Everyone gasped.
"Dog Egg, what nonsense are you talking about? When did we ever ask you for money?"
"Shut up!" The captain roared. He never imagined that, apart from making a few public disturbances and under his pressure to raise the price of Gou Dan's money from ten to fifty yuan a year, Zhong Qingqing was actually secretly smuggling money from Gou Dan's family.
He was just wondering why Gou Dan's family had to send two yuan to Yang's family after selling the dried vegetables.
Now, I understand everything.
"Zhong Qingqing, is what Gou Dan said true?" The captain looked at Zhong Qingqing coldly, his eyes filled with icy coldness.
He believed nine-tenths of what Gou Dan said.
His disgust for Zhong Qingqing reached its peak, because of the only affection Yang Laoda had for her, and because of the days when she had led the Yang family in their reckless behavior, leaving him with nothing.
Zhong Qingqing wanted to refute.
Dog Egg didn't give her a chance.
He ran into the house, took out a yellowed notebook, and handed it to the brigade leader.
The notebook recorded everything that Gou Dan sent to the Yang family.
The brigade leader turned to the first page. The first time he delivered something was fourteen years ago. With him and the secretary as witnesses, they set an annual allowance of ten yuan and one hundred catties of grain. The second entry was three days later, when Gou Dan delivered a chicken to the Yang family.
Then it was a duck.
Chickens, ducks, fish, geese—anything valuable—were sent to the Yang family several times a month.
A thin notebook was filled with countless favors owed to others.
Every month was etched into his heart.
Years ago, their Xiahe Village experienced a great famine, but the items on the register were still there: a pound of rice, a pound of flour, and half a pound of brown sugar. These were all insignificant items, but when added together, they were enough to kill a family.
The more the captain looked at it, the more suffocated he felt.
He turned to the last page and finally closed his eyes.
"Zhong Qingqing, how could you be so vicious?" He threw the notebook directly at Zhong Qingqing's face.
"Grandpa Guan and Grandma Guan, you're so old. I've always been curious how you've become so thin, given that they only give you fifty yuan and a hundred jin of grain a year. You make a fuss once a year, and I initially thought it was just about a dozen yuan."
So, you have quite the grand ambitions.
Huang Zhenwei picked up the notebook and silently flipped through it. The Huang family and the Guan family were relatives, and he knew about the Guan family's situation. The old couple were as thin as ghosts. He had even resented Gou Dan in his heart for letting his grandparents go hungry as an adult.
He thought Gou Dan wasn't doing his job properly, and he stubbornly ignored Gou Dan.
Looking at the densely packed small print in the notebook, his heart was stabbed hard.
What a vicious woman.
This is going to drive these three—grandparents and grandchildren—to their doom.
Old Yang died because of Gou Dan. What's wrong with giving him something? If Gou Dan refused, he would be in the wrong. But he gave him something for fourteen years, and the three of them never knew what a white steamed bun tasted like.
This is absolutely absurd!
Zhong Qingqing's face turned a deep shade of liver.
She never expected that Gou Dan would keep accounts.
She frantically tried to explain...
“Extortion? You can report it to the police,” Qiao Wanyue said coldly.
"Qiao Wanyue..."
Huang Zhenwei glanced at the old couple and said, "Goudan, go report to the police. The Yang family is suspected of extortion and they're going to be locked up."
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