Reborn in a small village in the 1990s

Zhao Da'e was annoyed by the Zhao family, but she couldn't stay too far away, so she had already been extremely restrained and tried her best not to go home.

“Big Goose, don’t worry about the work, leave it to me. But what about this matter? Do you want to hide?” Zhou Yuren was in a good mood, but he was thinking this was a difficult situation. Given Zhao Big Goose’s current predicament, if Zhao Tingxu and Wang Guixiang insisted that Zhao Big Goose stole the passbook, even if Zhao Big Goose’s father, Zhao Tiesheng, said that Zhao Big Goose didn’t steal it, it wouldn’t matter. It would be very difficult for Zhao Big Goose to defend himself.

Ordinary people are more likely to believe what Wang Guixiang and Zhao Tingxu say, and will not easily listen to Zhao Dage's explanation. After all, Zhao Dage is a little over six years old, and it is possible that others will not believe what he says.

That would be troublesome; you wouldn't be able to reason with them, and it would have too many consequences.

Zhou Yuren thought that if that was the case, it would be better to hide it. This wasn't a case of murder or arson. Even if Zhao Tingxu and his wife framed Zhao Dage for taking the passbook, if they couldn't find Zhao Dage today, the police would be gone tomorrow.

Let’s talk about it later.

Moreover, Zhao Tingxu and Wang Guixiang were just talking about it; they didn't have any evidence, so the matter was eventually dropped.

"Why should I hide? The people who need to hide aren't me, they're my grandparents. They think the food at the police station is too good and want to go back in again." Zhao Da'e laughed, "Wang Guixiang was in there for five days last time, and I had to bail her out. Instead of being grateful, she wanted to mess with me, so I won't be polite."

If I don't send the old couple in for half a month this time, I don't think they'll behave themselves.

Zhou Yuren: "Ah..."

Zhou Chunwen was also worried about Zhao Dage, saying, "Dage, don't be reckless. This isn't just about this; it's about 30,000 yuan. Don't even mention our village; even the whole county combined probably doesn't have anything this big."

Zhou Chunwen's concerns were not unfounded. In that era, 30,000 yuan was an astronomical figure, with purchasing power comparable to three million yuan in a first-tier city in later years. It's worth noting that the apartment Zhao Chunqin was allocated cost only three or four hundred yuan per square meter.

Thirty thousand yuan is enough to buy a house.

This is definitely not a small matter; even the local police station might not be able to handle it, and it's highly likely to be reported to higher authorities. If things aren't handled properly, this could easily escalate. If things blow up, it won't be easy to resolve. After all, they are her own grandparents; she'll still have to see them often. What will happen if this situation escalates? Will they never speak to each other again? Or will they deny everything? But the current situation is indeed extremely difficult to handle. Since Wang Guixiang wrongly accused Zhao Dage first, this matter is particularly complicated and seemingly impossible to resolve. Zhou Chunwen was at his wit's end, unsure of what to do.

“Big Goose, just listen to me. Don’t go out. You didn’t steal the money, but we’ve been wronged. Don’t get angry or anything. It’s better to stay out of the way for a while. Everyone’s angry right now. Wang Guixiang and Zhao Tingxu were harassed all day yesterday, and they’re probably furious. That’s why they’re making a scene. I bet the village will definitely intervene. Don’t get involved in this.”

Zhao Da'e shook his head: "I don't want them to pin this on me. The village will definitely take care of it, and my great-grandfather has a good relationship with the higher-ups. This matter can definitely be resolved peacefully. But I don't want it to be resolved peacefully; I want to add fuel to the fire and make it burn properly. They're accusing me of stealing the bankbook, aren't they? Heh, I'll help them find the money. Thirty thousand yuan; it's not going to be lost."

"Find it back? Where are we supposed to find it?" Zhou Chunwen was completely bewildered: "Didn't you say the money never existed?"

"Yes, Wang Guixiang gave it to my aunt Zhao Chunqin."

"But your aunt won't admit it either!"

"Don't worry about it, I have a way."