Transmigration: Getting Rich with My Space and Supplies

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..."

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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.

Thinking about them coming to find her late at night... she suddenly felt chilly winds blowing.

"... I will get the money right now..."

When she ran off, her appearance was as cowardly as possible.

Which caused everyone to laugh.

Rong Yan looked at those who bullied the weak but feared the strong; her face was cold, and her heart was also unheated.

Today, had the original owner been here, she would probably have been sent into the Zheng Family and faced a dead end.

Perhaps because her expression was too cold, the onlookers outside dared not speak a word.

But leave? They had not thought of leaving at this time. No matter the era, people always enjoyed watching the excitement.

Some people quite disagreed with Rong Yan’s actions. After all, in this era where filial piety was paramount... how could a niece strike her own uncle and cousin?

It really was because of Rong Yan’s overly cold expression, and a bit frightening... they also feared her bow and arrows; otherwise, these people would have spoken out long ago.

If she dared to hit even the Zheng Family’s steward, and could be ruthless to her uncle and cousin—would she be polite to them?

Let alone their talking, she might just shoot an arrow at them.

If one were shot or injured, who would they seek justice from?

Rong Zhimin was extremely frustrated inside, as not a single person dared to assist their father and son.

He was even more annoyed with his younger brothers’ families... for just abandoning their family and leaving like that; it was utterly conscienceless.

Had he not feared the girl’s bow and arrows, he would not have felt so powerless lying here now.

After that kick earlier, he understood just how strong the wretched girl’s force was; he genuinely feared that she might just shoot him with another arrow, and then he would really be off to meet King of Hell.

Rong Zhimin’s family could indeed take out 50 taels; the one hundred taels previously given by the Zheng Family was still not yet divided in his hands!

Added to what was stolen from his younger brother’s wife, it was enough.

Although the two families were a bit far away, Ms. Zhao ran and thus managed to bring the money back very quickly.

However, it pained her to give the money.

She clearly took only 20 taels, yet this wretched girl extorted 50 taels from her.

Could it be that the other 30 taels were taken by the third and fourth families?

Thinking this, she was convinced it was so.

Thus, she reached out to take back the money bag she had extended, "... Sister Yan, I really only took 20 taels, the remaining 30 must be with the third and fourth families. Go ask them for it..."

Rong Yan snatched the money bag, opened it and checked... after confirming the amount, she took it directly.

Then she sneered coldly at her, "This money is ours anyway. You say who took it, then you ask them for it, it has nothing to do with me. Now hurry up and get out of here; from now on, your families have nothing to do with my siblings and me. If you dare to come to our door again, don’t blame my arrows for being blind."

Her demeanor was icy cold, and her presence was intensely imposing, completely intimidating Ms. Zhao, who had not seen much of the world.

Of course, it also frightened those who were watching at the door.

Ms. Zhao, with a pale face, then helped her husband up, having him carry their son... and they left in a very embarrassed state.

Seeing Rong Zhimin and his family leave, the onlookers quickly hurried off.

They did not want to be hated by this girl from Rong Zhihu’s family.

In the end, only Granny Li from next door and the recently arrived village chief remained.

Although the village chief had just arrived, he was aware of everything that had happened here.

He looked towards Rong Zhihu’s formidable daughter with very mixed feelings... If this were a boy, it would have been incredible.

But unfortunately, it was a girl — what a pity.