Chapter 15 Thief]

When Ye Zhenghua heard what Old Man Ye said, he was shocked and sobered up: "Dad, who dares to steal your money?"

His honest face was a little more ruthless.

Old Man Ye gritted his teeth: "Ye Qingyue."

Ye Zhenghua thought he had heard it wrong: "Who?"

"Ye Qingyue."

Old Man Ye said hatefully: "I don't know if that damn girl was instructed by someone, she suddenly became smart, and she came back and said she wanted to divide the family. The team leader and the director of the women's department were also confused. They actually stood on her side and helped her divide my things and steal my coffin money..."

He became more and more angry, and his eyes were wet when he thought of the three hundred yuan.

Ye Zhenghua was stunned. He didn't hear it wrong. It was really Ye Qingyue!

The girl who is just like her father, introverted and can't do anything even if beaten with three sticks?

Seeing her husband's bewildered face, Chen Yulan pulled him to sit down and briefly explained the whole story to him.

After hearing this, Ye Zhenghua was furious: "She is so bold! How dare she take the three hundred yuan?"

Although it was the pension obtained by Ye Yong's heroic sacrifice, in the eyes of the Ye family, the three hundred yuan belonged to them and had nothing to do with Ye Qingyue's family!

If it weren't for Old Man Ye and Granny Li getting married and raising Ye Yong, the burden, how could they be where they are today?

So this money should be given to them!

"It's no use saying anything now."

Old Man Ye wiped away his bitter tears, "The team leader and the director of the women's department are helping her."

In the current situation, they can't get the money back.

Otherwise, he would be accused of "embezzlement of state property" by the captain.

When Ye Qingyue went to get the money, the captain said with a stern face that if he tried to steal the three hundred yuan, he would have to go to jail for decades, and even have to eat peanuts!

"That vixen is not a quiet one. If she gets the three hundred yuan, it will probably be spent in less than a year..."

The more Old Man Ye thought about it, the more heartbroken he became.

"Dad, we can't do anything openly, but that doesn't mean we can't do it secretly."

Ye Zhenghua's eyes rolled and he had an idea.

"What do you mean?" Old Man Ye's eyes lit up.

He has always loved Ye Zhenghua, not just because he is his own son.

The most important thing is that Ye Zhenghua has been filial since he was a child, smart and capable, and has brought many benefits to the family.

"My sister-in-law worked overtime in the factory today and did a lot of work. That vixen must be tired after a day of hard work. Not to mention the sickly ones, they have no energy during the day and can't stay up all night."

Ye Zhenghua analyzed the situation and concluded: "They must be sleeping like dead pigs now. We can take this opportunity to... steal the money back!"

"But if her family lost money, they will definitely come to our house, right?"

Granny Li was timid and was very scared when she heard this. Stealing chickens and dogs will go to jail!

Ye Zhenghua glanced at his mother, hiding his disdain, and said: "Mom, don't you think about it? Everyone in the village knows that they just separated and have money in their hands. Can the captain guarantee that it was our family who stole it?"

As long as you are careful and don't leave evidence, the police station can't arrest people, right?

Granny Li is still afraid.

Old Man Ye became excited: "That's a good idea! It's late at night now, and the other families in the village are probably asleep."

Ye Zhenghua and Old Man Ye smiled at each other: "It's the best time."

...

Ye Qingyue fell asleep.

Woke up again.

It was nothing else, mosquitoes.

This pest has existed since the Jurassic period and has no effect on the ecosystem. It is simply a disaster for hundreds of millions of years!

And now it is 1978, and malaria is still rampant in some parts of China.

And mosquitoes are the medium for spreading malaria.

In the early 1970s, Ye Qingyue was still a child under ten years old. That year was the peak of the malaria outbreak, and 24 million people were sick across the country.

It was not until 1971 that the female scientist Ms. Tu discovered an effective anti-malaria extract from artemisinin, and the situation of malaria in China and even the world gradually improved.

In order to control the spread of malaria, a regional malaria joint prevention and control mechanism was established in the country.

At that time, everyone in the country was taking anti-malaria drugs.

Thinking of the fear of being dominated by the drugs, Ye Qingyue got up despite the sleepiness, went outside to find some mugwort, lit it with a match, fumigated the house, and spread the rest beside the bed.

Without the buzzing of mosquitoes in his ears, Ye Qingyue lay back on the bed with peace of mind.

When his eyelids were fighting and he was about to fall asleep in the next second, Ye Qingyue suddenly heard a strange sound coming from the door.

