Chapter 85: Shang Yi (1)

During the Chinese New Year, although Shang Jinghua knew that the two younger brothers were dissatisfied with him, for the sake of the old man who had just passed away, he let them in. However, he didn't expect these two to do such a sneaky trick to harm him. Now that Shang Jinghua found out, it would be a slap in the face if he still let them in.

Shang Jinghua opened the door and scolded Old Zhang first: "Do you just open the gate to anyone who wants to get inside? What if something went missing in the house?"

Shang Jingzhong's hypocritical smile froze in an instant before he could squeeze it out. He glanced at Shang Jinghua in disgust: "Brother, what do you mean by that? Do you treat me and the third brother as thieves?"

Shang Jinghua swept his eyes to the ground and saw that he happened to be standing on the tile with buried ashes. He said without a smile: "I'm not just worried about losing things at home, I am also worried that you might drop something."

Shang Jingzhong and Shang Jingtian looked at each other and simply muttered in their hearts. They really couldn't find words to refute him. However, the filth that was buried in the yard nor the talisman pasted under cannot be considered harmful. The paperman under the bed can hurt people, but because the time was short, it cannot harm people. If these things were destroyed, both Shang Jingzhong and Shang Jingtian won't feel bad. On the other hand, they learned that Shang Jinghua had discovered their hands and feet.

It was purely a coincidence that they came here this time. The old man with a beard was the junior brother of Master Yang Jinhai they invited. He happened to come from Lu Province. Yang Jinhai was very proud of the paperman he made, so he wanted to take him to see what he was capable of. And also, to see if the old man with a beard can add some more tricks.

When Yang Jinhai saw Shang Jinghua's attitude, he knew that their plan has been exposed. But he didn't get anxious. Instead, he pushed away Shang Jingzhong and walked in: "You are Jinghua, I'm an old friend of your father. I heard bad news as soon as I got home from abroad, so I asked Jingzhong and Jingtian to bring me over to pay homage to the old man."

Shang Jingtian followed closely and said: "Brother, you may not know Yang Jinhai. When father was still alive, he often invited Mr. Yang to our house to drink tea."

Shang Jingzhong snorted and said slightly sarcastically, "Well, it's normal if the eldest brother doesn't know it. After all, you haven't been home for more than 10 years. You may not even know father's other friends."

"You are Yang Jinhai?" Shang Jinghua showed a mocking smile: "Before my father left, he gave me a booklet, which states his relationship with his friends. He was afraid that I wouldn't be able to recognize his friends. But I don't seem to remember Mr. Yang's name written on it?"

No need to mention Yang Jinhai, even Shang Jingzhong and Shang Jingtian can't keep the smile on their faces. But no one can tell whether the old man gave such a booklet or not. After all, since Shang Jinghua came back, the old man didn't see the two of them. He only let Shang Jinghua accompany him all day long.

Seeing that it was impossible to deceive people, Shang Jingzhong's face sank: "Why don't we brothers even have the qualifications to worship our father? This house was left by my father!"

"Father gave me this house, and now I am the owner." Shang Jinghua blocked the way and refused to give in at all: "Speaking of worshiping, I think it's more sincere if you visit him in the cemetery than coming here empty-handed."

These words were simply a slap in the face of the two of them. Shang Jingzhong saw that Shang Jinghua didn't give them face, so he no longer pretend: "You won't let me in today, right?"

"Yes!" Shang Jinghua put his arms around his chest and looked at him blankly: "Do you dare to break in?"