Reborn in 1977, I will no longer be my brother's blood bag.

Bang! Bang bang bang!

The warehouse door was banged on loudly.

"Xiuhe! Open the door quickly! Something's happened!"

The voice sounded urgent and panicked.

Lin Xiuhe frowned, got up and opened the door.

Standing outside the door was Aunt Zhang, who was sweating profusely and out of breath.

"Aunt Zhang? What's wrong?"

"Quick! Come back with me right now! Something terrible has happened at your house!"

Lin Xiuhe's heart sank slightly. Her first thought was: What trouble has Wang Xiulan caused this time?

"What exactly happened?"

"Weidong!" Aunt Zhang whispered, "Weidong stole money!"

Lin Xiuhe was taken aback. Stealing money?

The next second, she suddenly remembered.

It did happen in her past life, but back then, Wang Xiulan covered it up tightly, and no one outside knew about it. Later, she overheard that Lin Weidong had stolen money from the production team accountant, but he only had to pay compensation and didn't make a big deal out of it.

Thinking of this, her expression gradually turned cold.

"Whose money did you steal?"

"The Liu family! Liu Chunyan's father's money! A full fifty yuan!"

Fifty dollars! Even in 1977, that was a lot of money.

Lin Xiuhe's expression changed slightly. She hadn't stolen this much in her previous life; it seemed some things had changed.

Where are they now?

"They're all at your house! The Liu family is here! They're making a huge scene!"

Lin Xiuhe was silent for two seconds, then went back into the house to grab her coat: "Let's go."

The night wind was a bit chilly. The two hurried towards the Lin family's house.

Before even reaching the courtyard gate, I could hear arguing coming from inside.

"Where's the money? I'm asking you where's the money! This isn't over until you give me an explanation!"

The noise was so loud it could be heard halfway down the street. A large crowd had already gathered in the courtyard, three or four deep, making it even more lively than the last job-grabbing frenzy.

"Xiuhe is here!" someone shouted.

The crowd automatically parted to make way. Lin Xiuhe walked in and immediately saw Lin Weidong in the center of the courtyard—his head was down, his face was pale, and he no longer had his usual smug look.

Liu Chunyan stood on the other side, her eyes red-rimmed. Her father, on the other hand, was trembling with anger.

"Weidong, tell me yourself, did you take the money?"

The courtyard fell silent, and everyone looked at Lin Weidong.

After a long pause, he finally responded softly, "Yes."

Boom! The crowd erupted instantly.

"They really stole it!"

"Oh My God!"

"How does the Lin family raise their children?"

The discussion was overwhelming.

Wang Xiulan's face turned pale: "It wasn't stealing! The child was just confused for a moment!"

"What nonsense!" Mr. Liu slammed his fist on the table. "Fifty yuan is almost two months' salary for me! Is this nonsense?"

Because everyone knows that this is no small matter, not a small one at all.

"Where's the money?"

"It's spent." Lin Weidong's voice grew softer and softer.

"Where did you spend the money?"

"Buying books..."

After he finished speaking, the courtyard suddenly fell silent for a moment.

Lin Xiuhe was stunned. Buy books?

The next second, she suddenly understood. A couple of days ago, Wang Xiulan had taken him around collecting textbooks, but they'd come up empty-handed. The boy panicked and actually stole money to buy them elsewhere.

"Buy books?" Mr. Liu laughed in anger. "You used my family's dowry money to buy books? Who gave you permission to do that?"

Lin Weidong lowered his head, unable to utter a single word. He knew he was in the wrong.

But he was even more unwilling. Why? Why could Lin Xiuhe make money, but he couldn't?

Thinking of this, he suddenly raised his head: "I just want to make some money! What's wrong with making some money! If others can make money selling books, why can't I!"

The courtyard fell silent again. Everyone understood who he was talking about—Lin Xiuhe.

"So you stole money?" Liu Chunyan suddenly spoke, her voice very soft, but it made Lin Weidong's expression change.

"Spring Swallow..."

"Don't call me." Liu Chunyan took a step back, her disappointment almost impossible to hide. "I always thought you just hadn't found the right opportunity. Now I realize it's not that you didn't have the opportunity, it's that you had the problem."

Every word she said felt like a slap across Lin Weidong's face. He opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a word in rebuttal. Because even he knew she was right.

"Xiuhe!" Just then, Wang Xiulan suddenly rushed over and grabbed Lin Xiuhe's arm. "Say something! Help your brother!"

Here it comes! A familiar scene!

All eyes were on Lin Xiuhe, as if the matter could be resolved simply by her speaking.

In her past life, she was dragged into this situation time and time again.

But not in this life.

"Help with what?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.

"You're losing money! Didn't you make a profit? Pay the Liu family the money first!"

……

Even the onlookers were stunned.

Because this statement is too outrageous—the son steals money, and the daughter has to pay for it?

Wang Xiulan, however, felt it was perfectly reasonable: "Weidong is your brother! How can you bear to see him get into trouble?"

"I can't bear it," Lin Xiuhe replied without the slightest hesitation.

……

Wang Xiulan was completely stunned: "You..."

"He's the one who stole the money, not me. He's the one who should pay for it. As for how to pay, he'll figure that out himself."

After saying that, she turned and left without looking at anyone else.

Everyone watched her leave, their feelings a mix of emotions.

Because everyone knows that this time, she's right.

On the other side, Lin Weidong stood still, his face pale.

For the first time, I truly felt that my sister would no longer clean up my messes.