"Sister, why are all the things in this room gone?" Rong Jin was still in shock,
and being so young, he truly couldn’t figure it out.
"Everything has been packed away and hidden in a very secret place. Are you done on your side? Sister will come over to pack them up, and then we are leaving."
Upon hearing this, Rong Jin immediately said, "Sister, it’s all packed up, I’ve got it."
His possessions were few because much had been taken by his aunt and his third and fourth aunts.
Rong Yan glanced at his small bundle; it was well packed.
It seemed that some little boys really shouldn’t be treated as just five-year-olds.
"Alright, give it to me, and we leave now." There was nothing left worth packing.
Only insignificant things remained.
Although Rong Jin didn’t know where his sister was taking him, he was content as long as he was with her.
"Sister, I can carry it myself," he insisted, adding two more words for emphasis, "It’s light."
Seeing that his package was indeed not large, Rong Yan let him be.
She shouldered her own bag and then took the bow and arrows, "Let’s go! We’ll cross over from behind the hill."
"... Sister!" Rong Jin hesitated, "Aren’t we going to say goodbye to Granny Li and Grandpa Li?"
Rong Yan reached out and touched his head, "Let’s not. They don’t know where we are going... this way no one will trouble them."
Rong Jin quickly nodded, agreeing with his sister’s sound logic, "I’ll listen to Sister."
With the bow and arrows in one hand and the other hand holding Rong Jin’s, the siblings set out.
The door was locked behind them.
Granny Li lived next door, but there was a small distance, so when they left, Granny Li just happened to be in her own yard and didn’t come out.
And the other villagers lived even further away. Though they saw the siblings as if they were heading on a long journey, they could only watch from afar... and discuss it.
From their perspective, it was normal for the siblings to flee. After all, even if Rong Yan was capable, she was still just a girl, and all alone at that.
How could she possibly overcome the servants that the Zheng Family kept?
Furthermore, with the Zheng Family’s good relations with the government, if the government officials came, Rong Yan would have no room for resistance.
With fifty taels of silver in hand! They could live well anywhere...
Rong Zhimin and his two younger brothers lived very nearby, but their house was still a fair distance from the siblings’.
When their parents had just died, Rong Zhimin, as the eldest, took over the main house.
And he divided the good farmland, taking most for himself, leaving the rest to be shared by the third and fourth families.
The reason was simple: their parents had always been blatantly biased.
The two elders had a particularly bad relationship with Rong Zhihu, and his family had been separated long ago.
It was as if they were cast out with nothing.
After the death of the elders, the Rong brothers had another falling out... almost like severing ties completely.
Unexpectedly, when Rong Zhihu and his wife died, the three families got entangled once more.
But that was to be expected; in ancient times...siblings without parents were left helpless.
Their uncles and such became the closest family they had, naturally taking over the role of decision-makers for the siblings.

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