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Jiang Fu glared at the man who spoke and gave his wife a look before saying, “Go get the key.”

The old lady, Wang Fen, instantly understood and pretended to go back to the house to get the key, but she was stopped halfway by Jiang Gu.

“All of Grandma’s keys are on her waist, she doesn’t have to go back to the house to get them.”

After saying that, Jiang Gu reached out her small hand toward her grandma’s waist.

Wang Fen tried to catch Jiang Gu but she was small and agile. She managed to run around without getting caught.

When Jiang Gu touched the left side of her grandma’s waist, her eyes lit up. She instantly pulled out a set of keys and waved it in front of everyone.

” There’s a key to the cellar here. I saw Grandma unlock it before.” Jiang Gu’s crisp voice rang out in the crowd.

Jiang Xia nodded, feeling proud of her younger sister.

After getting her sister’s affirmation, Jiang Gu smiled happily. The hand that held the key was like it was holding a rare treasure.

On the other end of the key rope, Old Madam Jiang glared at Jiang Gu, wishing she could eat her alive.

The other members of the Jiang family also looked pale, including Jiang Hua. Everyone had assumed that it was the Jiang family that had stolen the items. If it was true, it would be so embarrassing for him.

Under everyone’s gaze, Old Madam Jiang had no choice but to take the key and open the cellar door.

The village chief held a torch and led the villagers down. A chill came from the dark cellar.

Jiang Chuan supported Zhou Lan while Jiang Xia led Jiang Gu behind the village chief.

As soon as he went down to the cellar, Jiang Xia saw that the things that were stolen from her house were piled up together.

Jiang Gu took the lead and ran over. She picked up something and used the light of the fire to search for the mark.

Jiang Gu’s eyes lit up when she saw her name. He shouted at the village chief, “Grandpa Chief, look, my name is on it!”

The village chief held the torch and saw the crooked words “Jiang Gu” under the porcelain basin. He was mad. How could someone go so far as to steal their own son’s stuff?

“Jiang Chuan, bring all your things. Let’s go up.” The village chief’s voice was filled with anger.

This was the first time he had encountered a thief in all his years as the village chief, let alone a family!

When everyone walked out of the cellar, Old Madam Jiang saw the items in Jiang Chuan’s hand and almost fainted. She was only able to stay conscious because of her husband’s support.

“Shouldn’t you give everyone an explanation? Why is Jiang Chuan’s family’s item with you?” the village chief asked coldly.

Everyone knew that it was because the Jiang family did not like Jiang Chuan. But the chief could not accept that as the reason for the theft, he wanted to hear them explain out loud.

Jiang Fu’s face was tense and flushed under the light from the fire.

The rest of the Jiang family had their heads lowered, so no one could see their expressions clearly.

“Jiang Chuan, are all the things you lost here?” The village chief pointed at the pile of things that Jiang Chuan had placed on the ground and asked.

Jiang Chuan nodded. Not only were the pots and pans here, even the small bag of food.

“You! You guys! Who said these things are yours!” Old Madam Jiang made her final comment.

Jiang Gui’s wife seemed to be unable to bear hearing how her mother-in-law would try to explain anymore and turned her head away.

“Our name is on it, grandma. Why didn’t you check it before stealing it?” Jiang Gu said sounding innocent.

These words made Jiang Gui and his father angry. Who would have thought that someone would write their name on their own things? Moreover, Jiang Gui had stolen those items in the dark. There was no way he had time to check it.

Old Madam Jiang glared at Jiang Gu and her breathing became heavier. It was obvious that she was furious.

If it wasn’t for Jiang Gu, she could have gone back to her room and pretended that she had lost her key. She wouldn’t have been caught red-handed like now.

What Wang Fen did not understand was that even if she had claimed to lose the key, the village chief would still insist on opening it. The outcome would have been the same.

“Alright! You’ll have to wait for the criticism tomorrow!” The village chief said impatiently.

Critiquing sessions were something people from this era do. They referred to making decisions on problems or dissatisfaction that other people had.

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Unlike ordinary criticism which could be done in private, critiquing sessions must be held in a prominent place and must be known by most people..