Transmigration: Getting Rich with My Space and Supplies

Rong Zhimin and several of his brothers were all waiting.

Especially the ones from the third brother’s family, they had a son who had followed them up the mountain, and under no circumstances could anything go wrong with him.

Someone with sharp eyes spotted the bedraggled group as they descended, "They’re back, they’re back..."

The crowd immediately looked over and saw their miserable states... some had even lost their shoes.

Some had their clothes ripped and torn.

They had looked respectable going up the mountain.

By the time they came down, they looked like beggars.

What on earth had happened?

"Dad, the, the mountain has a tiger..." Rong Yuqing had at least grown up as a village child, so his strength was definitely better than that of the house servants.

He was running at the forefront.

When Rong Zhiliang and his wife heard what their eldest son said, they were startled into a cold sweat.

Before they could say anything, they saw a house servant carrying the steward back.

The steward was both frightened and in pain; he couldn’t care less about anything else now.

He immediately had the house servants take him away... he feared that if he left a moment later, his leg would be ruined.

However, before he left, he remembered something.

He looked grimly at Rong Zhimin, "That one hundred taels of silver, do you not intend to return it?"

If this silver wasn’t taken back, the Old Master would probably send him over again.

This godforsaken place... he didn’t want to come here ever again.

When Rong Zhimin heard about returning the silver, his face froze for a moment, "Zhou, Housekeeper Zhou, my niece took fifty taels of that silver..."

That was the excuse he could think of; after all, there was a tiger on the mountain, and that damned girl had taken her brother up there. Even if she had any ability, for all he knew, the tiger might have eaten them by now.

In a situation without proof of death, naturally, the living had the final say.

Rong Zhiliang and Rong Zhicheng were shocked to hear their eldest brother’s words... they couldn’t restrain the expressions on their faces for a moment.

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It wasn’t until Rong Zhimin turned his head to ask the two of them, "Third brother, fourth brother, wasn’t it Yan who took the fifty taels?"

His meaning couldn’t be clearer.

Fifty taels was a lot of money for these farming families.

They naturally nodded, "Yes, she took fifty taels..."

Just then, Granny Li stepped out from the crowd, "Zhimin, are you three brothers without shame? That fifty taels was stolen from Yan’s mother by you, and what she took was her own parents’ money. The whole village and the village chief can bear witness to that, we all heard it back then."

The onlooking villagers...

We don’t want to be the witnesses.

Each one either shrank back or hung their heads low.

Granny Li was furious when she saw them like this.

"Think about it, when Rong Zhihu was around, he drove away the wolves from the mountain with his bare strength, and many of you have benefited from Rong Zhihu in one way or another. Now that he’s gone, you can’t even bear witness? You people... need to have a conscience..."

Everyone’s expression stiffened.

That’s when the village chief stood up, "Yan took the money her aunt stole from her mother’s hands; this was admitted by Rong Zhimin’s wife herself before. If this matter goes to court, I can bear witness."

He didn’t believe that Yan and her brother were just dead like that.

Or perhaps he had found his conscience!

When he, the village chief, stood up and gave testimony, others gradually followed suit with their own witness statements.

This made Rong Zhimin and his brothers furious.

The steward only thought of leaving as soon as possible.

Furthermore, he truly believed that the siblings must have been eaten by the mountain tiger by now.

So, impatient to waste any more time here, he was eager to go back and get his leg treated!

"Rong Zhimin, the silver was entrusted to you, so hurry up and bring it here. Otherwise, I will take you all to the government office right now... and accuse you of swindling wealth."

Rong Zhimin’s face changed immediately.

For ordinary people like them, the most dreaded place was the government office.

"Child’s mother, go get the silver..."

Mrs. Fang panicked, "But it’s not enough!"

They were still thirty taels short! Even deducting those five taels, that still left a deficit of twenty-five taels.

Where could their family possibly find so much silver?

Rong Zhimin looked towards his younger brothers, "Third brother, fourth brother, our family must come up with ten taels of the remaining thirty."

Rong Zhiliang’s face was grim, "Where do we have ten taels?"

Rong Zhicheng also looked displeased, "Exactly, my family has at most one tael of silver."

Why should they have to contribute ten taels for money that his sister-in-law took?

Moreover, if Rong Yan hadn’t divulged this affair, neither of their families would’ve known that the sister-in-law had stolen so much silver from the second sister-in-law.

If this matter hadn’t come to light, would his sister-in-law have kept those fifty taels of silver for herself?

Now, they wanted to include their two families in compensating the silver.

"If you don’t come up with the silver, then we’ll all go to jail together, because I certainly don’t have thirty taels," Rong Zhimin said with a dark expression.

His face bore the look of someone who, if he was going to suffer, wouldn’t let others live comfortably either.

"But where do we get that much silver from?" Rong Zhiliang and Rong Zhicheng were infuriated.

This whole debacle resulted in no benefits for them, and now they apparently had to fork over ten taels of silver.

They couldn’t save up ten taels in a year even if they neither ate nor drank!

Both families wore faces of utter despair.

The housekeeper was in excruciating pain in his leg. He pointed to two house servants, "You, and you, wait here for the silver, then you can return."

The two house servants he pointed to were born in the house and bound by dead contracts. They were the kind who wouldn’t dare to run away even if they managed to lay hands on one hundred taels of silver.

The designated house servants acknowledged the command and stayed behind.

The manager then left with the other servants...

The faces of the three Rong brothers were almost oozing bitterness.

They absolutely had to pay back the silver.

It all came down to that wretched girl... Why couldn’t she have just contentedly become a concubine?

None of their three families had that much silver, and they certainly couldn’t borrow such an amount.

In the end, they had no choice but to sell several plots of land from their homes... That was how they managed to make up the missing silver.

Because of this, the three families became enemies and no longer cared about saving face...

On the other side, Housekeeper Zhou, with his broken leg, was brought before Old Master Zheng by the servants.

He wept bitterly, "Master! The Rong siblings have fled to the mountains, we went after them but encountered a tiger, and I’ve broken my leg..."

Old Master Zheng’s face darkened, "Are you certain that the siblings went to the mountains?"

"Master, I’m certain. I asked people in the village, and they all saw the siblings running to the mountains, and even more, the three Rong families who went after them were shot by Rong Yan with three arrows - their legs are all bloodied!"

Even if they hadn’t died, such a ferocious woman could not be allowed back in the house. Wouldn’t letting her in be like placing a knife to one’s own throat?

Such thoughts occurred to Old Master Zheng at that moment as well.

It seemed that even if the woman survived... unless her hands and feet were crippled, he would not dare let her near.

After all, he valued his own life more than such a woman’s charms.

"Well then, since the girl is so insensible, let her be. But the Rong Family dares to deceive me like this, it cannot end here. Otherwise, where would the Zheng Family’s face go?"

"Doesn’t that Rong Zhimin have a son studying at a private school in the town? Go, find someone to break one of his hands."

What business do paupers have studying? Don’t even give them a chance to rise.

If anyone’s to blame, it’s that vile woman’s insensibility.

She wouldn’t even deign to be a humble concubine... Does she feel that’s beneath her?

Heh...