At dusk, Jiujiu and her two brothers returned home. Yang Chengrong had already learned to drive the carriage, so Du Zhong stayed at Apricot Forest Hall to engage in his former work.
Handing over one thousand taels of silver notes to Yang Chaowen, Yang Mengchen said with a smile, "Uncle, this is your payment for making the boxes."
"This, this is too much, isn't it?" His hands trembling slightly as he accepted the silver notes, Yang Chaowen could hardly believe it, as it was the first time he had earned so much money.
"It's not a lot," Yang Mengchen said with a beaming smile. "Once Uncle's leg is healed, I'm going to open a furniture factory specifically for him to make new-style furniture that will be sold all over the country. By then, I guarantee that Uncle will be counting money until his hands cramp."
Yang Chaowen immediately broke into a wide grin, "Uncle can't wait for Jiujiu to open the furniture factory for me, hehe."