"Click, click..."

It was a very subtle sound, as if someone was trying to pry the door open from the outside.

Ye Qingyue woke up all of a sudden.

"Sister, there's someone outside."

Ye Feng whispered beside him.

He was a light sleeper and woke up when Ye Qingyue was fumigating the house with mugwort.

"I heard that, too."

Ye Qingyue narrowed her eyes. Who could it be?

They had just separated, and the villagers knew that they had money. The hooligans and old scoundrels probably had their eyes on them.

But the most likely ones were still Old Man Ye's family.

Ye Qingyue had an idea in mind, and asked in a low voice: "Ah Feng, in which package are the needles and thread at home?"

"I'll get it."

Ye Feng tiptoed to open the package, and quickly handed a needle to Ye Qingyue, "Sister, what's the use of this? Can I get you the kitchen knife?"

Ye Qingyue looked at her brother's gentle and elegant face in the moonlight, and couldn't help muttering in her heart, little brother, your thoughts are very dangerous.

"A kitchen knife isn't as useful as this."

Ye Qingyue held down her brother who was ready to move. "You wait in the house to avoid accidental injuries."

After saying that, Ye Qingyue held the needle and moved towards the door.

The door of Granny Zhong's house can be locked from the outside, but there is only a bolt inside.

Such a structure is easy to solve for some experienced thieves.

Just take a thin piece of iron and lift the bolt from the gap in the door, and the door will open.

Ye Qingyue discovered this problem when she moved in, so she tied the bolt with a cloth strip and poured water on the cloth strip, making it difficult to cut it open even with a blade.

As a result, the person outside the door who wanted to pry the door tried to lift the bolt for a long time but failed.

Ye Qingyue squinted at the iron sheet that stretched in from the gap in the door and quietly untied the cloth strip.

"Click."

The person outside the door finally lifted the bolt.

Ye Qingyue heard the person outside breathe a sigh of relief.

The voice was very familiar.

"Ye Zhenghua."

Ye Qingyue pronounced the name in his heart, and clenched the needle in his hand.

It turned out to be him.

Then he would not have the psychological burden of being ruthless.

"Squeak..."

The door, which had been in disrepair for a long time, made a slight friction sound.

The person outside the door was also very cautious and pushed the door open very slowly.

"Damn, I'm so tired."

Ye Zhenghua finally pushed the door open to allow him to enter. After complaining, he stepped into the door.

But when he stretched his thigh in, he suddenly felt a sharp pain.

Did he get caught on a splinter?

Ye Zhenghua thought about it and didn't care at first.

But when his feet just landed on the ground, he suddenly felt his legs numb.

Then, a tearing pain spread from the soles of his feet to the roots of his thighs.

"Ah!"

Ye Zhenghua couldn't help but screamed.

"Who is it?!"

Ye Xianghong's shout came from the house.

Ye Zhenghua was shocked and quickly put his legs away, limping towards home.

Damn, what's going on? What happened? !

His legs...

hurt so much!

The tendons inside seem to be torn apart!

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A little science:

The heroine's mother Ye Xianghong is called "neurotic".

In fact, strictly speaking, Ye Xianghong's illness is not "neurotic" but "mental illness".

The so-called neurosis refers to problems with the nerves, while mental illness refers to psychological problems.

Leaving aside all the details and elaborations, let's look at the difference between the two roughly:

neurosis is a physical problem.

Mental illness is a psychological problem.

When people call someone a "neurotic", it is actually a wrong usage. It is more accurate to call them "mental illness", but I guess the former is easier to pronounce, so most people are used to using the former.

After consideration, when I wrote about the villagers and supporting characters scolding Ye Xianghong, I chose to use the term "neurotic" instead of the more serious "mental illness".

Because in real life, most people actually use "neurotic" to scold people who have problems with their brains and are crazy, and use "mental illness" less.

In fact, I also considered whether to use "crazy" to replace "neurotic" in the introduction.

But the word "crazy" is too serious.

It is easy for readers who have not read the book to misunderstand that Ye Xianghong is crazy, so when they read the main text and find that Ye Xianghong behaves relatively normally, they think the article is irrelevant and the author is cheating.

Finally, after comprehensive consideration, I still think that "mental illness" is more appropriate and more lifelike.

However, the heroine of this article is a doctor after all, so I think I should be more strict in these aspects, so after careful consideration, it is better to write a small popular science.

I hope everyone can understand_(:з)∠)_This