authority. Drag them all out and have them stand guard and patrol with the veterans. Anyone who dares to slack off or cheat will be court-martialed. Without being toughened up, they'll always remain a rabble."

"Understood! I'll personally train these bastards." Zhao Dashan grinned, revealing a set of white teeth, and turned to stride away.

After arranging the defenses, Lin Feng returned to the command post alone.

The room was quiet, except for the ticking of the old-fashioned wall clock.

He walked to the wall and looked at the thick old almanac.

He reached out, and there was a "ripping" sound.

The page with "Sixth" printed on it was torn off and fell to the ground.

The new calendar paper is now on display:

July 7th, 1937 (the 26th year of the Republic of China, the Dingchou year).

The 29th day of the fifth month in the lunar calendar.

Suitable for: offering sacrifices, traveling, breaking ground. Unsuitable for: burial, repairing graves.

Lin Feng's fingers gently caressed the four characters "July 7th", his fingertips turning slightly white.

Time is up.

Tonight, at Lugou Bridge outside Beiping, a gunshot will pierce the sky, marking the beginning of the Great Xia nation's all-out war of resistance.

Compared to the catastrophe that is about to sweep across the land, the raid on Wang Fuhai's home last night, which drove him to his death, is like throwing a pebble into the ocean; it doesn't even make a ripple.

"call……"

Lin Feng exhaled a long breath and narrowed his eyes.

Since the wheels of history are rolling in, I will use this "first pot of gold" that I stole from the Wang family to equip this war chariot with the sharpest fangs.

"Hey, commander, the hot water's here."

The orderly carried in a copper basin, steaming hot.

Lin Feng was taken aback. Luckily, it was hot water, not chicken soup.

Then I buried my face in the warm water and rubbed it vigorously, washing away the smoke and fatigue of the night.

He dried his face, waved away the orderly, closed the door, and drew the curtains.

Next up is the delightful "unboxing" segment.

With a thought, Lin Feng opened the system space.

"Splash—"

With a crisp, melodious sound, the once empty command post floor was instantly filled with mountains of treasure.

First, there were those heavy wooden crates; once the lids were lifted, they were all bright red.

Those were envelopes of silver dollars, each containing one hundred dollars, sealed in red paper and neatly stacked.

"one two three……"

Lin Feng roughly counted them; there were about 120 letters.

More than 12,000 silver dollars.

This is just the appetizer.

The real highlight was those unassuming black earthenware jars covered in mud on the side.

This was dug out from deep within the cellar of the Wang family's back residence.

That old fox Wang Fuhai still tried to play tricks before he died, but under Lin Feng's "physical persuasion" method, he obediently revealed the location of the treasure.

Lin Feng picked up an entrenching tool and smashed the seal on a ceramic jar.

Clang.

Several dusty silver ingots rolled out.

This is a standard 50-tael ingot, also known as a "large-winged silver ingot".

Although the surface is somewhat oxidized and blackened, this is genuine hard currency, the "coffin money" most favored by landlords and wealthy people.

Lin Feng weighed it in his hand; it was quite heavy.

The silver ingots in these pottery jars, when converted into silver dollars, would be worth at least ten thousand yuan.

Looking to the side, there were several exquisite camphor wood chests.

Upon opening it, it was dazzlingly golden.

Large yellow croakers (worth ten taels of gold bars) and small yellow croakers (worth one tael of gold bars) were neatly arranged, gleaming with a captivating luster under the light.

There was also a box of jewelry next to it, including jade bracelets, pearl necklaces, ruby ​​and sapphire rings... Any one of these pieces would be enough for an ordinary family to live on for several years.

"Tsk tsk tsk, Mr. Wang, you've certainly committed many misdeeds in your life."

Lin Feng picked up a silver dollar, put it to his lips, blew on it, and listened to the pleasant buzzing sound. He couldn't help but smile.

All this ill-gotten wealth now belongs to the Lin family.

Besides gold and silver, there were also stacks of colorful banknotes pressed at the bottom of the box.

There were Japanese yen, American taels, British pounds, and of course, the most common currency was the French franc.

Lin Feng made a rough estimate.

The current amount, including silver dollars and silver ingots, is approximately 22,000.

The gold bars and jewelry were worth at least 30,000 silver dollars.

Foreign exchange and fiat currency can also be exchanged for ten or twenty thousand.

In addition, there are the grains, cloths, and medicinal herbs that were emptied from the Wang family's warehouse but haven't been taken out of the system space yet...

This wave of transactions is worth more than 70,000 silver dollars.

What does 70,000 silver dollars mean?

Based on the purchasing power at that time, one silver dollar was roughly equivalent to 200 to 300 RMB in later times.

Seventy thousand silver dollars, that's about twenty million.

Get rich overnight.