Meng Zhao had killed quite a few people tonight, and he was in an excellent mood. Yet as he looked at the roomful of gold, silver, and jewels, along with the heaps of banknotes, he found himself at a loss.
The first difficulty was where to hide this wealth. The second was that he would not remain in the county seat forever. These riches would eventually have to be transported back to Little Cold Village. How was he to move them? And once they reached Little Cold Village, where would he hide them?
These were all problems.
Still, though troublesome, they were not terribly troublesome. After all, the most troublesome and difficult part—the original accumulation of wealth—had already been completed. Hiding and transporting it were merely tedious matters. With some care, they could ultimately be handled properly.
Meng Zhao first searched the two residences for containers and actually found several large wooden chests. He began loading the gold, silver, and jewels from the secret chamber, the various antiques, and the banknotes and treasure notes into them bit by bit.
Then Meng Zhao did not sleep the entire night. After finding some farming tools, he dug a deep pit in Su Dinglun's residence, sealed up all the treasures, and buried them all within. At the same time, he disposed of every corpse cleanly and thoroughly.
Early the next morning, he changed clothes and used the Art of Disguise to turn himself into a middle-aged traveling merchant in his thirties. He appeared in the bustling, prosperous county seat.
This time, he took the initiative. He scattered a great deal of silver and first forged an identity for himself. This identity was naturally fake, yet also real.
It was fake because this person had never existed from beginning to end. It was real