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Chapter 218 I can't rub the sand in my eyes
"Yes."

"Brother Zhu, have you ever thought about it? Pampering him like this will make him develop a bad habit of stealing?" Meng Donglai asked.

"No, Qin Huairu will definitely have no problem educating her children. Banggeng is worth stealing things from my house, and won't even enter the rainy house." He Yuzhu denied.

"However, today he did steal Xu Damao's chicken." Meng Donglai stated the facts: "The yard is so big, even if he didn't throw it from the chicken coop, but 'picked up' it from the yard, but he can easily use his brain to get rid of it." Knowing that this chicken belongs to Xu Damao, isn't this kind of behavior stealing?"

"That can't let a child stand in front." He Yuzhu sighed again.

Meng Donglai was speechless. Does this kind of thing have anything to do with age?

Stealing is stealing, and if you don't teach it when you are young, you are harming your children.

At this point, Meng Donglai already understood that the big reason for He Yuzhu's fate was actually his own fault.

If Lou Xiao'e hadn't taken the risk of breaking up with him before going to Hong Kong, the ending would have been quite miserable.

poor person must have something mean.

Kindness doesn't hide his stupidity.

After Jian Jian and He Yuzhu had dinner, a large group of people had already gathered in the yard outside the house.

Meng Donglai came out to have a look.

Yo heh.

People from the front, middle and back yards all came, a huge crowd of 50 people.

Otherwise, people nowadays are really idle and lack of spiritual life.

Then, under the auspices of the second uncle Liu Haizhong, the "case" about Xu Damao's chicken loss began.

Meng Donglai stood on the periphery, as if he was watching a play. Several people who would be called old artists in later generations performed "drama" in front of him, which was really wonderful.

"Did you steal it?" the elder Yi Zhonghai asked.

"No, I'm not a thief, what kind of chicken should I steal?"

"Then let me ask you, where did your chicken come from?"

"I bought it." He Yuzhu replied.

"Where did you buy it?" Liu Haizhong asked.

"I bought it at the vegetable market."

"Which vegetable market, is it Dongdan vegetable market or Chaoyang vegetable market?" asked the third master Yan Bugui.

"It's Chaoyang Vegetable Market."

"That's not right. From our place to Chaoyang Vegetable Market, even if you take the bus, it takes four to 10 minutes at the fastest round trip, not counting your time buying chickens and slaughtering chickens. When did you get off work?" Yan Bu Gui asked.

This analysis directly stopped He Yuzhu.

But he couldn't say that he kept it when he was working as a small stove. This nature was more serious, and he pursed his lips for a while and didn't know how to answer.

Listening to Yan Bugui's analysis, Meng Donglai couldn't help secretly applauding in his heart.

The citizens of this good place are amazing, a small citizen of a small courtyard has this analytical ability.

He has to be more careful in the future. The excuse of going fishing in the Chaobai River before now seems a little loose. It's too far away, and normal people can't ride a bicycle back and forth within the same time.

But the Yongding River is almost dry, throwing the spoil in the Yongding River probably cuts it off.

Then, Liu Haizhong began to dig holes for He Yuzhu.

"Perhaps there is another possibility, that is, the chicken in this casserole does not belong to Xu Damao's family. Everyone knows that, Sha Zhu is the cook in the cafeteria of our third rolling mill factory, maybe Sha Zhu brought it back from this cafeteria. "

"Hey, hey, don't talk about that! Don't talk about this." He Yuzhu was still sober, and quickly stopped Liu Haizhong's words that seemed to help him.

Here, Meng Donglai thought of the ending of this TV series, would it be a happy reunion?

What the hell is this?

Based on the hole Liu Haizhong dug for He Yuzhu this time, if He Yuzhu reacted a little slower, he probably lost his job.

Such a level of evil was forgiven lightly after decades, and he was paid for by himself. What a great (brain-dead) dedication.

"Master, you can eat indiscriminately, but you can't talk indiscriminately. If your words are so fluffy, people will spread them. Brother Zhu can't speak clearly even if his whole body is full of mouths." Meng Donglai stood up at this time: " As the saying goes, if you open your mouth to rumour, you can't refute it. As the second uncle in the courtyard, you can't speak so casually,"

"Meng Donglai, don't be so indifferent, the second uncle is your master, do you speak like that?" Before Liu Haizhong could react, Yan Bugui who was next to him fired directly at Meng Donglai.

At this moment, the previous care and attention had become perfunctory, but when facing Meng Donglai's challenge to their authority, their attitude towards Meng Donglai was an accident.

"Xiao Meng, don't talk about it, the elders are all elders." Seeing that Meng Donglai had quarreled with the two elders because of him, He Yuzhu hurriedly stopped him.

"That's right, Xiao Meng, what I'm talking about now is about Xu Damao's chicken loss, so don't take it too far." The elder Yi Zhonghai started talking to the mud: "He Yuzhu, I'll give you one more chance, tell me, Xu Damao's chicken, what exactly is it?" Did you steal it?"

He Yuzhu denied it to others, but he couldn't get it out of his mouth. He looked back at Qin Huairu, then turned his head to look at Meng Donglai, and finally raised his head and said, "I guess I stole it."

"Why forget it again?"

The neighbors next to him began to discuss, and He Yuzhu's attitude clearly indicated that there was something tricky in it, and everyone didn't have enough melons, so they were unwilling to "forget it".

Meng Donglai, who is also a melon eater, is naturally unwilling.

"I can't forget it like that, He Yuzhu obviously didn't steal this chicken." Meng Donglai directly blocked Yi Zhonghai's words about wanting to have sex with Si Ni.

"Meng Donglai, what's the matter with you here?" Qin Huairu's mother-in-law, Mrs. Zhang, was in a hurry, and started to spray Meng Donglai: "You little boy, the three elders are here to judge the case, you What are you talking about!"

"Mr. Zhang, have you been stepped on by your tail? I said that He Yuzhu didn't steal the chicken, but I didn't say that you stole the chicken. Why are you reacting so violently?"

"Xiao Meng, don't talk." He Yuzhu also blocked Meng Donglai's mouth.

Meng Donglai, who had been prepared for a long time, naturally wouldn't let today's matter pass in such a muddle-headed way: "Don't say no, I'm just like this. I don't like judging cases in a muddle. Punishment, what justice is there in this world? My parents taught me when they were alive that distinguishing between right and wrong, good and evil is a basic quality for a person, so He Yuzhu must not be blamed for stealing a chicken today."

Only then did everyone remember that Meng Donglai's parents were police officers and heroes who died in the line of duty.

(End of this chapter)