The money bag was slapped on the table, but Old Yangtou had not yet reacted.
Yang Huaming picked up the bag, turned it over, and poured the broken silver and copper plates inside onto the table.
"Dad, can you think of anything now?" He gritted his teeth and smiled strangely at Lao Yang.
Old Yang's eyes were focused on the money bag and coins on the table, his mouth was open wide enough to stuff an egg, his eyes were glazed over, his whole body was stiff, and his mind was completely blank.
"Dad, why didn't you say anything? Did you not remember it? Or didn't you recognize it? Or did you recognize it when you remembered it but didn't dare to face it?" Yang Huaming asked again with a smile.
Old Yang's eyes finally turned around. As if he had been struck by lightning, he slowly turned his head and stared at Yang Huaming: "What do you mean, bastard? Did I commit murder or arson?"
Yang Huaming twitched his lips: "Dad's memory is really bad, so let me tell you."
He sat sideways at the table, tapping his knuckles on the table: "This money bag was given to Yongxian by Mei'er. The money in it is what is missing from my mother's box."
"The weird thing is that Yongxian's money bag appeared on Zhang Xiangzi's body with my mother's money in it. Dad, what do you think about this?"
Old Yangtou's face was ashen and he pursed his lips tightly without saying a word.
Others at the table were shocked.
"Fourth uncle, did I hear you correctly? Didn't that Aunt Zhang steal the money for my milk?" Yang Yongzhi asked in surprise.
I just came back from the Taoist temple today and heard from Liu'er that grandma had lost the money, and he insisted that the Zhang family woman had stolen it.
"Yongzhi, you shouldn't ask me this question, you have to ask your father." Yang Huaming said.
Yang Yongzhi turned his attention to Lao Yangtou again: "Sir, what's going on? Why did the eldest brother's money bag and my milk money appear on Zhang Xiangzi's body? That beast didn't slander Mianmian's cousin, but he still did it Come to our old Yang's house to steal things? Even if you die, you will be despised!"
"Third brother, do you think that Zhang Xiangzi, with my grandma's ability to hide money, doesn't have to carry a hoe and shovel to dig three feet into the ground if he wants to steal her money? He is stupid, but he shouldn't be that stupid yet!"
It was Yang Yongqing who said this.
Yang Yongqing bared his teeth and looked at Old Yangtou: "Although the third uncle and the fourth uncle failed, but with my clever mind, hey, sir, you stole the money, right?"
"Snapped!"
Lao Yang slapped his head on the table with such force that the palm of his hand was burning with pain.
"Yongqing, you are full of shit. You and I have been a married couple for our whole lives and we have been together through thick and thin. In the past, when life was the hardest, I would break off half of a steamed bun and give it to her to prevent her from starving to death."
"Her money is my money, and my money is also given to her for safekeeping. Why should I steal her money? Even if I do take her money, it is only natural and natural!"
"So, Dad, you just admitted that you took this money out of Mom's box?"
Yang Huazhong, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly spoke up.
Old Yang was stunned for a moment, his expression changed several times, and then he raised his neck and said, "What did I admit? I'm just being reasonable. I didn't take it. What did I do with the money? I don't have much to spend!"
"Dad, you have taught us brothers since we were young that men should be brave enough to take responsibility. Now it's your turn, why can't you take responsibility?" Yang Huazhong stared deeply at Lao Yang's head, feeling heartbroken.
"Today, this is your last chance. If you confess honestly and write a letter of guarantee in black and white, we can still consider whether to forgive you."
"If you are still stubborn and deceive all of us as fools, don't blame us for not recognizing you as our elder!"
Yang Huazhong's powerful words came out, and the huge hall suddenly fell into suffocating silence.
Everyone's eyes were looking at Old Yangtou overtly and covertly. Old Yangtou himself did not say a word, just looked at Yang Huazhong silently.
The old man's eyes were so gloomy that he could drip water. He was in his seventies, and almost all the flesh on his body had fallen off, leaving only a handful of skin and bones.
At this moment, the deep folds on his neck were rising and falling with his breathing, and his throat began to make that huffing sound again, like a bellows pulling.
"Third brother, are you all deliberately trying to push me, an old man, to death?" Lao Yangtou asked word for word.
"I worked hard to pull you up one by one. Now that my wings are hardened, you all are riding on my neck..."
"Dad, let's talk about the matter, don't change the subject." Yang Huazhong interrupted the old man impatiently.
"Our filial piety and support for you are a lesson to the world. Now we want to find out why you stole my mother's money? Why did this money end up in Zhang Xiangzi's hands again? Those villagers outside are gossiping. Is it true? Are you really confused and are you thinking too much at your age? "
Yang Huazhong really didn't want to expose these words in front of the juniors. It would be embarrassing, it would be too embarrassing.
However, this old man won't shed tears until he sees the coffin, that's all. The old man himself doesn't want to be old-fashioned, so what else does he have to care about? Say it openly!
"Since dad doesn't want to say it, let me explain it to you!"
Yang Huazhong continued, "It's just that after I told my father, our friendship was completely broken off. I'm going to invite the village elders to come and testify, open a family tree, and remove their names. From now on, we will We won’t have any contact with each other until we die!”
Yang Huaming immediately agreed: "Yes, dad still refuses to tell the truth. It's so chilling. Third brother, if you can't tell me, let me tell you, this money is..."
"Yes, I got the money!"
Old Yangtou suddenly roared and cut off Yang Huaming's words.
"I took this money from your mother's box. What do I do with the money? I take some money and keep it with me. There are usually sellers coming into the village. Can't I buy some small things?" asked Old Yangtou.
"How did this money get to Zhang Xiangzi?" Yang Huaming asked again.
"How do I know? I kept it with me. Maybe I accidentally lost it and was picked up by him. This is possible." The old man said.
"Dad, Zhang Xiangzi didn't pick up your money. It was you who wanted to please Mr. Huang, so you gave the money and the money bag to Mr. Huang, who then gave Zhang Xiangzi something to use for his escape," Yang Huaming corrected.
"That's nonsense." Old Yang slapped his head hard on the table.
"Those are just nonsense words from outsiders. Do you believe it? Mr. Huang and I are completely innocent. We haven't spoken to each other for I don't know how long..."
"You two haven't spoken recently, but this doesn't conflict with you giving her money in private." Yang Huaming said.
"Catch thieves to catch stolen goods, catch women to catch couples, where is the evidence?" the old man asked.
Early that morning, he had made sure that no one was nearby, so he waited at that intersection.
Others would definitely not know about the money given to Mr. Huang, but Mrs. Huang herself would not tell him about it, no matter for the sake of her own reputation or for other reasons. After all, he was giving her money. , to help her, to show kindness.
What's more, I heard that Mrs. Huang was so ill that she was confused. As long as Mrs. Huang didn't speak, she would not be enlightened. These bastards were just speculating.
At this time, the competition is about mentality. Whoever's mentality collapses first will lose.
The old man has lived for more than seventy years, and what he has practiced is mentality.
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Ugly women farming: Mountain man doting on his wife
Ugly women farming: Mountain man doting on his wife
