These words were not written with a pen, but with charcoal. The charcoal powder covered up many of the numbers, making the account unclear.
I think he wrote in a hurry and didn't bother to turn the pages, so he wrote directly on the account book.
Could it be that this was written by Xia Dingshan before his death
The one who went to deliver the tiles with Xia Dingshan at that time was Xia Dinghai, and this "brother" was Xia Dinghai!
Xia Dingshan was indeed killed by Xia Dinghai!
Xia Qianqian was anxious and angry, with a myriad of emotions surging in her chest. How could this be possible? For that little bit of family property, she murdered her own brother!
"Qianqian, what's wrong with you?" Qin Xue realized something was wrong and asked.
Xia Qianqian looked at Qin Xue. Her beautiful features were gentle and delicate in the sunlight. She used to be a man's favorite. But all of this was destroyed by Xia Dinghai.
"Mother..."
Xia Qianqian choked up. At this moment, she wished she could bring Xia Dinghai to justice immediately.
However, the account book left by Xia Dingshan was far from enough. She had no way to prove that those charcoal characters were Xia Dingshan's.
"Qianqian, why are you crying?" Qin Xue panicked. This was the first time she saw her eldest daughter cry.
"I didn't." Xia Qianqian clenched her fists tightly. Xia Dinghai, just wait, I will definitely bring you to justice!
Qin Xue said, "Do you miss Yu'er? Actually, Yu'er is very capable of taking care of herself, so you don't have to worry. The private school will be closed the day after tomorrow, so Yu'er can go home."
Xia Qianqian couldn't explain, nor did she want to explain, so she just nodded sullenly: "Yeah."
She carefully put the account book away and decided to go to Old Xia's house to look for evidence.
Why was Second Aunt able to calm Second Uncle down? Because she knew that it was Second Uncle who killed Xia Dingshan!
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Song stood at the door, cracking melon seeds and basking in the sun.
Ever since Xia Yu was taken away, she hated Xia Qianqian. When she saw Xia Qianqian, she turned around and went into the house and closed the door.
"Second Aunt." Xia Qianqian called with a smile, "Aunt said that I can come back to Old Xia's house anytime. Why did you close the door? What's wrong? Why won't you let me in?"
Song opened the door again with a stern face.
Xia Qianqian did not go in, but stood at the bottom of the stairs and talked to Song: "Second Aunt, Shanshan is doing well in the county, and Auntie is really good to her."
"Humph!" Song snorted coldly, with a smug look in her eyes, "My Shanshan is going to stay in the county!"
"That's great. I'm really envious." Xia Qianqian pretended to flatter, "They say a daughter is a mother's little cotton-padded jacket. If a daughter is raised well, she'll be better than a son! Once a daughter gets married, she's like a stepping stone, but a boy can only guard the family business and work hard without complaint."
Song liked to hear this. If her daughter married in the county town in the future, wouldn't she be more glorious than the two sons of the third family
At this time, Yang came out of the house. Song said loudly: "Isn't it true? How can a daughter be worse than a son? Once you step on the springboard, a sparrow will turn into a phoenix. But some people don't understand and think they are very honored to have a son."
Yang's face darkened and she was angry: "Second sister-in-law, who are you talking about?"
"I didn't say anyone. I was talking to Xia Qianqian!" Song hummed, feeling very happy.
When Yang heard that Xia Qianqian was also there, she hurried out with a smile on her face: "Hey, Qianqian is home? Come in and sit down."
"Aunt San." Xia Qianqian smiled and asked, "Is my uncle still working in the kiln?"
"Yes, our family has had some small business recently, and he's been very busy. He's been going out early and coming back late, and it's really tiring. Your third uncle is a hard worker." Yang rolled her eyes at Song.
(End of this chapter)