"Uncle Chief said that I shouldn't stand on ceremony with you, so you shouldn't do the same with me either."
Zhuang Qingning laughed, "When I just got back, saw a lot of lime had been scattered in the pit. Do you plan to get to work?"
"Hmm." Zhuang Qingning nodded, "Dayong has already started. There were many weeds and small trees growing in the pit, so we burned them with lime to prevent the roots from sprouting again and damaging the floor. I guess in two or three days we will start transporting the soil."
"I really appreciate Uncle Chief's hard work, even with this iron pot. How much silver should I pay now? I'll give it to Uncle Chief first. I can't let you keep covering the costs for me."
While Zhuang Qingning was speaking, she took out a money bag to count the silver.
"It's not a lot of money, all things considered it might be fine to pay back later..."
