"What? Someone really stole the money? How could this happen? Who could it be? So the person who stole the money should know where my mother hides the money?"
Mrs. Sun was shocked and kept saying, "Also, if I remember correctly, when the Zhang family's sister-in-law came to take care of my mother, my mother was already paralyzed in bed, and she was also ill and couldn't recognize people.
In that case, it is impossible for my mother to hide money anymore, so Zhang's sister-in-law definitely doesn't know where the money box is. Product=Book/Network”
Yang Huaming nodded, "Third sister-in-law's guess is right. The person who stole the money is familiar with the place where my mother hides the money. The money was stolen recently."
Mrs. Sun started to get scared again, "It's hard to guard against house thieves day and night. This is what I'm most afraid of. I feel very panicked."
Yang Huaming gritted his teeth with hatred, "If I find out which of our dogs stole the money, I will give that person a good beating!"
"My son is beating me, fourth brother, do you really have the guts to do it?" Yang Huazhong suddenly asked.
Yang Huaming was stunned for a moment, "Third brother, what do you mean...?"
Yang Huazhong said, "What's the point? The thief who dug into the box and stole the money is none other than our good father!"
"Third brother!" Yang Huaming shouted in shock.
Mrs. Sun was also filled with astonishment, thinking that she had heard wrongly. How could it be her father?
"Didn't my father and my mother live together? The money in my mother's box was also my father's. Why did I need to steal it? I haven't stolen it in the past decades!" Ms. Sun exclaimed.
"Besides, our father's food, drinks, clothing and other things are all given to us after we bought each room. Even if we give him money, he has nowhere to spend it, so why would he steal it?" asked Sun again.
Yang Huaming said, "Logically speaking, it shouldn't be our father. When I took Zhang's sister-in-law over to talk about this matter, my father was sitting next to me and was talking to Zhang's sister-in-law. He looked so magnanimous. He doesn’t feel guilty at all, and even if he were beaten to death, he wouldn’t be able to tell that he is the thief!”
Yang Huazhong had a sullen face and gritted his teeth and said, "He stole it. That's right, it was him!"
"Third brother, where is the evidence?"
"Snapped!"
A money bag fell on the table, and the black spots on it were dried blood.
"Third brother, what is this?" Yang Huaming was surprised and asked again.
Ms. Sun next to her suddenly raised her hand to cover her mouth, and the blood on her face faded completely.
Yang Huazhong stared at the money bag on the table with a gloomy look, "Count the money in it first."
Yang Huaming nodded, stepped forward and poured the money in the wallet onto the table, making a crisp sound.
Yang Huaming is happiest when counting money, quickly and accurately.
Soon, he reported a number.
After finishing the report, he suddenly paused, "Hey, how come the amount in this money bag is exactly the same as the amount missing from my mother's money box?"
"And third brother, who does this money bag belong to? Does it belong to my mother? Why is the money my mother lost here again?"
"What the hell is going on? Why am I so confused?"
Yang Huazhong snorted coldly, "This money bag was found on Zhang Xiangzi's body when I went to carry him down the mountain that day. It was stained with his blood."
"What?"
Yang Huaming was startled. He glanced at the black things on the money bag, then raised his fingers to look at them. He wiped them all over his body and wanted to chop his fingers off.
"No wonder I smelled a fishy smell just now, it's unlucky..."
"Fourth, why don't you ask me, Old Yang, why this money bag belongs to Zhang Xiangzi?" Yang Huazhong asked again.
Yang Huaming was stunned, "It's too scary. I didn't even bother to ask. Third brother, what's going on?"
Yang Huazhong said, "I secretly picked up this money bag before, and I couldn't figure out why the money bag made by Mei'er was on Zhang Xiangzi. Now I suddenly figured it out. The money in this money bag , it was my father who stole my mother’s money and stuffed it in, and then he found an opportunity and stuffed it into Mrs. Huang, who then gave the money bag to Zhang Xiangzi.”
"Third brother, our father...why did our father give money to Mr. Huang? This is really funny. We tried to persuade him that day, analyzed the pros and cons with him, and told him not to set fire to the old house. Didn't he also promise at that time? Have you? Haven’t you talked to Mr. Huang for several days?”
"Did you switch from overt to covert hookup? It's so outrageous!"
Yang Huaming was so angry that he wanted to go to Old Yang to argue with him, but Yang Huazhong stopped him.
"It's getting late tonight, so don't make a fuss anymore. I'm a little tired now. Let's wait until tomorrow. Anyway, we know the truth."
The truth is, this old man... does one thing in front of his face and another behind his back, and goes back on his word, regardless of his own face, not even the face of the entire Old Yang family.
Giving money to Mrs. Huang in private, what is this? It's ridiculous!
"Third brother, I know you are tired, so let's not talk about it tonight. We must call our father over tomorrow. I want him to give an explanation!" Yang Huaming looked angry.
Yang Huazhong sneered and asked, "Then what kind of explanation do you want?"
"Let him admit it personally. Not only must he admit it personally, but he must also write a guarantee in black and white. He will not be allowed to leave the old house for a month."
"When elders have done something wrong, they need to think about it and reflect on themselves. They cannot always use it to suppress us juniors."
"It must be written clearly in the guarantee letter. If he commits the crime again in the future, we will open a family tree and remove him from the family tree. From now on, his life, old age, illness and death will have nothing to do with us!"
No more involvement?
Yang Huazhong narrowed his eyes.
That means that when the old man passes away in the future, the children and grandchildren of the family will not have to worry about keeping filial piety for him, and will not delay his official career and marriage.
After exhaling a heavy breath, Yang Huazhong lamented, "I hope we don't get to that point!"
Tomorrow is the old man's last chance. It's a father-son fight, the last show of tolerance.
There can be no next time!
…
Yang Huazhong and Sun finally lay down on the bed, and the whole village fell into a deep sleep. A few dogs barked from far and near, making the night more deep and quiet.
But Luo Fengtang and Zuo Junmo quietly entered Mianniu Mountain in this deep and quiet night.
"Feng Tang, I haven't seen you for a while. Your skills and steps have become more and more refined. If we compete again now, I'm afraid I will no longer be your opponent."
Along the way into the mountain, the two of them performed tricks. Zuo Junmo looked at Luo Fengtang's awe-inspiring and steady aura under the moon and couldn't help but sigh.
Luo Fengtang just smiled faintly and said, "Brother Zuo, you have practiced martial arts since you were a child and have been taught by a famous teacher, while I am a half-time monk. Your foundation is stronger than mine."
Zuo Junmo raised his hand and patted Luo Fengtang on the shoulder, "Let's go, keep on going. I can't wait to see what kind of monster is doing evil in this mountain!"
Ugly women farming: Mountain man doting on his wife
Ugly women farming: Mountain man doting on his wife
