Early in the morning, Tiger Jia was sitting in the courtyard shouting and clapping his hands.
"Who the hell stole my pickled vegetables? Our courtyard has a thief. Everyone, come out and take a look.”
Seeing that no one moved, Tiger Jia shouted even louder and cried even harder.
All the courtyards heard the commotion and rushed over. Soon, the courtyards were filled with people.
Every time Liu Haizhong watched the show, he would rely on his fat head and big ears to squeeze at the front with his big butt and round waist.
"Why are you shouting so early in the morning?”
When Jia Zhang-shi saw Liu Haizhong, she felt that she had a strong backing.
"Second Uncle, you are the Qingtian Bao of our courtyard. This courtyard has recruited thieves. You can't ignore this matter.
My pickles were stolen! Our entire family depends on it to survive!”
"We haven't lost anything in so many years. I think we should investigate this matter thoroughly."
Third Uncle said angrily.
Yi Zhonghai heard Jia Zhang-shi's shouts, but he didn't join in the fun.
He couldn't afford to offend such a woman. He turned hostile just like that.
"Did you see anyone suspicious going to her house?"
Liu Haizhong put his hands behind his back and looked at the people in the courtyard arrogantly.
"Who dares to touch your door? Usually, we all take a detour.
It is said that there are many troubles in front of a widow. You are not an ordinary widow.”
When everyone heard Old Man Li's words, they all raised their faces and laughed.
Everyone was talking and gossiping.
"This thief is so stupid. It's really strange why he didn't steal anything! I just stole your pickles."
Liu Haizhong stared at Jia Zhangshi, who was sitting on the ground, doubtfully.
"I think Second Uncle is right. The pickles from Aunt Wang's house next door are all in the courtyard. Why didn't they steal her pickles?"
Third Uncle and Second Uncle, who were standing in the crowd, looked at each other without saying a word.
" I think this matter should be handled by the entire academy." Jia Zhang-shi angrily rebuked with a fierce look.
"You're holding a meeting for a jar of pickled vegetables. Aren't you afraid of being laughed at if word gets out?"
Yan Bugui disdainfully pouted as he looked at Jia Zhangshi who was sitting on the ground.
"Besides, do you think he would steal your pickles? If you want to steal, you should go to the backyard to steal Li Erlong's bicycle, that's much more expensive than your salted vegetables.”
Xu Damao stood there and said.
"Don't say anymore, quickly inform the other courtyards to gather in the middle court."
The second uncle left without looking back. He thought to himself, Yi Zhonghai has been sick for many days. He has been lying in bed and can't manage the courtyard. Isn't it time for me to take charge of the house?。
In the middle of the courtyard, there was a square table with four corners. The Second Master and the Deputy Master sat in the middle.
"Masters, you have to stand up for me! Old Merchant will definitely thank you in heaven!”
Yan Bugui pointed at Jia Zhangshi impatiently and said,
"That's another matter. Don't say such superstitious things in the courtyard. Stupid and ignorant."
"Did you find any suspicious people in our courtyard last night?"
The crowd was silent, everyone felt embarrassed for Jia Zhang-shi.
"Everyone has lived in the same courtyard for so many years and nothing has been lost. How could there be anyone suspicious?
It would be hard to say if he had put it somewhere and forgotten it and wronged the wrong person.”
Old Man Li sat there smoking a pipe as he spoke to Jia Zhangshi.
Second Uncle cleared his throat and took a sip of tea like an old leader.
"Today, I gathered everyone here for one thing. A jar of salted vegetables from the Jia family is missing.”
The crowd below burst into laughter.
"Mom, let's go. It's so embarrassing! A jar of salted vegetables was not something rare.”
Qin Huairu stood at the side because she couldn't stand being pointed at by others.
"You little slut. What do you know? It's enough for our family to eat for a month."
"Mom, there are so many people here. Why are you speaking so harshly?”
Jia Zhangshi stared at her with her triangular eyes. He glared fiercely at Qin Huairu, who was carrying the child.
He sat up with a ferocious expression and punched Qin Huiru with his fist.
