"Aunt Huang, as long as the amount you said matches what Jiang Chen picked up, it means that this money is indeed lost by you, otherwise, it means that this money is not yours."

Ruan's words were unanimously agreed by the county.

"Aunt Huang, what do you say, you lost a lot of money."

Mrs. Huang's face turned red, and her brain was spinning wildly.

She only saw that Jiang Chen picked up the money, all of which were ten yuan of unity, but she didn't see how much it was, and she wasn't sure if there were other denominations in it.

After thinking about it, Aunt Huang planned to take a hard shot, in case she got it right, then she would earn it.

"I can't remember a lot of specifics, but there are more than a hundred of them anyway."

"More than a hundred, that's how much more? Ten or twenty more? Or forty or fifty dollars? Remember the approximate number, right? ”

Although life is better now, for them ordinary workers, more than 100 yuan is not a small amount.

I can't remember a piece of eight cents of change, but I must have counted five and ten yuan of big bills.

It was difficult for Mrs. Huang to ride a tiger, on the one hand, for her own face, and on the other hand, she was even more reluctant to fly the duck that reached her mouth.

She gritted her teeth and reported a number, "More than one hundred and forty!" ”

Ruan breathed a sigh of relief.

Her composure is all pretended, but she is actually very nervous in her heart, worried that Aunt Huang will mistakenly tell the accurate number, and then she will lose a lot.

Ruan gently turned his head and motioned to Jiang Chen, "Jiang Chen, you can take out the money and show it to everyone." ”

The "little boy" also hurriedly urged, "Yes, brother, you take out the money and deal with it." ”

Jiang Chen glanced at Ruan lightly, took out the money in his trouser pocket, and counted them one by one in front of everyone.

"Ten, Twenty ......"

No more, no less, just a hundred dollars, all of them are a new great unity.

"Everyone saw that what Jiang Chen picked up was a hundred yuan, and they were all great unity, so this money is not Huang Damiang's."

Aunt Huang didn't believe in evil and refused to accept this result, pointing to Jiang Chen's trouser pocket and saying that there was still one in it, so angry that Jiang Chen directly turned out the two trouser pockets.

The onlookers turned their heads one after another, pointing at Aunt Huang, and at the same time wondering who lost the money.

100 yuan is not a lot, but it is also a lot, which is equivalent to a month's income of an employee.

Aunt Huang's old face was as red as a rooster's comb, she was ashamed and embarrassed, and she was unwilling to let such a foreign fortune fall into Jiang Chen's hands in vain.

"Even if I didn't drop the money, it wasn't his! Maybe he stole someone else's money! You have to call the police and leave it to the police! ”

Ruan Qingqing didn't expect that at this time, Aunt Huang was still playing yellow and splashing dirty water on Jiang Chen's head.

"Aunt Huang, do you have evidence? If not, please don't open your mouth to slander others for stealing! ”

Someone chimed in, "Aunt Huang, didn't you just say that Xiao Jiang picked up this money at the top of the stairs?" Why don't you say that someone stole it, you can eat food indiscriminately, but you can't talk nonsense. ”

Aunt Huang came as soon as she said it, anyway, she didn't need to be responsible for talking nonsense, "When I went out, I saw that he got a wad of money in his hand, and if he didn't steal it, he definitely didn't come from the right way!" ”

"I RTM, which turtle son's money, to the labor and management to pick up and climb!"

With nothing to provoke a commotion, Jiang Chen obviously lost his patience, threw the money to the ground with a gloomy face, and went home without looking back with his younger brother's head.

Ten large solidarities are scattered on the ground, the crowd of onlookers, you look at me, I look at you, they all want to pick it up but are embarrassed.

If you pick it up, it's the turtle son.

Ruan Qingqing was even more embarrassed and depressed, obviously it was her money, but she admitted that it was not, and it was not if she didn't admit it.

"Pick up the money! Everyone's got it, everyone wanted it! ”

I don't know who shouted, and the crowd of onlookers suddenly boiled, and the ten great unity sheets were snatched up in an instant.

