When it comes to storytelling, Bu Xiangdong is quite skilled.
Bu Xiangdong slowly began to narrate—
“The story goes like this: that night, with the moon high and the sky dark, your father, taking advantage of your deep sleep, finished writing a letter by flashlight and decided to pursue his own happiness.”
He Yuzhu was left in a daze upon hearing this.
Did it really happen that way that night?
All I can blame is that I slept too long.
“This trip to Baoding, not asking about the future, only seeking a widow. The night was deep and the people were quiet; preparing food was already impractical, so he hurriedly stuffed a handful of soybeans into his bag.”
Alas!
There were more sighs among the crowd.
Why did He Daqing have to go through all this?
“This journey to a foreign land is like returning home; perhaps he will never come back again. He Daqing took a deep gulp of water and grabbed a handful of soil—this is the land that raised him.”
The crowd: “……”
Since the atmosphere had reached this point.
Is the mystery about to be unveiled!
“But unfortunately, after drinking cold water and stepping out, he had a stomachache. He Daqing had to make a trip to the outhouse. As soon as he loosened his belt, the soybeans in his pocket fell out.”
Could it really be so?
The crowd turned to look at He Yuzhu in unison.
“Damn it, my dad left a few days ago, the soybeans are at home, and no one… are you trying to trap me?”
He Yuzhu's expression changed.
Any speculation was nonsense; this bastard was waiting for him here.
“If it’s not your dad, then it must be you. If there’s no widow, create one. The He family has a gene for being infatuated with widows.”
He Yuzhu panicked.
If Bu Xiangdong kept talking like this, it would become a reality.
He quickly cast a pleading glance at Yi Zhonghai.
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Yi Zhonghai maintained a stern expression, “Bu Xiangdong, you better not spread rumors.”
“Fine, then I won’t say anything. Everyone can judge for themselves.”
Does it really matter if what Bu Xiangdong said is true?
What matters is that it gives everyone enough room for imagination.
“He Yuzhu……”
Jia Dongxu, wrapped in rice straw, had red eyes.
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Tsk tsk.
When a person becomes despicable, they become invincible; we still need to work hard.
Bu Xiangdong gestured to He Yuzhu—
“Just admit it, it’s not like it’s the New Year or a festival; ordinary people wouldn’t buy soybeans. But you and your dad often cook for the leaders, so getting some soybeans would be easy.”
“You bastard, you’re framing me.”
“What do you mean, Second Uncle?”
Liu Haitong smacked his lips, “Getting soybeans is also like digging at the socialist wall, right?”
Yi Zhonghai's expression changed.
He was caught by Liu Er's words.
In other words, silly Zhu was stealing public property; if pursued, the consequences would be severe.
The Jia family would also want an explanation; right now, the whole family was looking at his uncle for a stance.
Yi Zhonghai maintained a stern face, “Silly Zhu, did you really take the soybeans?”
“I didn’t take them. It might have been one of them.”
“It was you who took them!”
Bu Xiangdong, Xu Damao, Yan Jiecheng, and Liu Guangtian spoke in unison.
Yi Zhonghai shot them a glance, “Who among you scattered the soybeans?”
“It was Silly Zhu who scattered them.”
“It wasn’t me.”
“It was definitely you.”
The courtyard had long suffered from Silly Zhu's antics.
Whenever there was a chance to kick him hard, everyone naturally joined in.
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This situation was such that even if Yi Zhonghai wanted to morally bind someone, he needed someone to help him bind.
“Silly Zhu, did you really scatter the soybeans?”
Yi Zhonghai looked at He Yuzhu with a serious expression.
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He Yuzhu was genuinely anxious.
Even Yi Zhonghai had started to question him.
“I didn’t scatter the soybeans, nor did I take them from the factory; I have no idea what’s going on.”
“I know!” The one speaking was Jia Dongxu, who was on the ground.
Everyone turned to look at Jia Dongxu.
They heard him let out a miserable laugh.
“Silly Zhu, I thought you were thinking about my wife; who knew you were thinking about my life, you deserve to die.”
Jia Dongxu's tragic words dropped like a bomb among the crowd.
Everyone's eyes widened.
If that’s the case, this is murder; this matter could become serious.
He Yuzhu brought two buckets of cold water and poured them over Jia Dongxu.
“Wake up, wake up.”
“He Yuzhu, are you trying to freeze me to death? Mom, go call the police.”
Yi Zhonghai's expression changed, “Jia Zhangshi, we can’t call the police…”
Jia Zhangshi really stopped in her tracks.
According to Yi Zhonghai’s usual tactics.
He would raise the banner of collective honor, and with a few words, he could dissuade anyone from calling the police.
But now, wasn’t Bu Xiangdong still here—
“Yes, yes, family matters should not be aired outside; we can’t call the police. If we do, where would Uncle’s prestige go?”
“Aunt Zhang, please be understanding; it’s all for the sake of collective honor. My brother Dongxu can endure a little grievance.”
As soon as Jia Zhangshi heard this, she exploded!
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