Seeing that Mr. Huang not only did not accept the money bag, but instead looked directly at him, Old Yang's tone became a little anxious.

"What are you doing standing still? Take advantage of the fact that there is no one around right now and quickly take the money and go into the mountains. If someone sees you later, you will be in trouble!"

Huang finally came to her senses.

"Old man, how can you be so nice? Do you want to harm me? I don't want your money!"

She stuffed the money bag back, but Old Yangtou pushed the money bag back hard.

"Am I that kind of person? I'm already seventy-three, and I only have a few years to live. As for trying to harm you?"

Huang was stunned again.

But Old Yangtou pushed the wheelchair back, "Go quickly and tell Xiangzi to let him go as far as possible. If he doesn't act like a dog outside, don't come back."

Huang looked at Old Yangtou walking away, feeling grateful in his heart.

The big old Yang family is full of bad things, but this old man has not lost his conscience.

Weighing the money bag in my hand, it was heavy.

Mrs. Huang couldn't help but tore open the money bag and took a look inside. There were broken pieces of silver and a few large coins. With this money, Xiangzi could stay outside for more than half a year.

Mrs. Huang glanced around, quickly put away her money bag, put away the scattered axes, hammers, etc., and then hurried into the mountains.

…

At noon that day, someone came to Yang Huazhong's house like crazy.

"The house is in good shape. Today I went to the mountains to collect firewood. I saw that the room where Zhang Xiangzi was imprisoned was open and there was no one inside..."

The person who came here was a woodcutter from the village, and he usually made a living by collecting firewood.

Yang Huazhong and his family were having dinner at that time. Because it happened to be Yang Huazhong's birthday, Mrs. Sun killed the chicken, weighed the meat, and invited Lao Yangtou, Lao Suntou and Blacksmith Luo to come over for dinner and drinks.

When the woodcutter came to report the news, the wine jar had just been opened.

"What? Zhang Xiangzi isn't inside? Did you read that right?"

Yang Huazhong stood up and asked again.

Mrs. Sun, who was serving the dishes next to her, was shocked.

Zhang Xiangzi disappeared, and all the woman thought about was Mian Mian's safety...

"Why is this happening? Third brother, didn't you lock it there?" Blacksmith Luo asked in surprise.

Yang Huazhong said: "It's locked. This can't be done. I have to take a look."

Yang Huazhong turned around to change his shoes, and Blacksmith Luo also stood up and said, "I think it's better to call a few more people to go with us. Maybe they can be chased back if they haven't gone far."

Yang Huazhong did not deny it, so Blacksmith Luo went to call for help without eating or drinking.

At the dinner table, Lao Suntou was also paying attention to this matter and had no intention of eating or drinking.

Lao Yangtou, on the other hand, acted very silent. He picked up a salted peanut and put it in his mouth, pretending to be indifferent to everything.

"Master Qing'er, you'd better be able to keep your composure."

Old Suntou was very dissatisfied with Old Yangtou's attitude of not caring about his own affairs.

The son-in-law is a village leader, but a person who has committed a serious crime and has been imprisoned by the son-in-law has escaped. As the son-in-law's biological father, he has to be anxious no matter what, because this is related to the son-in-law's prestige in the village.

"Master Qing'er, can you still drink?" Lao Suntou asked again.

If Zhang Xiangzi cannot be found, it will be difficult for the villagers to explain to him the son-in-law.

Hearing Old Suntou's question, Old Yangtou raised his eyelids and glanced at him, and said tepidly: "What can I do if I'm anxious? My legs are broken, and I can't even help him find it."

"

Lao Suntou said: "No one cares whether you go to help find me or not. At least you have to have a correct attitude, right?"

Lao Yangtou snorted, "Is my attitude wrong? I was trying to avoid suspicion. Some time ago, I said a few words to that Xiangzi mother, but I didn't know what the villagers were saying. Now I'm really scared.

Now, I don’t dare to interfere with anyone or anything related to the old Zhang family, for fear of getting into trouble.”

After Old Yangtou finished speaking, he grabbed the wine jar and poured himself a bowl of wine. He took a sip and praised: "This wine is not bad. In-laws, you should drink it too!"

The goatee on Lao Sun's head trembled with anger, "I don't have an appetite, just drink it yourself!"

After that, he walked away angrily with his hands behind his back.

Mrs. Sun also stood up: "Dad, you haven't even taken a bite of this table of food..."

"I'm full, let your father-in-law eat!"

After saying this, all the old Suntou people came to the yard.

When Old Suntou walked away, Old Yangtou said to Sun: "Your father, the older you get, the more like a child you are. Since he won't eat, let's eat."

The old man stretched his chopsticks towards the big bowl of braised chicken with wild mountain mushrooms in the middle of the table.

Judging from the appearance and aroma of this chicken, it must have been smoldering for no less than two hours. Old Yangtou has long been salivating.

Just as the head of the chopstick touched the big chicken leg in the bowl, everything was suddenly empty.

Mrs. Sun picked up the big bowl containing the chicken and turned around to walk to the backyard.

"Third daughter-in-law, what are you doing? Why did you take it away while I was eating it?" Lao Yangtou asked in confusion.

Mrs. Sun paused in her steps, turned her head and said, "Today is the birthday of the third child. This chicken is cooked for him. Let's eat together when he comes back."

After saying that, Mrs. Sun picked up the bowl and went to the backyard without looking back.

Old Yang was so angry that he slapped his chopsticks on the table, and the muscles on his face were twitching.

There is also a bowl of pork belly, braised sweet potato flour balls, salted fish pickled during the Chinese New Year, and three or four small stir-fry dishes on the table.

But Old Yangtou's appetite disappeared instantly.

"Even if I starve to death, I won't be a beggar. From now on, I won't even eat the food provided by your third bedroom!"

Old Yangtou muttered and pushed his wheelchair away from Yang Huazhong's house.

On the way back, his old face made the elder grow angry. I originally thought that someone in the village would casually ask: Uncle Yang, why do you look like this? Who made you angry?

He would immediately tell the person what happened at the lunch table and let others comment. Just as the father-in-law was about to put down the chopsticks, the daughter-in-law would take the dishes away!

However, this time, along the way to the old house, I met many villagers. They gathered together and talked eagerly about things. Their faces might be mixed with surprise or panic, but no one noticed his grievance.

An old man with a smile on his face.

When passing by those people, he heard a few words, all about Zhang Xiangzi's escape.

Obviously, this matter has now become the top concern of everyone.

As he passed a corner ahead, he met a woman face to face.

That woman is Huang.

Old Yang glanced at Mrs. Huang, who happened to look over as well. She looked panicked, and it looked like she had done something with a guilty conscience.

Old Yang nodded slightly towards her and said in a low voice: "You did the right thing. Just do what you should do on weekdays and don't let others see the clues."

Huang was stunned and looked at the old man in front of her who was cheering her up.

Not even the eldest son and daughter-in-law knew about the lock breaking today, only this old man knew.

He was the one who let her go and smashed it, and now he was trying to comfort her.
Chapter completed!