"With that, she took out a tael of silver, "Uncle Dayong, this is for the materials and labor cost of the chair too."
"Hey, girl, are you belittling me? Who is with whom here? For you to ask me for help with something, and for me to ask for money from you, wouldn't that get me killed by your granduncle? Don't cause me trouble." As he spoke, Yang Dayong waved his hands repeatedly.
"Uncle Dayong, you must accept this money. I may need to ask for your help with even more things in the future. Are you going to refuse payment for all of them? Making things takes a lot of wood and your time. With that time, you could be doing so many other things. You must take this money!"
Ye Zi'an added, "Yes, Uncle Dayong. If you don't take it, Xiaxia won't feel right asking you to make things for her in the future."
Seeing the two of them urging him together, Yang Dayong felt somewhat embarrassed. After thinking it over, he said, "Fine, I'll take the money, but it's too much."
