The First Military God of the Border

Anjiawopeng is a large village, the most prosperous place in the surrounding area.

It wouldn't be an exaggeration to call it a town. There are shops, merchants, and even locals like Anjia who run gambling dens and brothels with very few women.

Lin Hui traveled over mountains, making the journey even longer. By the time he reached the outskirts of Anjia hut, it was already evening, and darkness was beginning to fall.

As night fell, the shacks were brightly lit.

The An family compound was particularly conspicuous; Lin Hui could clearly see the bustling crowds coming and going from afar.

Ling Ziyi's information was very accurate; today was indeed the day the An family's patriarch was taking a concubine.

After taking a look at the surroundings of Anjia from afar, Lin Hui quietly entered the village.

The memories in his mind helped him a lot.

The original owner of this body gambled away money and, in order to avoid debt collectors, wandered through every street of Anjia Wopeng, which actually helped Lin Hui.

Instead of going through the main street, he chose a secluded path and headed straight for his destination.

Lin Hui arrived at the side corner of the An family mansion. Although there were two households guarding the area, his location was a blind spot.

After Lin Hui arrived, he hid in the shadows in the corner and did not make any rash moves.

Because he knew there must be patrols in that area.

Sure enough, not long after, two men carrying lanterns and wielding steel knives walked by, cursing under their breath.

"I'm so damn regretful. On the old master's joyous occasion, while everyone else is drinking and eating meat, they've sent us two brothers to patrol. I think Master Luan is deliberately trying to cause trouble for us."

"Let's say less. Everyone's in the courtyard tonight. Wouldn't it be better if we finished this walk and went to the front courtyard to have some fun?"

"Hehe, yeah, let's go, hurry up."

After the patrolling guards had gone far away, Lin Hui took out the trident he had prepared in advance and threw it out.

They climbed over the wall without anyone noticing.

The patrolmen were completely unaware that someone had entered right under their noses.

Lin Hui looked into the courtyard and saw that the front yard was bustling with activity and decorated with lanterns and colorful decorations, while this area was very quiet and deserted.

He lightly leaped into the courtyard, but lost his footing and knocked over the clutter piled up in the corner. Quick-witted and agile, he quietly put the items back and began to search around.

Without making any progress, Lin Hui discovered several large vats. Upon opening them, he found they were filled with pine resin.

This stuff is a weapon of war, even more difficult to produce than tung oil, and it will ignite immediately upon contact with an open flame.

Afterwards, he went into the woodshed and found it was full of piles of miscellaneous items.

After thoroughly investigating the area, Lin Hui wasn't in a hurry. Instead, he sat down in the woodshed and waited.

After estimating that the time was about right, he took out his tinderbox, dipped the arrow in pine oil, lit it, and shot it out.

After sending the signal, Lin Hui walked deeper into the courtyard.

Passing through a small gate, one enters a courtyard with houses built of blue bricks on both sides. The houses are relatively low and simply furnished, which Lin Hui judges to be the living quarters of servants and guards.

Lin Hui walked a little further and came to a slightly larger courtyard. He saw an old woman kneeling on the ground, and a young girl kneeling beside her.

The girl was only about ten years old. Under the light, she looked extremely thin. She knelt there, trembling.

Before them stood a middle-aged man, dressed in clean clothes but not extravagantly, with a large, slightly overweight face.

Lin Hui recognized him; his surname was Zhang, and he was the housekeeper of the An family.

The original owner of this body had even been slapped by him.

"Old man, if you can't produce this today, I'll take your granddaughter."

"Master Steward, please grant me a few more days. I will definitely find a way to deliver the grain."

Butler Zhang chuckled: "Give you a few days' grace? Who's going to give me a few days' grace?"

"If you're determined not to hand it over, that's fine too. But you won't have to cultivate the land in Anjia next year."

"Master Steward, as you know, there was little harvest in the fields this year, and we simply cannot provide any grain."

One after another, the old tenants kowtowed, pleading, "Master steward, please, I beg you, I will definitely make up for this year's debt next year."

"Next year? Old man, do you think the An family is a charity?"

A young voice suddenly appeared. Lin Hui looked in the direction of the voice and saw a young man in the shadows. He was very tall and dressed in luxurious clothes.

It was An Shicai.

Upon seeing the newcomer, the butler hurriedly clasped his hands in a respectful bow: "Young Master, it's chilly here. Please go to the front to warm up. I'll come and serve you as soon as I'm done."

An Shicai waved his hand, his gaze lingering on the old tenant farmer for a moment before settling on the young girl.

Although the girl was young and extremely thin, she was beautiful and a natural beauty with delicate features.

"Old man, is this your granddaughter?"

The old tenant hurriedly nodded: "Yes, young master, this is my granddaughter. She is ten years old and doesn't know any better. If she offends you, please don't blame her."

"Ten years old?"

An Shicai revealed a wicked smile: "How about this, I'll waive all the rent you owe."

The old tenant was startled.

Just as he was about to express his gratitude, An Shicai said, "However, I can't let you get so much food for nothing."

"Let your granddaughter stay here and work as a maid by my side. Don't worry, I will make sure she is well-fed and clothed and will not suffer any grievances."

Upon hearing this, the old tenant farmer immediately lost his composure and turned pale.

Who doesn't know what kind of person An Shicai is? There are hundreds of households and hundreds of people in the An family shack.

"Young master, she is still young and doesn't know how to serve others. Please have mercy and let her go."

The old tenants knelt on the ground, kowtowing one after another: "Young Master An, please, please..."

But how could the beastly An Shicai care about any of that? He simply waved his hand dismissively.

"Steward Zhang, take this to Wu Ma, tell her to clean it up and bring it to my room..."

The old tenant was on the verge of tears, his face filled with resentment, yet he was helpless.

"Old man, let me tell you, it's her good fortune to have caught my eye. If you keep making noise, I'll have someone throw you out."

With a wave of the steward's hand, two guards stepped forward and pulled the little girl up. The little girl was frightened and clung tightly to the old tenant's hand, crying with tears streaming down her face.

"grandfather……."

"Save me... Grandpa..."

The old tenant farmer tried to fight back and ran over to snatch his granddaughter back, but the steward kicked him away.

Several guards rushed up and started punching and kicking the old tenant. In no time, the old tenant was bruised and bleeding profusely.

"You ungrateful wretch."

The butler cursed viciously, "Get out of here right now, or else..."

Lin Hui was hiding in the shadows and saw everything that had just happened clearly. The little girl's heart-wrenching cries did not cause any ripples in the joyful cheers in the front yard.

The little girl was dragged away by two guards, with the steward following closely behind, while the old tenant was struggling to move his body on the ground.

Lin Hui wanted to rush out to save the girl, but if he went out, his whereabouts would be exposed, which would be detrimental to his plans for tonight.

He gripped the knife so tightly he almost broke the pure steel handle.

After calming himself down, Lin Hui took a deep breath and continued exploring inside.

The inner courtyard is where Anjia (Anjia) lives.

An Shicai stood smugly at his door, waving to the people outside and saying, "Give the order: tonight the old man is having his wedding night, and so am I. No matter how much noise we make, no one is allowed to come in."

Aunt Wu, carrying the basin of hot water, agreed and left.

An Shicai then went into his room and quickly closed the door.

"An Shicai, you heartless bastard! You had the heart to abuse a ten-year-old girl, are you even human?"