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As everyone chatted, they locked their eyes on the poorest families in the courtyard.

The poorest of them all was naturally Qin Huairu's family.

"I remember now. It must be the stem. When I went to buy vegetables this morning, I saw the stem wandering around the door of the house.”

"It's really possible. The stick terrier always goes to Silly Zhu's house. In the past, Silly Zhu didn't lock the door. Today, He Qing came back and locked the door.”

"Aiyo, why is this lock broken? This is too scary.”

At this time, Jia Zhangshi was also standing in the courtyard with her three children.

When everyone heard this, they all looked at Jia Zhangshi and the stick beside him.

A middle-aged woman naturally wouldn't let him walk in front of the stick. She said sternly,

"Awesome, let me ask you, did you steal Uncle He Qing's bracelet?”

Although the auntie said so, her eyes were still looking at Jia Zhangshi.

Obviously, the auntie knew that this woman was not easy to deal with.

When Jia Zhang-shi heard the responsibilities of the people in the courtyard and thought of how Qin Huairu had beaten up the stick overnight, she felt a little guilty.

She gulped and asked,

"Awesome, you took the bracelet from He Qing? If so, quickly return it to Uncle and treat it as a joke.”

"Grandma, I didn't."

The thug directly hid behind Jia Zhangshi and denied it with a stubborn expression.

"That's good. Since you didn't take anything, Grandma can rest assured. With Grandma around, no one will dare to accuse you.”

Jia Zhangshi stroked her hair with heartache and raised her head to Xu Heqing:

"He, don't accuse a good person. Our boy is a good child. He definitely won't steal.”

"You don't know how to steal?"

He Qing saw the stick terrier's guilty look, not to mention the footprints left inside and outside the house. He had long determined that it was the stick terrier's doing.

"Auntie Zhang, on account of Brother Jia, I'll give you a chance. Don't lie through your teeth. Get the bangle back for me and I'll pretend that nothing happened.”

However, Jia Zhang-shi's face was fierce as she tightly protected the stick. She bared her teeth at He Qing and said,"

"You're talking nonsense. The stick didn't steal your bracelet at all.”

He Qing couldn't be bothered with her. He took out a five-yuan note from his bag and handed it to a woman beside him.

"Big Sister Lin, please help me call Qin Huairu back from the steel mill. This is the money for your hard work.”

"No need, no need. We're all neighbors. There's no need to be so formal.”

The woman who He Qing called Sister Lin shook her head and went to the rolling mill.

Just like that, the courtyard was in a deadlock.

Twenty minutes later, Big Sis Lin returned to the courtyard with an anxious Qin Huairu behind her.

"Mom? What was going on? Sister Lin said that we stole He Qing's things?”

The words were directed at Jia Zhangshi, but his eyes were looking at He Qing with a trace of pleading.

However, He Qing ignored Qin Huairu and said indifferently,"

"Neighbors, to tell you the truth, yesterday, the bar stalk went to the kitchen of the rolling mill to steal soy sauce. Everyone in the kitchen knows about this. If you don't believe me, you can ask.”

He paused for a moment. After everyone revealed a surprised expression, He Qing continued,

"Later, when I passed by the abandoned cement pipe, I saw the stick stalk eating beggar's chicken with his two sisters. I won't say much about where the chicken came from.”

As soon as he said that, the way everyone looked at Qin Huairu and her family changed.

"So Xu Damao's chicken was stolen by a stick. This child is already stealing at such a young age.”

"That's right, that's right. How can there be such a person in our courtyard? It's really a disgrace.”

The neighbors discussed animatedly, causing Qin Huiru's face to instantly turn pale.

The content of He Qing and He Yuzhu's conversation yesterday seemed to be about to be verified.

Beside her, Jia Zhangshi was so shocked that her mouth was wide open, and she stood rooted to the ground.

She looked at her daughter-in-law and saw Qin Huairu's gloomy gaze.

In Jia Zhangshi's opinion, this matter was shouldered by He Yuzhu yesterday. Why was it brought up again now?

She had always suspected that her daughter-in-law and He Yuzhu were having an affair.

Therefore, in her opinion, He Yuzhu would never reveal this matter.

As He Yuzhu's younger brother, He Qing must have been given instructions.

But what was happening now?

At this moment, everyone's gaze fell on the stick.

When they saw the soy sauce and oily residue on the child's cotton jacket, they immediately believed it.

"Say it, did you steal Uncle He Qing's bracelet?”

At this moment, the second uncle suddenly popped his head out and scolded the stick.

"I didn't want to steal it, it was Silly Zhu who asked me to steal it!”

The thug shouted with his neck hanging. At this point, he still wanted to frame He Yuzhu.

According to his past experience, even if the matter was exposed, Silly Pillar would definitely help him get away with it.

However, this time, he miscalculated.

"Qin Huairu, how did you teach your child? How could he call her silly pillar? My brother gave him food and drinks, and he got called a fool? Does your family still have a conscience?"

He Qing's chest was burning with anger.

This ingrate had been eating and drinking her brother's food since she was young, and she was not grateful at all.

At this critical moment, he still pushed this person away. Moreover, he did not even address him respectfully. What was the point of raising this thing?

"You little bastard, when did I let you steal?”

He Yuzhu was standing at the entrance of the courtyard with a dark face.

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