Rong Yan looked at her so-called great-aunt with a cold voice, "The 50 taels of silver snatched from my family, I give you half an hour to return the money, otherwise... half an incense stick of time later, I’ll come and break both of your son’s legs, including those of your fourth son who studies in town."
The original owner’s real father could hunt, and the original owner’s real mother was quite frugal, so it didn’t seem like the house was without even half a copper coin.
Clearly, it had been taken by these people.
Of course, she had to take the money back.
Upon hearing about the 50 taels, Ms. Zhao immediately yelled out, "Where are there 50 taels? It was only twenty taels in total."
After she finished yelling, she regretted it.
Why did she reveal that?
She could have completely denied it.
Rong Yan sneered, "My mother told me it was 50 taels, aren’t you going to return it? Fine... I’ll start by breaking his other leg right now..."
She walked towards Rong Yuping. "Don’t worry, I won’t let you heal from this injury; after your leg is broken, you won’t be lonely, because I’ll make sure your other brothers end up as cripples just like you..."
Hearing the word ’cripples,’ the originally wailing Rong Yuping suddenly became terrified.
This time he didn’t care about the pain, and he immediately shouted, "Mother, Mother... give her the money, I don’t want to lose my legs..."
Ms. Zhao was very heartbroken for her son, she couldn’t bear to see his legs broken again.
Moreover, this cursed girl wanted to break her youngest son’s legs too... her youngest son who was supposed to participate in the Scholar examinations and was destined to become a high-ranking official.
How could he fulfill that if his legs were broken?
Seeing the strength of this cursed girl, who had also inherited her father’s archery skills, who could withstand her?
Immediately, she said: "I’ll give it, I’ll give it right away..."
Rong Yan turned her head to look at her, "Is it 50 taels?"
Ms. Zhao: ...
Absolutely not!
But she couldn’t help but cry out in pain: "...Yes, it’s 50 taels, I’ll, I’ll go get it right now..."
Rong Yan looked at her expressionlessly: "You better not be late, I’m short on patience and temper right now."
Outside the courtyard, there were villagers watching, after all, the steward of the Zheng Family had brought people over, and the commotion was not small.
However, they had not come inside, but they could still clearly hear the conversation in the courtyard.
So when Rong Yan saw Ms. Zhao agree to go get the money, she carried her bow outside.
Her eyes swept over the crowd of onlookers.
Then she slowly spoke: "You all heard, right? This silver was stolen by her from my mother, it originally belonged to our family. I am merely taking it back."
To prevent this family from saying she took the corpse-selling money provided by the Zheng Family.
She would not accept that.
The crowd of onlookers: ...
They had not expected their own involvement.
However, the sight of the girl holding a bow and arrow was indeed quite frightening, at that moment she did somewhat resemble her deceased father.
Just then, someone pushed through the crowd and stepped forward.
She said loudly: "Zhilang’s family, you really are too immoral, taking so much money from Zhihu’s family, how could you still let the Zheng Family come to find Sister Yan? By doing this... aren’t you afraid that Zhihu and his wife might come looking for you to settle the score late at night? The couple hasn’t even been dead for seven days!"
Ms. Zhao’s face immediately turned a few shades paler.
This situation... there really is a possibility, after all, their second son and his wife do love that wretched girl the most.
He was even more annoyed with his younger brothers’ families... for just abandoning their family and leaving like that; it was utterly conscienceless.

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