Qin Huairu started crying with an aggrieved expression. Everyone could not stand it any longer, but they were helpless. They could only silently curse Jia Zhangshi in their hearts.
Tiger Jia's expression changed instantly when he saw this. He put his hands on his waist and cursed,
"You fickle Qin Huairu, do you think I've embarrassed you? Get lost, get lost and go home now."
Third Uncle sat on the bench and pulled an even longer face.
"Qin Huairu is right. It's so embarrassing to hold a meeting over a jar of pickled vegetables. I've never heard of it."
Jia Zhang-shi's expression was extremely ugly as she pointed at Yan Bugui with her hands on her waist and cursed.
"Did I embarrass you? Could it be that you stole it?"
Tiger Jia rolled his eyes, lowered his head and muttered in his heart.
It was better to bite on Yan Bu's expensive price and not let go. He could always extort some money.
"You, you're slandering me! I stayed at home all night and didn't go out."
Yan Bugui's eyes were burning with rage, and the veins on his forehead were bulging. Her lips trembled.
"You're still quibbling."
"You're simply a shrew and unreasonable. You can't find anyone to compensate you, so you're blaming me again."
Yan Bugui pushed the glasses on his nose, his hands trembling with anger.
"I'm depending on you today, you old pervert who doesn't do good things. Which family in this courtyard buys meat and kills chickens? When have you not been thick-skinned enough to eat a piece?”
Yan Bugui was so angry that his face turned green and red.
The more Tiger Jia spoke, the more energetic he became. He rolled up his sleeves and placed two pairs of fat hands that looked like cat paws on his stomach or waist. He frowned and spat on the ground.
"I say, Third Master, just compensate me! If Jia Zhangshi blocks you at the school gate and makes a scene, the gains will not make up for the losses. If it's serious, you might even lose your job.”
The Second Uncle also muttered in Yan Bugui's ear with a helpless expression.
"When the time comes, we'll lose a lot of face," Li Erlong said in a strange tone.
No one in the courtyard spoke up for Yan Bugui. It could be seen how annoying this person was.
Second Uncle saw Jia Zhang-shi's vicious look. He only slapped the table.
"Third Master, you should compensate her. She's a widow. If this gets out of hand, where will you put your face?”
Li Erlong chewed on melon seeds with an appearance of not complaining about the drama, shouting at the side.
"Li Erlong, you little bastard, you helped Jia Zhang-shi to malign me, what good does it do you? Or are you having an affair with Qin Huairu?”
Li Erlong was instantly happy when she heard this, smashing the melon seeds directly on Yan Bugui's face.
She stepped forward and grabbed his collar. She threw his glasses far away.
"You old thing. What was he saying? I owe you to keep your mouth clean."
Yan Bugui was so scared that his face turned pale and his legs trembled.
"Take your hand away first, take your hand away…"
Li Erlong bared her teeth and fiercely slapped Yan Bugui's face.
His movements were too fast. Before Yan Bugui could react, he fell to the ground.
Yan Bugui covered his swollen face and crawled around on the ground, looking for his glasses.
"You old thing, I think you're tired of living.”
Unsatisfied, Li Erlong kicked his chin again.
Yan Bugui lay on the ground, his back bent as he covered his old face and groaned in pain.
Li Erlong looked at Jia Zhangshi's black face, so frightened that she hurriedly lowered her head.
Second Uncle patted Li Erlong's shoulder in an official tone,
"You're too ruthless. You have to pay for your third uncle's medical fees today.”
You brat, I think you're lawless and capable now, right?”
Li Erlong turned her head to look at Second Uncle with a serious face.
"You can't blame me for this. He asked for it.
If you keep pestering me, I can only call the police and let the police officers teach you about the law.”
Liu Haizhong sighed and stomped his feet. Yan Bugui was a primary school teacher after all. His words were especially unpleasant and inappropriate.
Seeing that he did not have the ability to deal with this matter, he simply admitted defeat.
"I can't care about this anymore. I'm leaving.”
Jia Zhang-shi looked at Liu Haizhong's back as he left, not daring to speak.
His pickled vegetables were ruined…
Yan Bugui limped to his feet.
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