She looked around to make sure no one noticed her, then He Xiuer quickly dropped the silver wrapped in oilcloth where Zhao Ermu must pass, and then ran to the other side of the village chief as if nothing had happened.

Zhao Ermu put his hands behind his back and walked forward slowly as if he were going shopping.

Suddenly, something kicked under his feet.

I looked down and saw that it was a bulging oilcloth bag.

Zhao Ermu rolled his eyes, moved quickly, and used his body to block the oilcloth bag on the ground.

Then, he cleared his throat and deliberately said loudly: "Ouch, why are my legs numb."

After saying that, while the villagers were not paying attention, he hurriedly knelt down, grabbed the oilcloth bag in his hand, and put it into his arms at lightning speed.

Little did he know that all his actions were watched by the village chief and He Xiuer.

Excitement and tacit understanding flashed in the eyes of the two people, and then a look of eagerness appeared on their faces.

The time has not come yet, so they hold back for the time being.

When Zhao Yimu handed over the money and was about to leave, He Xiuer suddenly screamed and said in a panic: "Oh no, the money that the villagers handed over before has disappeared."

The village chief then shouted: "What, how could you lose the tax money? The county will send someone to pick it up right away. If we can't hand it over, the county will kill us."

The villagers also began to get into a mess, and the chaos was mixed with all kinds of curses and accusations.

"We gave you the money, but you lost it. If the county magistrate blames us later, will he still implicate us?"

"You are our village chief, how can you be so inactive?"

"Village chief, you must give us an explanation for this matter, otherwise we will file a blood letter to the county government and ask the county magistrate to punish you."

……

After hearing these words, He Xiuer realized that the consequences mentioned by the village chief were a bit mild. Once her embezzlement of tax money was exposed, these villagers alone would not let her go.

She bit her lower lip hard, trying not to tremble in fear.

Taking a deep breath, according to the previous plan, she stepped forward, blocked in front of the village chief, and said coldly: "Everyone, the money is in my pocket. Maybe I accidentally dropped it on the ground when I was talking to you just now. , can everyone help me find it, or tell whoever finds it to return the money as soon as possible."

The villagers hurriedly lowered their heads to search. While searching, they said to the people behind them: "Look for it quickly. This is not a trivial matter. If the tax money is really lost, we will all suffer."

The person with a clear voice also shouted loudly: "People waiting in line at the back, listen, quickly lower your heads and look for any money on the ground. That is our tax money. Don't pick it up randomly. If you find it, return it as soon as possible."

He Xiuer quickly glanced at Zhao Ermu, who was slightly flustered, and then looked away, reminding him from the side: "Brother Luo, I wrapped the tax money in oilcloth. You can ask everyone to pay attention to it."

Rowan immediately changed his tune and yelled again.

Everyone was looking for the oilcloth bag with their heads down, even Zhao Yimu was looking for it. When he found Zhao Ermu, he asked him: "Have you seen it?"

Zhao Ermu didn't know what was inside the oilcloth at first, but he had a bad habit of taking advantage of it, so he picked it up without looking at it. It was white after all.

After knowing that the bread in oil was silver, he didn't want to hand it over even more.

As for the bad things they said, Zhao Ermu didn't take it to heart at all.

He believed that the tax money had been paid anyway, and if it was lost, it was the village chief's family's business and had nothing to do with them.

After searching for a long time, I found nothing.

The villagers began to turn on the village chief again.

However, the village chief was even calmer than before, and even gave people the feeling that he was determined to win.

He Xiuer curled her lips secretly and said calmly: "Everyone, I can confirm that the silver was thrown on this road. If you don't see it on the ground, it must have been picked up by one of you."

The village chief then said: "I will give you one last chance to hand over the lost tax money. If you don't, it will change its nature if I find out. To be honest, it will be considered as stolen by you."

Zhao Ermu was indifferent. He thought that as long as he didn't stand up, the village chief would be unable to do anything to him. Even if it was eventually found out, he could still say that the oilcloth bag was his own.

He Xiuer had already guessed his psychological activities and calculated that he would definitely not hand over the money.

Only then was I completely relieved.

She glanced at the village chief. After receiving it, the village chief slammed the table angrily, "If you don't drink the toast, you'll have to drink it as a fine. Since you don't take the initiative to hand it over, no one can leave today. I'll search you personally and come back in a hurry." The family members will come forward, and as long as I finish searching you and make sure you haven't evaded taxes, you can leave."

This was also said to Zhao Ermu.

Zhao Ermu was not in a hurry. He had a guilty conscience and originally thought of waiting in the back of the queue. After the village chief had finished searching the people in front, he might not be so serious when he came here.

However, Zhao Yimu pulled him forward without any explanation, "Our father is still waiting for our reply. Let the village chief finish getting married quickly so that we can go back."

Who dared to compete with the Zhao family for a seat? When Zhao Yimu used his height and body shape to squeeze into the front row, no one dared to say a word. At most, they ran to the back and glared at his back.

Zhao Ermu was forced to stand in the second row, his heart pounding.

The oilcloth bag would definitely be found, so he warned himself over and over in his mind that it was his own money, not tax money.

It's a pity that he hasn't had time to talk to Zhao Yimu yet.

In case Zhao Yimu spilled the beans, Zhao Ermu slapped his cheek and decided to use his hidden private money to get through.

The village chief only did a cursory search of Zhao Yimu's body. When it was Zhao Ermu's turn, he gathered all his energy and searched carefully bit by bit, not missing any corner.

In the meantime, he accidentally touched Zhao Ermu's itchy flesh.

Zhao Ermu threw him away without thinking, and said coldly: "You bad old man, are you being beaten? Where are you touching him?"

"Ah, everyone, look what is this?" He Xiuer suddenly burst out with a scream.

Everyone's attention was drawn to the direction of her finger.

I saw a ball of oilcloth at Zhao Ermu's feet.

Zhao Ermu hadn't fully understood the situation yet. In front of all the villagers, he immediately picked it up again and said sternly: "What are you doing? This is my own oilcloth bag and it has nothing to do with you."

He Xiuer asked deliberately: "What is your oil-covered bread?"

Zhao Ermu frowned and said, "It's the money I kept privately, but it's not your tax money."

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