Justice? Ma Bomin sneered. "If we're talking about justice, then what you did is even more unforgivable. Where were you when Xiaomei had a difficult labor? Where were you when Xiaomei couldn't get out of bed and had to take care of the child? The child wasn't even a month old yet, and you were throwing dirty water on Xiaomei, calling my daughter a bastard, and driving them out of town just to take over the house? Where was justice?"
If Mrs. Ma and Mr. Ma were reasonable people, they would not do such a heartless thing.
"Either pay the money back or go to jail. Your choice."
The eldest brother, Ma Boli, quickly expressed his position to Ma Bomin, "Second brother, I have never bullied your wife and children, nor have I spent your money. This matter has nothing to do with me."
The third brother, Ma Bochang, couldn't stand it any longer and pointed at Ma Boli and said, "Brother, how can you say that? You haven't eaten or used anything at home in the past seven years? Isn't that all the money from the second brother's family?"
The eldest brother, Ma Boli, said, "I eat from the public. All the money I earn is public. How can the food I earn belong to the second brother? But you are lazy and don't work. There is not much food. You eat greasy food. Where does the money come from?"
Old Mrs. Ma favors the third son, and everyone in the family knows it. She snatched the second son's house for the third son to live in. She sends food and drinks to the third son's house first, and sometimes uses the second son's money to subsidize the third son. Everyone in the Ma family knows about this.
The eldest son's wife immediately chimed in, "That's right, we all earn our own money, and we never spend a penny of the second son's. It's not our turn to go to jail."
Ma Bomin didn't care how they calculated the bill. He only focused on the old man and old lady Ma who were responsible for collecting money from the post office. Sometimes it was old lady Ma who went, sometimes it was old man Ma who went, whoever was free went.
"I've asked the post office about this. Over the past seven years, you've received a total of 5,720 yuan in salary from them. Adding the allowance from the Armed Forces, the total is 1,080 yuan."
When the villagers who were watching the fun heard the amount, they all gasped. So much money!
No wonder the Ma family is lazy, but they live a better life than everyone else. They stew meat every now and then, and their meals are worse than most families in the village.
"You are my son, what's yours is mine, and we have no family, so what's wrong with me taking it?" said old man Ma, who had been silent for a while.
Ma Bomin was too lazy to waste time talking to them and said, "I told you, you are falsely claiming the money I sent to my wife. This is a crime. If you return the money now, I can let you go. If not, I will have to send you to jail."
Ma Bomin didn't want the money at all. He just wanted to send these bastards to jail, all of them.
Old Ma didn't believe it at all. "I'm your biological mother. Is it illegal for me to take my own son's salary? I don't believe it. It doesn't make sense."
Song Ziyi said, "Uncle Ma, if we report this to the police, they certainly won't be sentenced to jail."
Old Mama's face lit up with pride, and she immediately heard Song Ziyi say, "But he will be sentenced to farm reform, starting from five years."
What?
Old Mrs. Ma's face turned pale. Farm reform was no joke. Someone here had committed a crime and was sent to the farm for reform, and died before he could even make it a year.
"Uncle Ma, I don't think they can come up with the money. Why don't we report it to the police right away?" Song Ziyi said.
Old Man Ma stared at Ma Bomin, and when he saw Ma Bomin nodded without hesitation and wanted to fight with the young man, he was so angry that his face turned blue. He rushed forward to stop Ma Bomin and raised his hand to slap Ma Bomin, but Song Ziyi grabbed his wrist and pushed him towards his eldest son with a clever force.
Ma Boli supported his father and said, "Dad, you should return the money to the second son as soon as possible. I don't think he is lying. If you really report it to the police, it will be a disaster. You will be exhausted after working on the farm for a whole day."
Anyway, the money wouldn't give them a big house, so it would be better to give it back to the second son to prevent him from holding a grudge against their family.
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