Mrs. Huasheng, who was still twisting and stomping around with Mr. Liu and Guihua, became anxious when she heard that Yang Ruoqing was going to help her clean up the wing.
She jumped up and shouted in a high voice: "You are not allowed to go, you are not allowed to go, that is my house, no outsiders are allowed in!"
Yang Ruoqing, who had just run to the kitchen door, heard Mrs. Huasheng stop her and deliberately stopped and turned to look at her.
The other party was full of anxiety and panic. She desperately pushed away Liu and Guihua beside her and struggled to intercept Yang Ruoqing.
Yang Ruoqing's suspicions were more confirmed. She winked at Mrs. Liu, hoping that Mrs. Liu would help her hold off Mrs. Huasheng so that she could buy herself the chance and time to go in and search openly.
Although Yang Ruoqing didn't have an argument with Mrs. Liu about suspecting Mrs. Huasheng of stealing money, as soon as Mrs. Liu saw the look Yang Ruoqing gave her, she immediately knew what she should do.
With quick eyesight and quick hands, Mrs. Liu hugged Mrs. Huasheng from behind and said loudly: "What are you in a hurry for? Let Qing'er make your bed. You can also enjoy your happiness!"
Mrs. Huasheng was like a wild bull that was about to go crazy. Her eyes were red and she struggled desperately in Mrs. Liu's arms, making sharp and harsh screams from her mouth.
"No, no, that's my house. Girl Qing, get out of here if you can!"
Mrs. Liu smacked her lips and said loudly: "Tsk, tsk, Qing'er saw that you fell into the water and was kind enough to help you make your bed. Why are you biting Lu Dongbin now?"
"No, no, no, don't come into my house, get out of here!"
"Oh my god, is your house a treasure or something? Why are you so worried about others entering? Qing'er has so much money, why would he care about the belongings in your house?"
Ms. Liu suddenly paused mid-sentence, as if she suddenly thought of something, her tone took a high turn, and she exclaimed loudly and exaggeratedly, as if she had discovered a new world: "Oh, is it possible that you are in the house?" Are you hiding a man?"
"I'm hiding your father!" Mrs. Huasheng yelled.
Mrs. Liu chuckled strangely, "My father has been dead for more than ten years. If you really dare to hide his soul, I admire you. I will call you 'little mom' from the bottom of my heart. Do you dare to answer?"
While Mrs. Liu and Mrs. Huasheng were bickering, Yang Ruoqing had already taken the lead and rushed into the main room of Yang Huasheng's house.
Not only did she go in by herself, she also temporarily called Yang Huazhou, who was standing at the door of the kitchen, to come in together.
"Fifth Uncle, I strongly suspect that Mrs. Huasheng stole the six taels of silver from Uncle Huamao's house. Now you go to the west room to look for her, and I'll go to the east room."
Yang Huazhou was shocked by Yang Ruoqing's information. Thinking about how nervous Mrs. Huasheng was about Yang Ruoqing entering the main room, Yang Huazhou suddenly understood something. He nodded and plunged into the west room.
Yang Ruoqing entered the east room.
The east room should be the room where Yang Huasheng and his wife sleep. In the middle of the room is a big bed that looks like it has some thoughts. The big bed is piled with bedding in a mess, and a few pieces of wet clothes that Huasheng's wife had changed were randomly thrown on the ground.
The furniture in the house is very simple, except for tables, chairs, washbasin buckets, etc., there are just a few cage wardrobes that look a bit old and have peeling paint.
Yang Ruoqing's first choice was those boxes and cabinets. She rummaged through them and found nothing except some clothes and shoes.
Then she placed the target on the bed and almost turned the bed upside down. Apart from finding two smelly socks caught in the gap between the bed boards, she found nothing else.
And I don’t know how long it has been since Mrs. Huasheng cleaned the urine bucket in the corner. It was so sexy that it made Yang Ruoqing want to sneeze.
Isn't the money hidden in this house?
Or is my guess wrong?
At this moment, Yang Huazhou came over.
"Qing'er, have you found it here?" he asked.
Yang Ruoqing shook her head, "Uncle Wu, did you find anything over there?"
Yang Huazhou shook his head, "Don't talk about money, I haven't seen a penny."
Yang Ruoqing frowned, was her last hope about to be dashed?
At this time, Mrs. Liu's voice came from the kitchen: "Qing'er, have you packed up over there? We are almost overwhelmed here!"
Yang Ruoqing came back to her senses and said to Yang Huazhou: "Fifth Uncle, please let someone come in first. Brother Wangsheng still has to see someone!"
Yang Huazhou nodded, turned around and was about to call them into the house. After walking a few steps, he suddenly thought of something and said to Yang Ruoqing: "Their son should live in the east room, right? It's really scary that there is no one in that room. There are several mice on the table." , crawling around and scaring me, you’d better not go in, I’m afraid you’ll be scared too!”
Yang Ruoqing smiled and nodded at this concern from her fifth uncle.
Looking at Yang Huazhou's leaving figure, a flash of lightning flashed in Yang Ruoqing's mind, and she suddenly thought of something.
She rushed into the west room.
The west room was dark and damp, with both front and rear windows closed, and the room was filled with a damp and musty smell.
Yang Ruoqing also caught the lingering greasy smell in the air.
There were two big brown mice on the table looking for each other with their heads lowered, their long and thin tails trailing behind them, making squeaking sounds from time to time.
Yang Ruoqing was not afraid of anything, but even if she was afraid of mice, she didn't know what was going on.
And that fear was engraved in her genes, lingering and difficult to overcome.
She once tried to buy two little hamsters to feed, hoping to gradually overcome her fear of mice through contact with hamsters.
It turned out that the hamster was a hamster, and she enjoyed the soft touch of the little thing curled up in her palm. Moreover, when feeding the hamster, their breasts were so cute, their cheeks were bulging, and their pink hands could hold pine nuts and chew them.
But once she was replaced by a mouse, all her previous efforts were back to square one. Especially the long and slender tail behind the mouse, as well as the two small white front teeth exposed, made her even more intimidated, and she couldn't like it no matter what.
But at this moment, she didn't care so much. She picked up the feather duster on the side and slapped it hard on the table.
The two mice were so frightened that they squeaked and jumped to the base of the wall like lightning. Yang Ruoqing stamped her feet to avoid them coming toward her. Fortunately, they disappeared along the hole at the base of the wall.
She breathed a sigh of relief. Only then did I realize that there was a pile of mouse droppings left on the table.
"This Mrs. Huasheng lives such a sloppy life! Even if her son doesn't live at home for many years, she shouldn't let her son's house be in such a mess!"
Yang Ruoqing complained in her heart and walked over to open the drawer under the table.
The table is divided into four sides. Now one side is against the wall, leaving three sides outside.
Yang Ruoqing opened all three drawers next to Shun'er. The things inside were all old things that had no use value, let alone ornamental value.
Naturally, there is no value in searching for Yang Ruoqing.
