Song Beifeng said: "Yes, my aunt said that Yuting stole a hundred yuan, and she didn't know who stole the rest, so the third brother dropped out of school." ”

"No, I'm going to my aunt's house to get the two hundred yuan back, so that the third uncle can also study!"

Song Qingtian was a little angry, it was obvious that Yang Yuting stole the money, and there was a thief who only stole a hundred yuan when he saw three hundred yuan.

Song Beifeng said: "My aunt knelt in front of her parents and swore a curse, saying that Yuting only took a hundred yuan, saying that Yuting was young, and when she saw so much money at once, she was afraid and didn't dare to take it all." ”

Song Xifeng said: "Little girl, what the fourth uncle said is the truth, even if the third uncle doesn't study, there are other things to do, the village is recruited, I have already signed up, and when it is passed, the third uncle will go to be a soldier to protect the family and defend the country." ”

The ideological trend of the 80s was like this, being a soldier, joining the army, and defending the country was the most advanced ideology, and it was also the dream of countless Chinese sons and daughters.

Hearing Song Xifeng say this, Song Qingtian felt a little more comfortable, as long as he didn't go to the black coal kiln in Shanxi, the third uncle should not be in danger of life.

At night, Song Qingtian kept thinking about the three hundred yuan, and the aunt knelt down and swore a curse, which was a very decisive thing in the early eighties.

What's more, Yang Yuting really stole all the three hundred yuan, according to his uncle's temper, if he didn't take out all the money, he would kill Yang Yuting.

Now, Yang Yuting has only taken a hundred yuan, so where are the other two hundred?

What Song Qingtian didn't expect was that early the next morning, Mrs. Song came to the door again, not only with a let, but also with her sister-in-law Song Dongmei.

When Mrs. Song entered the door, she shouted: "Little thief, give me the 200 yuan you stole from me!" ”

This dead old woman is so capricious!

Yang Xiulian asked anxiously: "Mom, didn't you find the money?" ”

Mrs. Song snorted and said, "Yuting admitted that she took my money, but she only took a hundred yuan, and the remaining two hundred yuan was stolen by the little female thief you raised." ”

This old lady, her granddaughter stole money, and her granddaughter stole it, not to mention that Song Qingtian had never stolen Mrs. Song's money at all.

Song Qingtian asked rhetorically: "Grandma, why do you say that, slandered me once yesterday, and you want to slander me today, are you finished?" ”

"Your aunt said you stole it."

"My aunt?"

Song Qingtian was stunned, her aunt in her memory was not this kind of person who slandered people casually.

"Your aunt came to give me money yesterday, she said that Yuting admitted that she had done something wrong, and then she also said that you instigated Yuting to steal money, and then you divided two hundred yuan, and Yuting divided one hundred yuan, you went to Yuting's house yesterday to make trouble, just to let her take the blame for you and let her carry the matter of stealing money alone."

It turns out that the problem is here, this damn Yang Yuting, if she dies, she has to pull a cushion, Song Qingtian really regretted that she should have counted the money in the sauerkraut jar at her aunt's house yesterday.

recalled that when the sauerkraut jar was broken yesterday, the great unity that fell out, a face value of ten yuan, it seems that there are only eight or nine pieces, and the rest are change.

Three hundred pieces and one hundred pieces, the number can still be distinguished.

Could it really be that Yang Yuting stole a hundred yuan? Even if you steal a hundred dollars, you can't slander yourself.

Yang Yuting, Yang Yuting, you are really the enemy that I Song Qingtian has cultivated for several lifetimes.

Of course, I can't admit what I didn't do.

"Grandma, I really didn't take your two hundred yuan, if you want to get your money back, just ask Yang Yuting, please don't waste your words in my house."

Mrs. Song pouted and said: "Yuting's child has been sensible since he was a child, and he is wrong when he takes my money, he is a good child, so I won't wronged her again, but you don't learn well at a young age, your sneaky hands and feet are not clean, and you instigate Yuting to learn badly, if Yuting hadn't taken the initiative to admit her mistakes, I wouldn't have known that you, a little thief, had such a scheming." ”

Song Qingtian is about to blow up, this old lady is really confused.

"Grandma, you figure things out first before you speak, if I hadn't gone to my aunt's house to expose Yang Yuting stealing your money, would you be able to get back a hundred yuan? If it was me and Yang Yuting who stole the money together, why should I help you expose Yang Yuting, so I didn't expose myself? Don't be fooled. ”

Mrs. Song thought about it, what Song Qingtian said was very reasonable, even if the money they stole together had already been divided, Yang Yuting still took a minority, and Song Qingtian took most of it, even if the spoils were unevenly distributed, Song Qingtian should not expose Yang Yuting, who took less money.

Mrs. Song has experienced a lot of things, and when Song Qingtian got to the point, she didn't say anything.

Song Dongmei is a fool, when she saw that Mrs. Song didn't speak, she was a little anxious, and pulled Mrs. Song and said, "Mom, don't be deceived by Song Qingtian's cunning fox, you still remember the year before last, she stole our family's white sugar, and then wronged me." ”

Song Qingtian still remembers the matter of stealing sugar.

During the Spring Festival the year before last, the eldest girl returned to her parents' house and brought a bag of sugar to Mrs. Song, saying that she had bought it from the county seat.

In the early eighties, white sugar was a rare thing, and rural people couldn't eat enough to eat in the era, it was simply a luxury, Song Qingtian watched his grandmother's white sugar pour into the glass bottle, and the granular white sugar of the white flowers made Song Qingtian drool on the side.

The next day, Song Qingtian went to her grandmother's house to help grind tofu, and from time to time she saw Song Dongmei stuffing things in her mouth, and licking her lips and corners with her tongue after stuffing.

"Sister-in-law, what are you eating?" Song Qingtian, who was still very timid and timid before, asked in a low voice.

Song Dongmei whispered close to her ear: "It's white sugar, my mother gave it to me." ”

The moment Song Dongmei approached Song Qingtian's ear, Song Qingtian smelled a sweet smell, and couldn't help swallowing and spitting, "Sister-in-law, let me take a bite, okay?" ”

Song Dongmei's eyes rolled, and she took Song Qingtian and went to Mrs. Song's house.

Mrs. Song locked the sugar in the box, Song Dongmei quickly found the key, took out the sugar, and poured three mouthfuls into her mouth in a row before giving Song Qingtian a small bite to eat, Song Qingtian also felt sweet in her heart.

Mrs. Song came back with water, but she didn't see the two girls in the yard, and when she went to the house, she saw that they were stealing the sugar they were hiding, and she waved angrily to beat them.

Song Dongmei jumped out and pointed at Song Qingtian and said, "Mom, Qingtian stole our family's sugar, I just caught her and you came back." ”

"You are a lazy girl, you steal my sugar in broad daylight, and you wronged your sister-in-law, your sister-in-law didn't steal it, I gave it to her."

"Grandma, I didn't steal it, my sister-in-law asked me to eat it."

As soon as Song Qingtian's words fell, Mrs. Song slapped her, and five finger prints immediately appeared on Song Qingtian's face, which hurt hotly.

Song Dongmei smiled proudly on the side, and there were still a few grains of white sugar stuck to the corners of her mouth.

Afterwards, grandma went to take away an old hen raised by Yang Xiulian for this matter.