Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Chapter 5233 Blame Me?
"Stop talking so much, look at what this is!"

Yang Huazhong directly threw something on the table.

Yang Huamei and Mrs. Sun went up to watch it together.

It is a money bag for making money, sewn with blue and old cloth, with a crooked plum blossom embroidered on it.

There were pieces of dark black on the money bag, but this did not affect Yang Huamei and Sun's recognition of the money bag at all.

Yang Huamei even picked up the money bag and looked it over carefully in front of her eyes, "This, isn't this the money bag I sewed with my own hands? Why is it in your hand, third brother? Hey, what does it smell like? It smells fishy." Woolen cloth……"

"It was picked up by Zhang Xiangzi!"

When Yang Huazhong said something abruptly, Yang Huamei loosened her fingers suddenly in fright, the money bag fell on the table, and the broken silver and copper plates inside fell on the table.

Yang Huamei's eyes almost popped out of their sockets, thinking of the fishy smell just now, she bent down to support the table and retched.

Mrs. Sun was not much better, she raised her hand to cover her mouth, and looked at the dirty money bag on the table in horror.

The black pieces on it should be dried blood, right?
"This purse is yours, why did it get to Zhang Xiangzi?" Yang Huazhong asked again in a deep voice.

After Yang Huamei vomited, she looked at Yang Huazhong with an aggrieved face: "How do I know? My money bag is so pitiful, I never put so much money in it..."

Before she finished speaking, Yang Huamei couldn't bear it when she saw the blood clots on the money bag, and bent down to vomit again.

Yang Huazhong frowned, and wanted to ask again, but Sun interrupted him: "Father Qing'er, I don't think this matter has anything to do with Meier, the purse Meier made might have been stolen while it was being washed and dried. ? Or maybe it was accidentally dropped somewhere, and Zhang Xiangzi picked it up and used it..."

Yang Huamei nodded again and again: "That's right, I have sewed three of these purses in total. Two were given to Dabai and Xiaohei, and they both carried them with them, and the other one was from Yongxian during the first lunar month. My son came to my house,

When my aunt gave the meeting money, she put it in the third money bag and sent it to Liao Meiying and Yongxian. Except for these three money bags, I never embroidered other money bags. "

Yang Huamei's words made Yang Huazhong fall into thought.

"According to what you said, Dabai, Xiaohei, and Yongxian each have one, right?" He asked.

Yang Huamei nodded repeatedly.

"Dabai and Xiaohei, are you sure you have them all? Did you lose them?" Yang Huazhong asked again.

Yang Huamei nodded again.

Yang Huazhong said: "That's the one from Yongxian's place. Could it be that the dog thief Zhang Xiangzi used to take advantage of Yongxian's sleepiness to go to our old Yang's big house and steal Yongxian's purse?"

Yang Huamei said: "It's very possible!"

Yang Huazhong narrowed his eyes.

Sun asked tentatively: "Father Qinger, what are you going to do with the money bag? When you bring it back today, no one else will see it, right?"

Yang Huazhong glanced at Sun, he naturally understood Sun's concerns.

If other people see that Zhang Xiangzi has Yang Yongxian's purse inexplicably beside him, even if Zhang Xiangzi's death seems to be killed by a wild beast, the big guys will inevitably guess about the murder, and things will get worse at that time big.

Moreover, with Yang Yongxian's appearance, how could he murder Zhang Xiangzi?
Therefore, the villagers might associate it with other members of Lao Yang's family.

Wait, the rest of Lao Yang's family?
Yang Huazhong's heart skipped a beat. Thinking of this, he felt that the money bag was a hot potato.

"Put this money bag away first. Only the three of us know about it. Don't mention it to anyone when you two go outside. Remember!" He solemnly told Sun and Yang Huamei in front of him.

The two women nodded vigorously, they are not stupid, they understand that the money bag cannot be talked about, otherwise it will involve a lot of unnecessary troubles.

"Let's keep Zhang Xiangzi's purse and don't let it be buried with Zhang Xiangzi. It won't bring us anything bad, right?"

After Yang Huamei left, Sun couldn't help asking worriedly.

Yang Huazhong said: "I always feel vaguely that this money bag is not as simple as we thought. Forget it, let's keep it for now. At worst, when Zhang Xiangzi is buried smoothly, I will find a chance to burn it in front of his grave."

That being the case, Mrs. Sun has nothing to say.

……

After Yang Huazhong took the medicine, Mrs. Sun drove him to bed and lay down.

During this period, the three daughters of Lao Zhang's family rushed back to their mother's house, and a mourning hall was set up in the woodshed, crying loudly.

Zhang Laizi arrived home in the middle of the night. When he entered the door and saw this miserable state, he vomited a mouthful of black blood, knelt on the ground and cried, and hit his head on the ground with a loud bang.

Of course, when these things got to Yang Huazhong's house, it was already the next morning.

"You're not in good health yet, Uncle Fu said you need to rest more, especially your throat is all swollen and your voice is hoarse, so you can't talk too much, or don't go there..."

Yes, Yang Huazhong is changing his shoes and preparing to go to Lao Zhang's house.

"I'm Lizheng. This is a public and private matter. Although Zhang Xiangzi made a mistake during his lifetime, this man is dead. All the things in his lifetime have disappeared. I can help. Just help."

……

When Yang Huazhong came to the main room, he found that Old Yang was sitting in the main room. The old man drooped his head, looking dejected and sad.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, Lao Yang raised his head and looked this way, but Yang Huazhong was startled by his footsteps.

"Father, why do you look so bad? Did you lose sleep all night?" Yang Huazhong couldn't help asking.

Yes, Old Yangtou's dark circles are terrible, his eyes are bloodshot, and his face is sallow and sallow.

Old Yang said: "I heard about Zhang Xiangzi, I feel a little sorry, I can't sleep..."

Yang Huazhong also sighed.

Old Yangtou said in a complaining tone: "If Zhang Xiangzi hadn't been locked up at the beginning, maybe this kind of thing wouldn't have happened. Now it's so miserable to send a white-haired person from the old Zhang family to a black-haired person. It reminds me Your eldest brother and second brother, hey!"

The old man's accusation was like a knife piercing Yang Huazhong's heart.

"Father, I also feel miserable about Zhang Xiangzi, and feel sorry for him."

"But Dad, it doesn't conflict with his imprisonment. He was imprisoned because he did so many wrong things and endangered the villagers, so he had to accept punishment."

"In other words, if he knows his mistakes and can correct them, and thinks about his mistakes in that hut, he will naturally be released when the time comes."

"But not only did he not repent, but he also wanted to escape. On the way to escape, he was attacked by a wild beast and died. Who can blame this? Blame me?"

Old Yang looked at Yang Huazhong and opened his mouth, after all he didn't dare to offend Yang Huazhong too much.

Because of Yang Huazhong's hoarse voice, every word and every word seemed to cry blood, which made old Yang a little scared.

Yang Huazhong didn't bother to talk to Lao Yangtou any more, and went straight out of the house to Lao Zhang's house.

(End of this chapter)