Chapter 67: The Hypocrite Is Depressed

People's gazes fell on the white flour and rice.

They were all frightened.

If a catty of white flour or two catties of rice were found at home, it could still be explained.

It's the New Year.

Wanting to eat something better.

That's human nature.

Some families, all year round, only prepare a few catties of white flour to eat dumplings during the New Year; the rest of the time they eat nothing but corn flour or mixed flour.

Long Laotaitai's home was searched on the spot, yielding fifty catties of white flour and fifty catties of rice, totaling a hundred catties.

According to the quota.

Long Laotaitai would need two or three years to accumulate these amounts.

Judging by the color of the rice and white flour.

These are all fresh flour and fresh rice.

The reason for hoarding doesn't hold up.

It also can't be explained.

The crime of unexplained vast property applies equally to Long Laotaitai; this is called the crime of unexplained vast supplies.

The greatest pressure falls on Yi Zhonghai.

In recent years.

To establish a persona.

It's just Yi Zhonghai and his wife taking care of Laotaitai.

Long Laotaitai has difficulty moving; she's also a woman with bound feet. How could she have obtained this hundred catties of white flour and rice? Everyone wonders whether Yi Zhonghai was involved. For example, Liu Haizhong wonders if he could seize the opportunity to replace Yi Zhonghai as Head Steward, while Yan Fugui and the others wonder where Yi Zhonghai got all these things.

The rice and white flour are meant for export.

Yi Zhonghai's blood pressure is high.

Shazhu saw clearly that Yi Zhonghai's body was trembling slightly; he didn't know whether the hypocrite was frightened or something else.

"Head Steward, you must not come to any harm no matter what you say."

Shazhu supported Yi Zhonghai; he had just borrowed a million from someone, so he had to show something.

He also hadn't expected Long Laotaitai's home to have so much.

He realized he had underestimated this old lady.

"You are the mainstay of the family and the Head Steward of the courtyard; you must not collapse no matter what you say. Your strength must be strong; I believe you are innocent."

Yi Zhonghai looked at Shazhu.

He suddenly agreed with what Laotaitai had said.

Shazhu is more suitable than Jia Dongxu to support Yi Zhonghai and his wife in their old age.

Shazhu could see the problem, but Jia Dongxu missed it and still acted like an aloof bystander.

"Zhuzi, Head Steward is fine."

"Head Steward, stop being stubborn." Shazhu turned and called to Jia Dongxu, "Jia Dongxu, why are you just standing there? Hurry up and bring a stool for your master."

Jia Dongxu was about to move.

But Jia Zhangshi grabbed him.

Yi Zhonghai's face instantly turned ugly.

He's not even dead yet; why are you, Jia Zhangshi, avoiding these things?

"Zhuzi, I'm fine."

"It's good that you're fine." Shazhu released his hold on Yi Zhonghai, pointed at Jia Dongxu and said, "Jia Dongxu, what do you mean? Normally it's just the Head Steward and his wife who look after Laotaitai, and just they who are close to her, yet you think these fifty catties of white flour and fifty catties of rice were all brought by the Head Steward for Laotaitai."

Yi Zhonghai felt a pain in his chest.

Just thinking about that in his heart is enough.

Don't say it out loud.

Shazhu's tone was still extremely arrogant, putting on an act of defending Yi Zhonghai, but this defense backfired—it not only failed to clear Yi Zhonghai's name, it actually increased suspicion against him.

"Zhuzi, Head Steward thanks you; you're a good kid."

Yi Zhonghai, clutching his chest, said to Shazhu:

The implied meaning.

I thank you.

Don't say it.

Originally there was nothing wrong, but after you said that, even nothing became something.

My heart, Yi Zhonghai's, truly can't take it.

"Head Steward, no need to thank me—we're all neighbors of the courtyard. I've watched you grow up; I don't believe you, so who do I believe? These fifty catties of white flour and fifty catties of rice have nothing to do with you. Laotaitai is a woman with bound feet; who said a bound‑foot woman can't carry things?"

Yi Zhonghai comforted a loneliness.

He didn't know how to describe his current mood.

Say it's good.

A bit bad.

Shazhu used words to pin a shit‑pot on Yi Zhonghai to death.

Not good to say.

Also good.

Shazhu is doing this to speak up for Yi Zhonghai.

The person felt utterly helpless.

Xu Daming also chimed in.

The genuine petty person is bound with the Siheyuan's war god; these people of the Siheyuan really aren't a match.

「Jia Dongxu, what Shazhu said is right—you are the Head Steward's apprentice; how could you act like this? Although we neighbors don't have much contact with the old lady, we neighbors all know that the old lady has been taken care of by the Head Steward and his wife, and the things in the old lady's house have nothing to do with the Head Steward and his wife. 」

Yi Zhonghai let out a breath.

The same words.

It came out of Shazhu's mouth.

Yi Zhonghai felt heartache.

It came out of Xu Daming's mouth.

Yi Zhonghai considered it natural.

「These things were not procured by the Head Steward for the old lady; we must believe the Head Steward—the old lady is weak, but if one day she suddenly gains strength, lifts a bag of things with one hand, and secretly hides them away, it would be understandable even if the Head Steward didn't know. 」

Here there is no three hundred taels of silver.

That's all the effect.

Yi Zhonghai, who had just let out a breath.

The heart began to hurt again.

Shazhu, this kid, how did he become so unreasonable, everywhere stabbing at Yi Zhonghai.

「Yi Zhonghai, explain yourself. 」

As soon as Director Wang spoke.

Shazhu slipped away slickly.

It made Yi Zhonghai's teeth itch with hatred.

Go ahead and say it.

You don't need to step forward, but you, Shazhu, insist on stepping forward, you've pinned the blame on Yi Zhonghai; now it's your turn to step forward, yet you, Shazhu, hid, leaving Yi Zhonghai to bear the blame alone.

You, Shazhu, really are my big boss.

「Head Steward, Director Wang is asking you to explain; although I know you're innocent, others don't see it that way, and they still think the white flour and rice in the old lady's house were procured by you, Head Steward. 」

「Zhuzi。」

「Head Steward, I believe you. 」

Believe me?

If you truly believed me, you wouldn't say that.

Yi Zhonghai simply pushed the blame onto Long Laotaitai.

Let the fellow daoist die, not the poor daoist.

Do as you like.

「Just now He Yuzhu said you have the closest relationship with the old lady; when you say this, are you fooling me or refusing to explain? Yi Zhonghai, I tell you, this matter is very serious; do you still want to remain Head Steward? 」

Just now He Yuzhu said you have the closest relationship with the old lady; you saying this, are you muddling me or refusing to explain? Yi Zhonghai, I tell you, this matter is very serious—do you still want to be this big grandfather?

Unfortunately.

Just happy for a while.

Director Wang did not strip Yi Zhonghai of his Head Steward title; he gave Yi Zhonghai some face, after lecturing him a few sentences, he let the public security confiscate the white flour and rice; as for Yi Zhonghai, let him publicly self-criticize at the Dayuan meeting.

Director Wang did not strip Yi Zhonghai of his Head Steward title, giving him some face; after lecturing him a few sentences, he had the public security confiscate all the white flour and rice, and as for Yi Zhonghai, he had him make a public self-criticism at the Dayuan assembly.