"Why is it that someone really stole money? Who could say that? The person who stole the money should know where my mother hides the money."

Mrs. Sun was shocked and kept saying, "Also, if I remember correctly, when Zhang's sister-in-law came to take care of my mother, my mother was already paralyzed in bed, and she was also ill and could not recognize people.

In that case, it is impossible for my mother to hide money anymore, so Zhang’s sister-in-law definitely doesn’t know where the money box is.”

Yang Huaming nodded: "Third sister-in-law's guess is right. The person who stole the money is familiar with the place where my mother hides the money. The money was stolen in the recent period."

Mrs. Sun started to get scared again, "It's hard to guard against house thieves day and night. This is what I'm most afraid of. I feel very panicked."

Yang Huaming gritted his teeth with hatred: "If I find out which of our dogs is responsible for stealing the money, I will give that person a good beating."

"My son is beating me, fourth brother, do you really have the guts to do it?" Yang Huazhong suddenly asked.

Yang Huaming was stunned for a moment, "Third brother, what do you mean by this?"

Yang Huazhong said: "What's the point of digging into the box and stealing the money? The thief is none other than our good father."

"Third brother" Yang Huaming shouted in shock.

Mrs. Sun was also filled with astonishment. She thought she had heard wrong. How could it be her father?

"Aren't dad and mom together? The money in mom's box is also dad's money. It's still necessary to steal something that I haven't stolen for decades," Mrs. Sun exclaimed.

"Besides, our father's food, drinks, clothing, etc. are all given to us after we bought each room. Even if we give him money, he has nowhere to spend it, so why would he steal it?" asked Sun again.

Yang Huaming said: "Logically speaking, it shouldn't be our father. When I took Zhang's sister-in-law over to talk about this matter, my father was sitting next to me and helped Zhang's sister-in-law speak with such a magnanimous look.

, he doesn’t feel guilty at all, even if he was beaten to death, he wouldn’t be able to tell that he is the thief.”

Yang Huazhong had a sullen face and gritted his teeth: "He stole it. That's right, it was him."

"Third brother, where is the evidence?"

"Snapped"

A money bag fell on the table, and the black spots on it were dried blood.

"Third brother, what is this?" Yang Huaming was surprised and asked again.

Ms. Sun next to her suddenly raised her hand to cover her mouth, and the blood on her face faded completely.

Yang Huazhong stared at the money bag on the table with gloomy eyes: "Count the money in it first."

Yang Huaming nodded, stepped forward and poured the money in the wallet onto the table, making a crisp sound.

Yang Huaming is happiest when he counts money, and he can count money quickly and accurately.

Soon, he reported a number.

After finishing the report, he suddenly paused, "Hey, the amount in this money bag is exactly the same as the amount missing from my mother's money box."

"And Third Brother, whose mother does this money bag belong to? Why is the money that I lost is here again?"

"Why am I so confused about what is going on?"

Yang Huazhong snorted coldly, "This money bag was found on Zhang Xiangzi's body that day when he was carrying him down the mountain. It was stained with his blood."

"What"

Yang Huaming was startled. He glanced at the black things on the money bag, then raised his fingers to look at them. He wiped them all over his body and wanted to chop his fingers off.

"No wonder I smelled a fishy smell just now, it's unlucky."

"Fourth, why don't you ask me, Old Yang, why this money bag came to Zhang Xiangzi?" Yang Huazhong said again.

Yang Huaming was stunned, "It's too scary, I didn't bother to ask, third brother, what's going on?"

Yang Huazhong said: "I secretly picked up this money bag before, but I couldn't figure out why the money bag made by Mei'er was on Zhang Xiangzi's body. Now I suddenly figured it out. What's in this money bag?

My father stole my mother's money and stuffed it in. Then he found an opportunity and stuffed it into Mrs. Huang, who then gave the money bag to Zhang Xiangzi."

"Third brother, it's so funny why our father gave money to Mr. Huang. We talked it over with him that day, analyzed the pros and cons with him, and told him not to let the old house catch fire. Didn't he also promise it at the time?

Haven't you talked to Mr. Huang for several days?"

"It's so outrageous to go from overt to covert hookup."

Yang Huaming was so angry that he wanted to go to Old Yang to argue with him, but Yang Huazhong stopped him.

"It's getting late tonight, so don't make a fuss anymore. I'm a little tired now. Let's wait until tomorrow. Anyway, we know the truth."

The truth is that this old man does one thing in front of others and behind his back, and goes back on his words without caring about his own face, not even the face of the entire Old Yang family.

Giving money to Mrs. Huang privately, what is this? It's ridiculous.

"Third brother, I know you are tired, so let's not talk about it tonight. We must call our father over tomorrow and I want him to give an explanation." Yang Huaming looked angrily.

Yang Huazhong sneered and asked: "Then what kind of explanation do you want?"

"Let him admit it personally. Not only must he admit it personally, but he must also write a guarantee in black and white. He will not be allowed to leave the old house for a month."

"When elders have done something wrong, they need to think about it and reflect on themselves. They cannot always use it to suppress us juniors."

"It must be written clearly in the guarantee letter. If he commits the crime again in the future, we will open a family tree and remove him from the family tree. From now on, his life, old age, illness and death will have nothing to do with us."

No more connection

Yang Huazhong narrowed his eyes.

That means that when the old man passes away in the future, the children and grandchildren of the family will not have to worry about keeping filial piety for him, and will not delay his official career or marriage.

After exhaling a heavy breath, Yang Huazhong sighed: "I hope we don't get to that point."

Tomorrow is the old man's last chance, a fight between father and son, the last show of tolerance.

There can't be a next time

Yang Huazhong and Sun finally lay down on the bed, and the whole village fell into a deep sleep. A few dogs barked from far and near, making the night seem deeper and quieter.

However, Luo Fengtang and Zuo Junmo quietly entered Mianniu Mountain in this deep and quiet night.

"Fengtang, I haven't seen you for a while. Your skills and steps have become more and more refined. If we compete again now, I'm afraid I will no longer be your opponent."

Along the way into the mountain, the two of them performed tricks. Zuo Junmo looked at Luo Fengtang's awe-inspiring and steady aura under the moonlight and couldn't help but sigh.

Luo Fengtang just smiled faintly and said, "Brother Zuo, you have practiced martial arts since you were a child and have been taught by a famous teacher, while I am a half-time monk. Your foundation is stronger than mine."
Chapter completed!