Today, it had unexpectedly come in handy.
"Although it's not a lot of money, it'd be a pity to throw it away."
"If I gave it directly to the wife, there was a recent death here, and if investigated, the wife couldn't withstand the scrutiny and might divulge secrets. Not only would we not get any money, but it would also bring disaster, harming the wife."
"I'll hide it here and wait until the tile loosens a little. In a few days, it's going to be the autumn and winter season, the north wind will start blowing, and as long as the wind is strong enough, it will stir the thatch over there and cause this tile to fall, and the money will naturally land in front of the wife."
"By then, the times will have changed, and even if someone finds it, they will think it was my own stash of hidden money, and it would not be linked at all to this old bastard."
He stood in the yard, looking tenderly at the house next door.
