I transmigrated to the 1970s and became the female lead's vicious stepsister.

"Great, the information you provided is very useful to me."

"Here's your wages for today. I'll pay you first, then you can take me to find Ma Changzheng's mistress."

Su Lingwu suddenly had a premonition that this lover might be a breakthrough.

She was just very curious about this lover.

Su Lingwu gave Wei Dong, Da Qing, and Sun Dabao two yuan each, and Chen Yang three yuan and fifty cents.

"I...I don't need it, you've already given me five yuan." Sun Dabao was a little embarrassed to accept it.

"Take it. This news is very important to me. If you think it's too hot to handle these five yuan, then keep a close eye on Ma Changzheng and his lover. If you have any news, come to Linhe Brigade to find me."

"Sister, don't worry, I won't betray you. My name is Chen Yang, and my sister Chen Yao... was forced to commit suicide because she refused to submit to Ma Juntao. So I have a blood feud with the Ma family. The Ma family is our common enemy."

When Chen Yang mentioned his sister Chen Yao, tears welled up in his eyes.

"You're smart; you should have guessed it by now. I'm Ma Juntao's latest target, but I won't sit idly by. I'll make the Ma family pay the price!"

Hearing Su Lingwu's words, Chen Yang nodded with red eyes, "Sister, I will help you. You can take the money back; I don't want it."

Chen Yang took out the five yuan and fifty cents that Su Lingwu had given him over the past two days. She had given him two yuan yesterday and three yuan and fifty cents today, so it was exactly five yuan and fifty cents. The crumpled pieces were spread out in his palm.

"We don't want it anymore. We grew up with Yang Ge, we're all good brothers. Yang Ge's business is our business."

All three of them took out the money to return to Su Lingwu.

Su Lingwu could also see that her younger brothers were all kind and good people.

"Thank you so much. I'm already very happy that you could help me, but you must keep this money. I can't let you run errands for nothing. If I need your help in the future, I can ask for it."

"Don't worry, the fact that I can come up with this money means I'm not short of cash. Just keep it safe, it's all what you deserve."

"Take me to see where that lover lives now."

The group exchanged glances, all feeling grateful to Su Lingwu. They were indeed in dire need of money; they were all people suffering hardship, and every family had its own troubles.

"Okay, we'll take you there now."

Su Lingwu then realized that Ma Changzheng was really cunning. The place he chose to keep his mistress was in the suburbs, where there were fewer houses than in the city.

"Sister, someone's coming out!"

A woman walked out of the courtyard, carrying a basket in her hand; she was clearly going to buy groceries.

The woman looked back, and only after confirming that no one was around did she lock the door and leave.

Su Lingwu frowned. Why be so sneaky when buying groceries?

Is there some secret hidden in this courtyard?

"Chen Yang, you take one person and follow that woman. The other two, stay here and keep watch for me. I'll go in and check it out, then I'll be right back."

"Okay, sister, be careful."

"Dabao, Weidong, you two stay here and keep watch. Daqing, come with me."

Su Lingwu took a running start, climbed over the wall, and jumped into the courtyard.

I used to climb trees and go up mountains a lot when I was a kid, and I never thought I'd come in handy now.

There was nothing special about the courtyard; at first glance, it looked much like most other houses.

The house has three standard main rooms, two side rooms that seem to be used for storing miscellaneous items, and a kitchen built on the side.

The door wasn't locked, so Su Lingwu cautiously went in to investigate. Since this woman was Ma Changzheng's lover, she must know a lot about him. Perhaps she could pry a lot of information out of her.

Moreover, Ma Changzheng is meticulous and surely has multiple burrows; she wouldn't keep the money in just one place. She suspects that there are many things hidden here.

As one of Ma Changzheng's bed partners, it's impossible that he knew nothing.

The woman left in a suspicious manner, which made her seem quite suspicious.

Su Lingwu spent a long time looking around the main room but couldn't find anything suspicious. She even looked at the back of the hanging portrait.

With only the kitchen left to look at, Su Lingwu stepped into the kitchen and immediately noticed something was wrong. A normal kitchen, used frequently, should have some signs of wear and tear, but this kitchen looked like it hadn't been used in a long time.

Do you not cook at home?

Suddenly, Su Lingwu opened the pot lid, only to find it empty; the water hadn't even boiled.

Su Lingwu suddenly noticed a large board next to the stove pit. She lifted it up and found a hole.

Following the entrance, there were steps leading up to a more open space. Based on her location, Su Lingwu discovered the secret of the basement: the entrance was in the kitchen, and the basement was located below the three main rooms, probably about the same size as the upper rooms.

Who would have thought that there would be such a large basement beneath the house?

Then she saw boxes of gold bars, all kinds of jewelry, books and paintings, porcelain and antiques, jade and emeralds...

It's dazzling to look at.

There was also a considerable amount of grain and various daily necessities, comparable to a small supply and marketing cooperative.

A large leather suitcase, filled with money and tickets—how much money must that be?

She'll use this ill-gotten wealth to help Huahua.

With a wave of his hand, he stored them all into his spatial storage.

They collected about thirty boxes of items, and there were still quite a few left to collect. When Su Lingwu opened one, she was shocked. This... this isn't a gun?

What is Ma Changzheng trying to do? Is he planning a rebellion?

Wait, that black box, could it be a telegraph machine?

I rely on!

Run!

Su Lingwu dared not accept any more, and quickly climbed up, just as she put the lid back on and was about to leave.

Click.

The dark muzzle of a gun was pressed against her head.

"Look what I caught, a little mouse that steals things." A soft, cold voice reached his ears.

Sweat dripped down his forehead.