"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's 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 ability to recognize 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? It smells fishy.

Woolen cloth……"

"This was found on Zhang Xiangzi!"

Yang Huazhong's abrupt words made Yang Huamei loosen her fingers in fright, and the money bag fell to the table. The broken silver and copper plates inside fell to the table with a clanking sound.

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.

Those black things on it should be dried blood, right?

"This money bag belongs to you. 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 an aggrieved look: "How did I know? My money bag is so pitiful, I have never held so much money..."

Before she finished speaking, Yang Huamei couldn't help but saw the blood clots on the money bag and leaned over to vomit 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. This is also possible..."

Yang Huamei nodded repeatedly: "Yes, I have sewed three of these money bags in total. Two were given to Da Bai and Xiao Hei, and they both carried them with them. There was also one from Yongxian when I returned to the first month of the year.

My son came to my house,

When I gave the money for the meeting, I put it in the third money bag and sent it to Liao Meiying and Yongxian. Apart from these three, I have never embroidered other money bags."

Yang Huamei's words made Yang Huazhong think about it.

"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's place. Could it be that Zhang Xiangzi, a thief, took advantage of Yongxian's sleep and went to the old Yang family's house and stole Yongxian's 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 money bag from Yang Yongxian next to him, even if Zhang Xiangzi is killed by a wild beast, they will inevitably speculate on murder, and things will get worse.

Big.

Moreover, 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. They understood that the money bag could not be talked about, as it would cause 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, Mrs. 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. Let's keep it for now. At worst, when Zhang Xiangzi is buried smoothly, I will find an opportunity to burn it in front of his 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 the old Zhang family 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 banging sound.

Of course, when these things reached Yang Huazhong's house, it was already the morning of the next day.

"You're not feeling well yet. Uncle Fu said you need to get more rest, especially since your throat is swollen and your voice is hoarse. You can't speak too much, or don't go there..."

Yes, Yang Huazhong is changing his shoes and preparing 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. If I can help, I

Just help."

…

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.

Hearing the 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.

Old Yangtou said: "I heard about Zhang Xiangzi. I feel a little sorry and can'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, let the old Zhang family's white-haired person give away the black-haired person. How miserable it is. It 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 he did so many wrong things and harmed the villagers, so he had to accept punishment."

"In other words, if he realizes his mistakes and can correct them, and dwells on them in that small room, he will be released when the time comes."

"But not only did he show no remorse, he also wanted to escape. On the way to escape, he was attacked by a wild beast and died. Who can blame this? Can you 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 Yang a little scared.
Chapter completed!