Quick Wear: The saints are too miserable, the host will never be soft-hearted

"I searched your room seven or eight times, and found less than five dollars! I gave you and the third son's wife the same amount of money. Tell me, did you give away all the stolen money? Where did you give it to them? Tell me!" Old Mrs. Jiang questioned.

Wang Zhaoyin opened his mouth. "I'm in charge of everything, how can I stop you from sleeping in? You overslept, how can I explain it?! And as for me going out, I... I went to chat with my good sisters."

She also said some bad things about her second brother's wife, but she couldn't say this.

Wang Zhaoyin touched his nose, a guilty look in his eyes for a moment, which was caught by Old Lady Jiang. She frowned sharply, "Feeling guilty, right? You're still being stubborn!"

Wang Zhaoyin took a deep breath. She couldn't tell anyone about the rumor, otherwise her second sister-in-law would come out and gloat over her misfortune!

"I didn't! The money you gave me, I... I was afraid of losing it, so I left it with my parents at my parents' house for safekeeping."

Old Mrs. Jiang said coldly, "I knew it, I knew it! Well, in order to marry you, our family went into debt. Later, my second son joined the army and got a stipend, and your father and I worked hard to pay off the debt. But I didn't expect to marry a daughter-in-law with such dirty hands!"

"Other people's daughters-in-law send food and drinks to their parents' home, but you steal money from your husband's family to subsidize your parents' home. You want to die!" Old Mrs. Jiang overturned the table in anger.

"I really didn't! I'm almost dying of injustice!"

Wang Zhaoyin fell to the ground and started rolling around. My Lord, why isn’t it snowing outside when she has suffered such an injustice?

Old Mrs. Jiang was coaxed by Jiang Dazhu and Jiang Sanzhu for a long time. She shook off Jiang Dazhu who was pulling her from the left, pondered for a while, and thought of another piece of evidence of Wang Zhaoyin's guilt.

"Thirty years ago, your grandfather was a famous locksmith. Even the most difficult locks could be easily unlocked by him. Who knows... who knows, ...

Old Mrs. Jiang beat her chest and stamped her feet, while Wang Zhaoyin lay on the ground, almost vomiting blood.

"Which locksmith doesn't pass down his skills to his father and not his daughters? Not to mention I'm just his granddaughter. His father died a long time ago. How could he teach me?! I finally understand. You just want to kill me!"

The two of them were talking to each other. Old Mrs. Jiang accidentally glanced at the one dollar that had survived on the ground, and her cloudy eyes moved slowly.

"I hid this dollar in several places, but the thief stole it all, leaving behind this one dollar, this one dollar..."

"Mom, are you crazy? Don't talk like that, your son is scared." Jiang Sanzhu held Mrs. Jiang's hand and said worriedly.

Lu Yi poked Xiao Fan in his mind and said, "Look at you. This one dollar left behind is making Old Lady Jiang rack her brains. It's almost burning her brain."

"Hehe." Xiao Fan shook his head for a moment, "Then I really will take it. Host, do you really want it?"

Lu Yi was quiet for a second, his imagination running wild. "Actually, we don't need that dollar. Leaving one dollar will make things more lively."

After saying that, she ignored Xiao Fan's smug laughter and focused on watching the show.

Jiang Dazhu was angry for a while, then he slowly pulled Old Lady Jiang over again and said, imitating his sweet-talking third brother, "Mom, don't be angry. The money is lost, so it's lost. We don't blame you."

Anyway, my second brother is still in the army and sends back his monthly allowance, so the family doesn’t have to worry about saving money.

Without warning, Old Lady Jiang suddenly slapped him in the face. "What nonsense are you talking about!"

"Yes, yes!" Old Mrs. Jiang pointed at Jiang Dazhu, who looked confused and angry, and caught the flash of inspiration in her mind. "Why did you keep one dollar? Because you! Your wife stole it. One dollar, one! And you're the boss. I understand everything!"

Lu Yi listened to Old Lady Jiang's analysis of three, four, five, and six points. It was amazing that each of them sounded quite strange.

She originally wanted to create an alibi. As for whether Old Man Jiang and Old Lady Jiang would suspect everyone, it didn't matter. They would all be dragged into this together!

It is said that we should just ignore the unpleasant words from the villagers and just go together as a family without missing anyone.

In the original owner's life, especially after Jiang Erzhu's death, it was like everyone was pushing the wall down. Would she not do it just because the person pushing the wall might be implicated?

Unexpectedly, Old Lady Jiang mistakenly identified it as Wang Zhaoyin.

A hint of a smile appeared in Lu Yi's eyes, as if he was looking forward to the show.

Old Mrs. Jiang identified Wang Zhaoyin, but Wang Zhaoyin refused to admit it. In the days that followed, he was in a state of chaos every day, throwing chopsticks and overturning chairs. Even though the family had lost such a large sum of money, Jiang Sanzhu did not dare to ask for meat.

But even if I don't say it, I'm still greedy. In the past, we would eat meat at home at least three or four times a month.

"Sanzhu, take this money and go to town to buy pork. Buy as much as you can and come back after you've spent it all." Old Mrs. Jiang took out the only dollar she had left.

Jiang Sanzhu was stunned, thinking that he had accidentally said what was in his heart.

Given his mother's erratic moods these past few days, he was cautious and didn't go to answer the phone directly. "Mom, didn't the thieves steal everything from our house? How can you buy meat with only this dollar left? It's okay if you don't eat it."

Old Mrs. Jiang waved her hand and said, "You go ahead and eat it all. It's better than having a thief thinking about it."

Jiang Sanzhu took the money, walked to the yard, held it up and looked at it again and again, pouting his lips in delight, "Suck! Suck!"

Lu Yi opened the window to get some fresh air and saw this scene. Her expression became complicated for a moment. If she remembered correctly, this dollar cost... and she also kissed him twice.

With two clicks, Lu Yi closed the window again.

In front of each person was a bowl with three or four small holes missing, and the plates looked even more chipped than the bowls. There was no other way, all the good bowls and plates in the house were broken. The ones they were using now were found by Old Man Jiang in the utility room in the middle of the night with a lamp on. They were all old items.

Old Mrs. Jiang went into the kitchen herself and brought out a bowl of stir-fried pork with chili peppers.

"Eat meat." She put the bowl on the table with a clang. It was no different from smashing it.

Everyone was silent, and no one moved when they saw that she didn't move.

Seeing that the heat was about to dissipate, Jiang Dazhu swallowed his saliva and picked up the chopsticks, thinking that there would be nothing wrong in picking up a piece for Old Lady Jiang. Didn’t his third brother pick up shredded potatoes in the same way some time ago? His mother was very happy.

Old Mrs. Jiang frowned into a knot and started cursing, "You're really going to eat it! Stupid thing! Don't you understand what I'm saying?!"

To be honest, ever since Jiang Dazhu could remember, he had never been so angry with Old Lady Jiang. In the past, he felt happy to see his second brother being bullied, but now that it really happened to him, he felt so uncomfortable!

Jiang Dazhu slammed the chopsticks on the table. After being humble for so many days, not to mention Wang Zhaoyin, even he couldn't bear it anymore.

"Isn't meat meant for people to eat? You're telling us to eat it and then telling us not to eat it. Mom, if you're not feeling well, go see a doctor in town. Stop bothering us all the time!"