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..."
