"Auntie, we really didn't see anyone enter your room. We've all been here the whole time, and even if one of us is busy, the others can see that no one has entered your room. What's going on?"

The other people said the same thing, so the old lady believed it. But who was it? Could it really be her eldest son?

The old lady really wanted her eldest son to come back immediately and ask him what had happened. Twenty taels of silver—that was all the money she had saved up for half her life.

"I..." The old lady didn't care about anything else now. She closed the gate in the yard and asked everyone to tell her if she had taken the money.

"I've lost something, and I don't know if my children took it or what happened, which is why I'm asking about your big day. I can't ask you directly."

"With so many eyes watching us, we've chosen just a few people. No one else has actually gone in, except for you who went in just now."

What about yesterday?

The group spoke the truth, as everyone wanted to clarify things in case something was lost or mishandled.

To put it simply, on such a joyous occasion, everyone assumes that people from the same village would come here; otherwise, who would come?

"I understand. Thank you so much for today. I'll ask them about it when I'm done with my work."

The villagers left after eating, some staying to help wash the dishes before departing.

It was not easy to get some meat to eat, so everyone ate their plates clean, and there was nothing left in the kitchen.