"Who the hell stole my money?" Early in the morning, there was a sharp scream from Lin Laosan's house.
Li Cuihua sat in the middle of the courtyard. Her one hand was furiously slapping the ground, while the other was wailing in extreme anger. Her legs were flailing, and her face was distorted.
She was really angry. The money that she had hidden so well had disappeared without a trace when she woke up.
Every morning when she woke up, she would check the silvers and count them. She did the same that morning, but she realized the twenty taels of silver she had saved up were all gone.
Hearing Li Cuihua's roar, the whole family ran out in a hurry with anxious expressions. After all, the silver didn't just belong to Li Cuihua, but to their entire family.
Lin Daniu, Lin Erniu, Lin Sanniu, Lin Siniu, as well as their wives and children, all swarmed forward.
