Chapter 85

Huang Juan walked back and forth in the room somewhat angrily, pointed at the two and said: "Fine, even if Zhang Quan was ignorant at the time and made you unhappy, leading you to leave in a fit of anger, I can understand that. But after you returned here, didn't you calm down and think about what to do with the mother and son, and didn't you think about calling your youngest son?"

"Old Wei, I have to criticize you sternly. Even if they are our fellow workers and neighbors, when they encounter difficulties, we should all lend a hand, let alone that is your son's wife and grandson's mother?"

Huang Juan's words were reasonable and well-founded. The two knew they were in the wrong, so they lowered their heads and didn't speak.

Huang Juan sighed and softened her voice: "I'm only saying this to you because we have a long-standing relationship, and I'm really quite angry. If it weren't for Aunt Fatty coming to the neighborhood office about the mop, Zhang Quan might have been gone!"

Old Wei Tou and Mother Liu looked at Huang Juan in unison.

Lu Qiaoge looked at their appearance; clearly, they hadn't thought of this point?

That's not necessarily true.

From their perspective, if Zhang Quan died, their son would be liberated.

From then on, Zhang Quan would not only not be a burden but could also leave behind a large pension.

Wei Qiang, who took this money and had no burden, would still be able to marry a wife.

To put it bluntly, he could even marry a big girl from the countryside.

Although one shouldn't use such malice to speculate about these two, Lu Qiaoge felt that it was actually only one step away from the truth.

Huang Juan didn't bother to continue educating them and only asked Mother Liu: "Can you still go to your youngest son's house to take care of her?"

Mother Liu immediately started groaning: "I can't go; my back aches, my legs cramp, and if I go, I can't do anything. I might even become a burden to my youngest son."

Huang Juan asked again: "Do you remember how much money is left in the wallet?"

Mother Liu's eyes flickered, and she covered her forehead with her hand: "That, I have to think about it."

Just at this moment, a thin voice sounded.

【Mother Liu, why do you still have to think about it? Didn't you just say the remaining money totaled forty-five yuan, nine jiao, and eight fen?】

Lu Qiaoge looked toward the source of the voice and was indeed shocked for a moment.

The one making the sound was actually a fly landing on the wall?

Since crossing over, she could understand the inner thoughts of many living things, but there were also many living things without inner thoughts.

For example, flies and mosquitoes.

But in the eyes of the Buddha, even mosquitoes and insects can understand the Dharma.

It can be seen that all living beings do not just refer to humans, but also include all living things.

Of course, this is not the point.

At present, it is mainly that the couple Old Wei Tou and Mother Liu did indeed take Wei Qiang's family's money. I don't know for what purpose, but they just refused to admit it.

This also matches the unspoken guess of everyone in the neighborhood office just now.

But actually, this matter is a bit difficult to handle.

If not handled well, it will affect the relationship between Zhang Quan and her neighbors.

In the future, if Zhang Quan has any trouble, who would dare to help?

Lu Qiaoge stood quietly on the side, fully conforming to the image of a small cadre who came out to visit with a leader.

Huang Juan guessed seven or eight out of ten. She also observed the expressions of the two and was patiently waiting for Mother Liu's answer.

And Lu Qiaoge directly connected to the fly lying on the wall.

"Hello, little fly. You just said Mother Liu counted the money, and the amount was forty-five yuan, nine jiao, and eight fen. Can you tell me where she put the money?"

After a few breaths...

【Ah ah ah, heavens, heavens, heavens, who are you, who exactly are you? Are you talking to me?】

The fly flew up in a panic. Fortunately, there was no sound, and no one noticed it.

Lu Qiaoge soothed its emotions in her heart, letting it confirm that she was indeed talking to it.

The excited fly was still very excited, but it flew to the chest of drawers placed by the door.

It landed on one of the drawers and excitedly told Lu Qiaoge: 【It's right here, the wallet hasn't even been changed; it's her youngest daughter-in-law's, and it even has the character 'Quan' embroidered on it.】

Lu Qiaoge walked slowly toward the chest of drawers, saying as she walked: "Aunt Liu, your chest of drawers is quite good-looking. Oh my, the flowers on this drawer are also good-looking."

Huang Juan was originally enduring her impatience, waiting for Mother Liu to remember how much money was left. Hearing Lu Qiaoge's words, she was a bit confused, but she knew Lu Qiaoge was not a girl without a sense of proportion, so she didn't pay attention to Lu Qiaoge. However, seeing the expression on Mother Liu's face, Huang Juan narrowed her eyes suspiciously.

Mother Liu's heart panicked instinctively; the saying "a thief has a guilty conscience" didn't come from nowhere.

She walked quickly to the chest of drawers and blocked the drawer with her body.

Lu Qiaoge also stopped her steps and said in surprise: "What's wrong with you? I was just looking. Forget it, I won't look. You should still think carefully about how much money is left, for example, whether it is forty-five yuan, one jiao, and two fen, or forty-five yuan, nine jiao, and eight fen. It's best to be accurate to the fen."

Mother Liu's eyes changed instantly.

Old Wei Tou cursed the useless old thing secretly.

At the same time, he looked at Lu Qiaoge with some fear.

What exactly is going on?

Is she just saying it casually, or does she know something?

Huang Juan's eyes darkened, and she asked: "Mother Liu, I am very busy here. Tell me how much money and coupons are left in the wallet, and I will go directly to the police station to report the case."

After a pause, she continued: "This time I am applying for the police station and the security section to handle the case jointly. Comrade Zhang Quan was injured on duty. We cannot help her reduce her physical pain, but we can help her solve her life troubles, such as this thief who stole the money. It's nothing more than people from our military industrial courtyard. We must catch this person. I also ask you two to rest assured that we will absolutely not let this shameless thief go unpunished."

Mother Liu actually wanted to settle the matter.

She was the one who took the wallet.

The old man saw it and didn't say anything, and was even planning to buy a bicycle for his eldest grandson.

She didn't dare to really leave it alone; actually, she was thinking of coming back to stay for two days and then going again.

Although Zhang Quan was paralyzed, she wouldn't starve to death if she didn't eat for a day, and she really couldn't stand it.

This isn't her own daughter, why should she serve her well?

If you ask her, living like this is so stifling; dying is enjoying happiness.

As for taking the money, that was originally left for her by her youngest son.

But now this matter, I don't know how it blew up.

Lu Qiaoge glanced at Mother Liu's livid complexion and said: "Aunt Liu, don't worry, our police station and security section are very capable, and they will 100% catch the thief who stole the money."

Then she looked at Huang Juan: "Leader, if they are caught, how will it be handled?"

Huang Juan thought for a while and said: "The nature of this is too bad; it must be handled strictly and severely. Those who work will be fired, those who go to school will be expelled, and serious ones will be sent to prison."

Mother Liu was so scared she almost fell to the ground.

What else did Huang Juan not understand? She gritted her teeth in anger. It's hateful, it's really too hateful.

Mother Liu, you are also a woman. When her mother-in-law was not good to her, it was the Women's Federation that supported Mother Liu. As a result, she is no different from her evil mother-in-law to her youngest daughter-in-law.