Poor Man Removes His Lawn and Discovers His Entire Yard Is Covered in Dollars — Story of the Day

Steven finally replaces his lawn. He discovers cash under the turf. Steven dreams of a world filled with wealth and luxury, but he is forced to flee when other people try to get his money.

“I shouldn’t have joined the Homeowner’s Association,” Steven muttered as he sliced his patchy lawn into strips.

Steven worked long hours. As he began to remove the soil, Steven found something unusual.

“What’s this layer of plastic doing here?” Steven exclaimed.

Steven pulled at the corner of sheet, and fell onto his bum in amazement. Under the plastic, there were stacks of dollars bills.

Steven whispered, “Holy moley,” as he looked out over the vast expanse of his yard.

Steven began to stuff the money in a bag of trash, but a strong wind blew the bills into the air. Steven ran to the bills and caught them.

“Wowee! What do you think I’m looking at?

Steven’s throat was seized by his heart. Billy, his neighbor, leant on the picket fencing that separates their yards.

Billy, don’t let anyone know about it. Steven quickly gathered the cash.

“I ain’t no gossip, Steve.” Billy raised both hands while pulling an innocent look.

Steven then drove the following day to the local police station in order to officially claim the object. The officer entered the station standing.

“Here’s our lucky guy!” Wilson grinned at him.

Steven shaken his head. Billy was not that good at keeping secrets! It’s true, I have to file some forms before I can receive the money.

Hold on, Wilson. “I hate to dampen down Mr. Johnson’s luck, but this money isn’t his.”

Steve turned. Bryan was one of his most hated HOA members. He grunted and clenched as he saw him.

What do you mean Mr. Smith?” Wilson was smirking at the stranger.

You know Davis who was there before Steve lived in a gang? Bryan glanced at Wilson and then Steve.

Wilson frowned. Wilson frowned.

Bryan stated that “They were afraid to fight him while he was still alive and it wasn’t worth the effort after his death.”

But only he was aware of the money I had in my safe. The next thing I know, the money is gone. Until now.”

The gangster that owned my home stole your money, and then hid it underneath his lawn. What can you do to prove this? Steven asked.

Bryan arched eyebrows. Bryan arched his eyebrows.

Wilson pulled the face. We’ll need to look into it, Mr. Johnson. “You must keep the money until this matter is resolved.”

You’ve got to be kidding! Steven placed his palm on the desk. This man comes into the office with a story of gangsters stealing money. Are you going to just take his word for it?

“I’m sorry, Mr. Johnson, but we’ve got to follow protocol,” Wilson said. “You’ve got until the end of the day to bring in that money.”

Steven was glaring at Wilson, and Bryan. He knew it was absurd, but didn’t wish to be in any trouble with the cops.

Steven snapped, “Fine. Bring the money to me today.”

Steven entered his car. Then he threw a fit and grabbed a money bag from behind the seat. He’d planned to use the cash to turn his dilapidated house into a home suitable for raising a family. He couldn’t let go of that dream so easily.

“This money belongs to me, fair and square, and I won’t give it up.”

Steven’s only option to keep his money seemed to be leaving town.

Steven made a complex detour in the suburbs, until he arrived at the exit ramp. He then turned around and swerved into the traffic to miss the police car that was parked along the side. While he was speeding away, his attention was focused on the backview mirror and not on the road. He ran the red light without realizing it.

Steven was able to avoid the collision by swerving just in time. A siren wailed. Steven glanced in his direction just as the police car lights started to come on. He pressed the accelerator.

Steven pulled his car into an undercover mall parking lot, grabbed two money bags in each of his hands, and ran into the darkness. Then he ran until he got to the next road and stopped when a police vehicle drove by.

He muttered, “They are everywhere.” The only way to get out of the situation was to go into hiding.

His attention was caught by the neon lights on a hotel sign. The motel’s office was just across the street. He dodged traffic and dashed in.

He demanded, “Give me an overnight room.” “I will pay cash and give you a large tip so that my name doesn’t appear in the register.”

Steven locked the door of his motel room after he entered it. He didn’t want anyone to know the room was occupied, so he used the torch on his phone to look around the room.

Steven stared down at his mobile phone. The lock screen showed a picture of the cabin nestled between tall fir trees where he’d stayed on his last camping trip. Steven called for help as soon as he saw that picture.

“Jarred!” Steven exclaimed. “I need you to help me. I’m in a serious situation.”

What’s wrong with Mr. Do No Wrong Steven? Jarred laughed. “What’s wrong?”

Steven tried to explain everything, and Jarred begged for his help.

“Luckily you came to the right person,” Jarred replied. “I can solve your problem, so long as you show me the proper appreciation afterward.”

Steven, sitting on the driver’s seat in Jarred’s truck that day, was holding his hands.

Are you sure how the situation will unfold? Jarred looked at Steven.

Steven nodded. Jarred hit him in the shoulder, and then turned to a parking lot undercover. Steven and Jarred both climbed out when Jarred parked right next to Steven.

Jarred had a plan. Steven got into his vehicle a few minutes after that.

“I’m scared, Jarred.” Steven turned around to see his friend from the window of their car.

Jarred grinned at him. “Yes, you do. But you’re also doing what is right for you.” Jarred smirked at him. Jarred grinned at him.

Steven had driven around the town for five rounds before he saw a car of police driving at an intersection.

“Finally!” Steven sighed. Steven sighed.

Steven raced after the patrol car as soon as the lights turned green. The police car was chased over a mountain and another intersection. The flash of the lights and the sirens accompanies him as he closes in.

“Good day, Officer.” Steven grinned in the direction of the policeman who had approached him after he’d pulled over.

She looked at Steven briefly, and then called out to her colleague. Steven was eager to hear the conversation between her and her partner.

“I’m going to need you to step out of the vehicle.” The first officer said when she returned to the car. The first officer said, “You are a wanted person and I will place you under arrest!”

Steven stood outside the vehicle with his arms in the sky while the second cop searched the vehicle.

The second officer exclaimed, “This is exactly what we’re searching for!” “This is what we’re looking for!” exclaimed the second officer when he lifted one of the bags in the backseat. He turned his eyes to Steven a few moments later.

“This is all counterfeit. What have you done with the real money?”

The money in the second cop’s hand can’t be fake. Steven angled his head in order to see the money held by the second policeman. You mean to say I did this all for fake money?” “You mean to tell me that all of this money is worthless?”

The answer is “Mister, it would appear that way.”

Steven spent three days in police custody, but because they were unable to charge Steven with any crime, they let him go. Jarred was there to greet Steven when he returned.

Jarred told Jarred as they left: “Not everyone could have done what you did.”

I had no other choice. Steven shrugged. No matter how well I had hid, the police would eventually have found me.

You won’t have to hide anymore. Jarred smirked. Jarred grinned.

Jarred took them directly to his motel. Jarred went under the bed to pull out the trash bags.

Jarred replied: “Here you have your true treasure.” It’s safe and sound. Just as I promised.

“My new world begins right now!” Steven flung a few dollars into the air after opening the bag. The life was great, until a loud knock on the door.

Jarred walked up to the front door and said “it must be my takeout.” Steven folded all of the cash and unlocked the front door after he had done so.

Jarred was thrown into a tizzy when Jarred saw the force with which Jarred’s door had been pushed. A man then pushed his way in, and another. The third man slipped behind the first two and closed the door.

What are you doing? Steven shouted.

Claim what is mine. The third man turned around and pointed his gun at him.

I’m going to get the money back that Davis took for me. The man smirked. The man grinned.

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