The village chief looked at the large and small bags of food in He Dong's hands with a serious expression. He pondered for a moment and slowly said, "Where did you get the things in your hands?"
He Dong was stunned. "My friend gave it to me. If you don't believe me, ask He Xi and the others."
The village chief stepped forward again and pressed the issue, "Which friend of yours is so generous?"
Big white bread, peach cakes, glutinous rice noodles, twisted dough sticks, popcorn, malted milk, which family's prodigal son is he who gave so many gifts? He also wants to make friends.
He Dong stepped back in fear, "Friends...in town."
Just when Ho Tung thought the village chief was going to continue questioning, he turned directly to the youngest, Ho Chung.
"He Zhong, tell the village chief uncle if it's fun in town?"
“It’s fun.”
"So what did you go to play? Can you tell me about it? I haven't been there before."
He Dong kept winking at He Zhong behind the village chief.
But He Zhong was rather dull, answering whatever the village chief asked, "I went to the supply and marketing cooperative, the state-owned restaurant, and the cinema, and that was it."
"Was that paid by your brother He Dong or by Dong's friend?"
"I don't know. Brother Dong paid, and Brother He Xi also paid."
As soon as these words were spoken, He Dong felt a chill down his spine, dropped the things in his hands and walked out.
But two fists are no match for four hands, and He Dong was taken back by Maodan and his men after running only a few meters.
Zhao Moli felt very distressed when she saw the things scattered on the ground.
Some old women who were watching the fun secretly picked them up and put them in their pockets.
The most arrogant one was Old Lady Feng. She was standing in the front row. When she saw the peach-sugar rice noodles on the ground, she quickly put them in her pocket without any hesitation from the village chief and others.
Zhao Moli stepped forward and snatched it away, "It's yours, I'm just putting it in your pocket, don't you have any shame?"
"I'm shameless?" Old Mrs. Feng pointed at herself in disbelief. "Your He family is the most shameless here. You stole other people's things and refused to admit it. Is that your money? How dare you spend it?"
Zhao Moli was speechless for a moment, "I..."
Seeing that another quarrel was about to break out, the village chief hurriedly interrupted: "Stop arguing, He Dong, I'm asking you one last time, where did the money come from? If you don't tell the truth, I'll report it to the police."
"I got it from home."
The village chief angrily shouted, "Bullshit! I helped preside over the division of the family property. I know exactly how much money your family got. I don't believe your parents would let you do this. Let me ask again, where did the money come from?"
It was obvious that these things could not be bought for just one or two dollars. He would never believe that He Aiguo and his wife would be willing to give them money to buy them.
"I took it from home. Look, it's the second and third room on the right wing, and the third room after entering the main house. It's not locked. I can just go in and look for it." He Dong looked as if it was a matter of course.
The village chief felt that sooner or later, his life would be cut short by these people's anger. "This is no longer your home. You are just staying here temporarily. You took things without permission. That's stealing. Do you understand?"
He Dong was unmoved. "I don't care. I grew up here. This is my home. What's wrong with me taking things from my own home? Kill me if you dare."
As the saying goes, don't argue with a fool.
If a son is not well educated, it is his father's fault.
The village chief was too lazy to argue with him anymore and decided to talk to an adult about this matter.
The village chief pointed at He Aiguo with shaking hands, "The evidence is now irrefutable, and your son has admitted that he took the money from someone else's house."
Then he turned to the educated youth and said, "You are victims. You can do whatever you want to me. I won't say no."
"Why don't we report it to the police?" Someone among the educated youth shouted.
Zhao Moli fell to her knees with a thud. "Uncle Village Chief, you can't let them report it to the police, or my child's life will be ruined. Besides, the child is still young and doesn't understand. Just tell him once."
"The child is still young? A boy of fourteen or fifteen is still young? You can say such words to embarrass you, and you are not afraid of choking to death with your spit.
Just a quick word? You sound so easy. Last time, they caused such a big mess, and you still didn't teach them a lesson. You keep asking us to cover for them.
I think you families don't need to live in Shuixiang Village anymore. With your thick skin, you can get by anywhere." The village chief said coldly.
The way the men in the He family do things is to let the women throw a tantrum in front to resolve the problem, and if that doesn't work, they will come out to smooth things over.
He Aiguo looked at the village chief with a flattering expression, "Village chief, my wife is ignorant, please don't bother with her. We will compensate and apologize. We will definitely repent, so please don't kick us out.
Water Village is our root. All our He family ancestors are here. You can’t let me leave my hometown at my age.”
After saying that, he kicked He Dong and asked, "How much money did you take from them?"
"Fifteen dollars."
He Aiguo felt upset and his eyes were twitching. He didn't expect that Ho Tung was so tactless. Didn't he know to say less?
"You damn bitch, why don't you take out the money and return it to them."
Zhao Moli reluctantly took out the family division fee she had just received. She was given a total of 32 yuan, and almost half of it was gone in an instant. She felt so sad.
But she was reluctant to talk about her son, as he was her support in the He family.
Seeing that their losses had been compensated, the educated youth stopped pestering the government.
After all, we are now on someone else's territory, and we don't know how many years we will stay here in the future, so it is better not to make the relationship with the villagers too stiff.
Besides, it was almost dark, and they didn't dare walk to the town at night to report the case.
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