Splendid peasant girl busy farming

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The money bag was patted on the table, but Old Yang still hadn't reacted.

Yang Huaming picked up the bag and turned it upside down, dumping the broken silver and copper plates on the table.

"Father, can you think of something now?" He gritted his teeth and smiled strangely at Old Yang.

Old Yang's eyes were on the money bag and money on the table, his mouth was wide enough to stuff an egg in, his eyes were frozen, his whole body was stiff, and his mind was even blank.

"Father, why don't you talk anymore? Didn't you remember it? Did you not recognize it? Or did you remember it and recognize it but dare not face it?" Yang Huaming asked again with a smile.

Old Yang's eyes finally turned. 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 do such a bad thing as murder and arson?"

Yang Huaming twitched the corner of his mouth: "Father'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 Meier, and the money in it is the part that is missing in our mother's box."

"What's weird is that Yongxian's purse containing our mother's money appeared on Zhang Xiangzi's body. Dad, what do you think of this?"

Old Yang's face was livid, and he pursed his lips tightly without saying a word.

Others at the table exploded.

"Fourth Uncle, did I hear correctly? Didn't that Zhang's aunt steal my grandma's money?" Yang Yongzhi asked in surprise.

When I just came back from the Taoist temple today, I heard from Liu Er that my grandma had lost the money, and I insisted that it was the wife of the Zhang family who stole it.

"Yongzhi, you shouldn't ask me this question, you have to ask your father." Yang Huaming said.

Yang Yongzhi turned his attention to Old Yang again: "Master, what's going on? Why did the big brother's money bag and my grandma's money appear on Zhang Xiangzi's body? That bastard didn't count on discrediting his cousin, but he still Came to our old Yang’s house to steal things? You’ll be cast aside even if you’re dead!”

"Third brother, do you think Zhang Xiangzi wants to steal her money because of my grandma's ability to hide money, so he has to carry a hoe and shovel to dig three feet? He is stupid, but he should not be so stupid!"

It was Yang Yongqing who said this.

Yang Yongqing bared his teeth, and also looked at Old Yang's head: "Although the third uncle and the fourth uncle are a trick, but with my clever mind, hehe, master, you stole the money, right?"

"Snapped!"

Lao Yang slapped his head on the table with such force that his palms burned.

"Yongqing, your mouth is full of excrement. You and I, the husband and wife who have nursed you all our lives, have come together through adversity. In the past, when life was the most difficult, I would break 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 really took her money, it's only natural!"

"So, Dad, you just admit that you took the money out of Mother's box?"

Yang Huazhong, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly spoke out.

Old Yang froze for a moment, his complexion changed a few times, and then he straightened his neck: "Which thing did I admit? I mean the truth. I didn't take it. What would I do with the money? I don't have anything to spend!"

"Father, you have taught us brothers since we were young that a man should be brave, and now it's your turn, why do you dare to act?" Yang Huazhong stared deeply at Old Yang's head, heartbroken.

"Today, this is the last chance for you. If you confess honestly and write a letter of guarantee in black and white, we can still consider whether to forgive you for a while,"

"If you are still obsessed with your obsession and treat our family as fools, don't blame us for not recognizing you as an elder!"

When Yang Huazhong spoke loudly, the huge main room suddenly fell into a suffocating silence.

Everyone's eyes were looking at Old Yang Tou openly and secretly, and Old Yang Tou himself didn't say anything, just looked at Yang Huazhong silently.

The old man's eyes were so gloomy that water dripped out. He was in his seventies, and almost all the flesh had fallen off his body, leaving only a handful of skin and bones.

At this moment, the deep creases on the neck were rising and falling with his breathing, and the huffing sound began to come out from his throat again, like a bellows pulling.

"Third brother, are you all trying to force me, an old man, to death?" Old Yang asked word by word.

"I worked so hard to bring you up one by one, and now your wings are hardened, and you're all riding on my neck..."

"Father, let's discuss the matter, don't change the subject." Yang Huazhong interrupted the old man impatiently.

"Our filial piety and support for you is a lesson from heaven and earth. Now we want to understand why you stole my mother's money? Why is this money in Zhang Xiangzi's hands again? The villagers outside gossip Genzi, is it true? Could it be that you have always been confused, and you are so old that you still have to spend your time?"

These words, in front of the juniors, Yang Huazhong really didn't want to reveal them, it was embarrassing, too embarrassing.

However, this old man doesn't cry when he sees the coffin, that's all, the old man himself doesn't have any face, so what else can he care about?Let's talk it out!
"Since Dad doesn't want to say it, let me make it clear!"

Yang Huazhong continued, "It's just that I helped my father to speak out, and our relationship was completely broken. I will invite the village elders to come over to be a witness, open a family tree, and remove their names. From now on, we will Old and dead have nothing to do with each other!"

Yang Huaming immediately echoed: "Yes, Dad still refuses to tell the truth, it's too chilling, third brother, if you can't open your mouth, let me tell you, this money is..."

"That's right, I took the money!"

Old Yang's head suddenly roared flatly, cutting off Yang Huaming's words.

"I took this money out of your mother's box. What do I do with the money? I keep some money on my body. Usually, when peddlers come to the village, can I buy some small things?" Old Yang asked.

"How did this money end up in Zhang Xiangzi?" Yang Huaming asked again.

"How do I know? I kept it on my body, maybe I accidentally lost it and he picked it up, it's all possible." The old man said.

"Father, Zhang Xiangzi didn't pick up your money. It was you who flattered Mrs. Huang and gave the money along with the money bag to Mrs. Huang, who then gave it to Zhang Xiangzi to escape." Yang Huaming corrected.

"It's nonsense." Old Yang slammed his head down on the table.

"Those are all gossips from outsiders, do you believe it too? I have nothing to do with Mrs. Huang, and I don't know how long we haven't spoken..."

"You guys haven't talked recently, but it doesn't conflict with you giving her money in private." Yang Huaming said.

"Catch thieves and seize stolen goods, and catch women and men, what is the evidence?" the old man asked.

That early in the morning, he saw that there was no one nearby, so he waited at that intersection.

Others definitely don't know about giving money to Mrs. Huang, and Mrs. Huang herself, regardless of her own reputation or other reasons, will not confess him. After all, he is giving her money , is to help her, is to show grace.

What's more, Mrs. Huang heard that she was very ill. As long as Mrs. Huang didn't open her mouth, she would have no enlightenment, and these bastards were just guessing.

At this time, the competition is mentality, whoever loses the mentality first will lose.

The old man has lived for more than 70 years, and what he has practiced is his mentality.

(End of this chapter)