The one who picked up the money was beaming, and the father who didn't pick it up scolded his mother.

Ruan Qing was even more depressed, almost crying stupidly by herself.

She felt that Jiang Chen knew that the money was hers, and he could have returned the money to her, but he deliberately said that it was the turtle's son's money and threw it on the ground.

It's so damning!

It makes sense that she hated him so much in her previous life!

Ruan Qingqing's feeling was not wrong, Jiang Chen did guess that the hundred yuan was thrown by Ruan Qingqing.

Throughout the unit building, Ruan Qingqing is an eye-catching and unique existence.

Always wearing a colorful little skirt, revealing white and tender arms and thin legs like lotus roots, delicate and soft, water and water are smart, just like the budding flowers and bones on the branches in the spring morning.

Outside the unit, he recognized her with just a wink.

Watch her run upstairs like a rabbit and hide in the shadows.

Just because he scolded her yesterday, she came up with this way to trick him, and it was really right to scold her. He deliberately scolded the turtle's son for his money, and threw her money on the ground.

Imagining her being so angry that tears in her eyes gave him the pleasure of a prank.

"Brother, did you really pick up the money?"

"Or else?"

Jiang Chen had a cold face and a hard tone, looking terrifying, but Jiang Yao had long been used to it.

She pursed her lips, went into the kitchen and scooped the porridge from the tin pot into the sea bowl, and fished out two pickled cowpeas from the kimchi jar, and then brought them out and put them on the dining table.

Jiang Chen washed his face, sat down at the table with a wet face, looked at the porridge in the bowl that was so clear that he could see the human face, stirred it twice with chopsticks, and said angrily: "If the clear soup is low in water, everyone will be eaten and floated." ”

Jiang Yao was angry and replied, "There is no rice on the roof!" ”

Jiang Chen took two large sips from the bowl, suppressed the burning sensation in his stomach due to hunger, and then spoke, "It's only been a few days, and the rice has been eaten again?" ”

"So a little bit of rice, you think you have to eat it for a lifetime?"

Jiang Chen picked up the rice, drank the porridge in the bowl in a few sips, and then asked how much money the family still had.

Jiang Yao took out a rusty iron box and opened it, and there were a few cents and corners in it.

"And five corners and three points."

With this amount of money, you can only buy two catties of rice, and three people can eat it for four days at most.

Jiang Yao closed the iron box, full of resentment, "You shouldn't have thrown away the money, the money you picked up for nothing, you didn't steal or rob it, don't care what others say." ”

Jiang Chen glanced at his sister, "I will find a way to deal with money, I can't be hungry for you." ”

Jiang Yao hugged the iron box and went back to the room angrily.

Jiang Chen washed the bowl and tin pot, and then pushed open the door of the other master bedroom room and entered.

Lin Ronghua, who heard the movement, turned his head and saw that it was his son who came in, and a smile appeared on his thin face.

"You're back, is it a little later than usual today?"

"It's a little late."

Jiang Chen bent down and carried Lin Ronghua into the toilet and placed him on a simple chair nailed out of old wood.

When Lin Ronghua was done with convenience, he pushed open the door and went in, carried Lin Ronghua back to the bed and lay down, covered the quilt, turned his head and picked up the medicine bottle on the wooden bench at the bedside, twisted it open, and found that the medicine bottle was empty.

He casually covered the medicine bottle, put it back on the bench, turned his head and asked Lin Ronghua, "Have you washed your face?" ”

"Washed, Yaoyao washed it for me, and wiped it on my body, Er'er, you go to sleep, don't worry about me." Lin Ronghua looked at his son distressedly.

Jiang Chen didn't say anything more, and turned his head back to the next room.

This room is a little smaller than Lin Ronghua's bedroom, separated into two small rooms by a cloth curtain in the middle, Jiang Chen sleeps on the left, and Jiang Yao sleeps on the right.

Jiang Chen took off his coat and lay down on the bed, although he was very thin, the small wooden bed still couldn't bear the creaking.

Jiang Yao, who was sitting on the other side of the curtain, lowered her eyelids, "Brother, I don't want to study anymore." ”