Chapter 5249 Do you blame me?
"Stop talking so much, look at what this is!"
Yang Huazhong threw something directly on the table.
Yang Huamei and Sun came together to watch.
It is a money-making money bag, sewn with old and green cloth, with a crooked plum blossom embroidered on it.
There are dark black things on the money bag, but this does not affect Yang Huamei and Sun's recognition of the money bag at all.
Yang Huamei even picked up the money bag and looked at it carefully, "Here, isn't this the money bag I sewed with my own hands? Why is it in your hand, third brother? Hey, what does this smell like? ? Why is it so fishy..."
"This is what I found on Zhang Xiangzi!"
Yang Huazhong said something abruptly, Yang Huamei was so frightened that her fingers suddenly loosened, and the money bag fell to the table, with the broken silver and copper plates inside, ding ding. It fell to the table with a thud.
Yang Huamei's eyes almost popped out of her sockets. Thinking of the fishy smell just now, she immediately bent down and held the table to retching.
Mrs. Sun was not doing well either. She raised her hand to cover her mouth and looked at the dirty money bag on the table in horror.
The black things above should be dried blood, right?
"This money bag is yours, how did it end up with Zhang Xiangzi?" Yang Huazhong asked again in a deep voice.
Yang Huamei finished vomiting and looked at Yang Huazhong with a look of grievance: "How did I know? My wallet is so pitiful. I have never held so much money..."
No words were said. Afterwards, when she saw the blood clots on the money bag, Yang Huamei couldn't help but leaned over and vomited again.
Yang Huazhong frowned and wanted to ask again, but Sun interrupted him: "Dad Qing'er, I don't think this has anything to do with Mei'er. The money bag made by Mei'er 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 repeatedly: "Yes, I have sewn two of these money bags in total. Only given to Baymax Hei and Xiao Hei, both of them are with them, and there is also one. Last time during the first lunar month, Yongxian’s son came to my house.
My aunt used the third one when giving money for the meeting. The money bags were all sent to Liao Meiying and Yongxian. Apart from these three, I have never embroidered other money bags."
Yang Huamei's words made Yang Huazhong think.
"According to what you said, there is one each for Dabai, Xiaohei and Yongxian, right?" he asked.
Yang Huamei nodded repeatedly.
"Are you sure you have both Dabai's and Xiaohei's on you? They are not missing?" Yang Huazhong asked again.
Yang Huamei nodded again.
Yang Huazhong said: "That's the one from Yongxian. Could it be that Zhang Xiangzi, a thief, took advantage of Yongxian's sleep and went to the old Yang family's house to steal Yongxian? Money bag?"
Yang Huamei said: "It's very possible!"
Yang Huazhong narrowed his eyes.
Sun asked tentatively: "Dad Qing'er, what are you going to do with this money bag? When you get it back, no one else will see it, right?"
Yang Huazhong glanced at Sun, and he naturally understood Sun's concerns.
If someone else sees that Zhang Xiangzi has a Yang Yongxian money bag next to him, even if Zhang Xiangzi is killed by a wild beast, they will inevitably speculate on murder. Then things will get even bigger.
Furthermore, with Yang Yongxian’s appearance, how could he possibly murder Zhang Xiangzi?
Therefore, the villagers might associate it with other members of Lao Yang's family.
Wait, the rest of the old Yang family?
Yang Huazhong felt a thump in his heart. Thinking of this, he felt more and more that the money bag was a hot potato.
"Put this money bag away first. Only the three of us know about this. Don't mention it to anyone when you two go outside. Remember!" He carefully warned Sun and Yang Huamei in front of him.
The two women nodded vigorously. They were not stupid and understood that this money bag should not be talked about. If it was told, it would involve a lot of unnecessary trouble. "If we keep Zhang Xiangzi's money bag and don't let it be buried with Zhang Xiangzi, it won't bring anything bad to us, right?"
After Yang Huamei left, Sun couldn't help but asked worriedly.
Yang Huazhong said: "I have a vague feeling that this money bag is not as simple as we thought. That's all, let's keep it for now. At worst, when Zhang Xiangzi is buried smoothly, I will find an opportunity to put it in his hands. Burned in front of the grave."
In this case, Sun has nothing to say.
……
Yang Huazhong took the medicine and was driven to bed by Mrs. Sun.
During this period, the three daughters of Lao Zhang’s family all rushed back to their parents’ home. A mourning hall was set up in the woodshed, and the cries were loud.
Zhang Laizi arrived home in the middle of the night. When he entered the house and saw this miserable situation, he vomited a mouthful of black blood, knelt on the ground and cried, and banged his head on the ground, making a loud bang.
Of course, when these things reached Yang Huazhong’s house, it was already the morning of the next day.
"Your health is not yet well. Uncle Fu said you should rest more, especially your throat. It is all swollen and your voice is hoarse. You can't speak too much, or don't go there... ”
Yes, Yang Huazhong is changing his shoes to go to Lao Zhang's house.
"I am Li Zheng. I have to change my words both publicly and privately. Although Zhang Xiangzi made mistakes during his lifetime, this man is dead and all those things that happened during his lifetime have disappeared. , I will help if I can."
......
Yang Huazhong came to the main room and found Old Yangtou sitting in the main room. The old man drooped his head and looked sad. look.
Hearing the sound of footsteps, Old Yang raised his head and looked this way. Yang Huazhong was startled in his steps.
"Dad, why do you look so bad? Did you not sleep all night?" Yang Huazhong couldn't help but ask.
Yes, the dark circles under Lao Yangtou's eyes were very scary, his eyes were bloodshot, and his face was sallow.
Lao Yangtou said: "I heard about Zhang Xiangzi, and I felt a little sorry. I couldn't sleep..."
Yang Huazhong also sighed.
Old Yangtou said in a complaining tone again: "If Zhang Xiangzi had not been locked up, this kind of thing might not have happened. Now it is so miserable to let the white-haired person of the Zhang family give away the black-haired person. Ah, reminds me of your eldest brother and second brother, hey! ”
The old man's accusation was like a knife piercing Yang Huazhong's heart.
"Dad, I feel miserable about Zhang Xiangzi, and I feel sorry for him."
"But dad, this does not conflict with imprisoning him. He was imprisoned because of his I have done so many wrong things and harmed the villagers, so I have to accept punishment.”
"In other words, if he knows his mistakes and can correct them, and dwells on them in that hut, he will be let out when the time comes."
"But not only does he not regret it, he also wants to escape. On the way to escape I was attacked by a wild animal and lost my life. Who can blame me?”
Old Yangtou looked at Yang Huazhong and opened his mouth. After all, he did not dare to offend Yang Huazhong too much.
Because Yang Huazhong's hoarse voice, every word seemed to cry blood, which made Old Yangtou a little scared.
Yang Huazhong was too lazy to talk to Lao Yangtou anymore and went straight out of the house to Lao Zhang's house.
(End of this chapter)