"Yu Sanzhu, did you kick your head in the stove? Would that thief be so stupid as to steal a bicycle and not sell it for money, but instead deliver it to someone else's house for them to ride?"

Do you think we're all fools?

Yu Xiangcao couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"Exactly, what kind of thief is that stupid?"

"To my opinion, it's clear that Yu Sanzhu is lying..."

“I think so too, village chief. You should have a proper discussion with Yu Sanzhu and his wife about this.”

"Alright, all of you, stop arguing. Yu Sanzhu, are you saying that this bicycle was stolen and put in Yu Dazhu's house by a thief?"

In other words, you admit that Cheng Yuan didn't steal the bicycle from your house.

Zhou Jianguo waved his hand, instantly silencing everyone.

Yu Sanzhu nodded, which meant he agreed with Zhou Jianguo's words.

"Third brother, what nonsense are you talking about?"

This bicycle was stolen by that little brat. And maybe it wasn't just him who stole it; it was probably both his brothers who stole it together.

Wang wanted to slap her third son. How could she have given birth to such a stupid son?

“Master, that’s not what you said when you came.”

I think Mom is right. Maybe the two brothers stole the bicycle, and it's possible that the older brother and sister-in-law instigated it.

You just said that the bicycle wasn't stolen by this brat, doesn't that mean we lost?

Are you out of your mind?

Li Hehua was so angry that she started swearing at her husband.

No sooner had she finished speaking than Li Hehua was slapped.

"You bitch, it was you who insisted on gambling, not me. What does it have to do with me?"

You still dare to curse me? You really deserve a beating.

"You're not my mother, what right do you have to scold me?"

Yu Sanzhu was already seething with anger. If it weren't for this wretched woman discovering that the bicycle was missing and dragging her mother over to make a scene, he wouldn't have lost face in front of the villagers today.

"Husband, why did you hit me again?"

You yourself clearly said it…”

"Alright, you two, stop putting on a show in my house and stop arguing here."

Since Yu Sanzhu has such a bad memory, I'll give him a good talking-to.

Yu Chengyuan took a piece of paper out of his pocket and waved it in front of them.

"Wang, Li Hehua, open your dog eyes and see how my bicycle came to be."

You don't not recognize the names on these, do you?

The villagers also came over to take a look.

However, before he could even get a good look at it, Yu Chengyuan put the letter away.

Then he handed the letter to the village chief.

"Uncle Zhou, please take this and read it to everyone."

Yu Sanzhu naturally recognized that the paper was a document he had signed and fingerprinted.

"Cannot be read..."

Yu Sanzhu shouted.

Everyone looked at him, wondering if there was something shameful on that piece of paper.

Most of them only saw a red fingerprint and the names of Yu Chengyuan and Yu Sanzhu; they didn't see anything else clearly.

Wang was illiterate and didn't know what was written on it, but Li Hehua did.

She clearly saw that it was written very clearly that her good husband, Yu Sanzhu, had actually sold the bicycle to his good nephew, Yu Chengyuan.

It's fine that it was sold, but it only sold for ten yuan! Ten yuan!

How could she not be shocked and angry?

That bicycle cost two hundred yuan to buy for her son, Da Bao, although the money wasn't paid by her, but by Wang Shi.

She was just as heartbroken.

She just couldn't understand how her usually cunning and shrewd husband could do such a stupid thing.

"Third son's wife, what are you spacing out for?"

Tell me what was written on that piece of paper.

And what's wrong with the third brother? Why won't he let the village chief read that piece of paper?

Wang didn't know why her son was reacting so strongly, as if he had seen a ghost.

The third son's wife was also staring blankly, as if possessed, lost in thought.

Li Hehua then came to her senses. Already feeling angry, she said irritably, "Why don't you ask your good son what he wrote?"

"Third son's wife, have you gone too far?"

"How dare you yell at me like that? Are you asking for trouble? When we get back, I'll have my third brother teach you a lesson!"

"Alright, stop arguing. Yu Sanzhu, are you going to say it yourself, or do you want me to read it aloud in front of everyone?"

Zhou Jianguo shouted loudly.

His head is buzzing, it's so annoying.

Then he said to Cheng Yuan, "Cheng Yuan, for my sake, give him a chance and let him choose."

If Yu Sanzhu remains obstinate and refuses to admit his mistake, I will read it aloud in front of everyone.

Is this okay?

Zhou Jianguo felt it was too embarrassing to read it aloud, so he decided it was better to let him admit his mistake himself.

"Since Uncle Zhou has already spoken, let's give him a chance."

Let's see if he wants to say it himself.

Uncle Zhou is the village chief, so we can't ignore him. Besides, so many villagers are watching, and he can't afford to lose face as the village chief.

Otherwise, the village chief's prestige in the village will be greatly diminished.

Yu Sanzhu lowered his head, hesitated for a moment, and said, "Village Chief, let me just say it directly!"

He then turned to Yu Dazhu and his wife and said, "Brother and sister-in-law, I'm sorry, it was my fault."

Nephew Chengyuan, Nephew Ping'an, I was wrong. I shouldn't have framed and wronged you.

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