"Shrouds and burial materials?"
Uncle Chen instinctively frowned upon hearing this. "The burial material for the old lady was made from our own cypress wood. It's crafted from roller wood and is very solid. You definitely won't buy anything this good outside."
That's a refusal to lend it.
Chun Nuan had never asked to borrow anything before. When Aunt Luo brought her to explain her intentions, it was explicitly as a loan, which left her somewhat embarrassed to change her request.
"Uncle Chen, how much would it cost to buy this burial material outside, along with the shrouds? I'll pay double the price for it so that the old lady can use it. Is that feasible?"
Before Chun Nuan could speak, Zhao Minghua behind her immediately offered money.
Aunt Luo's meaning was clear to him. Since money could solve the problem, there was no need to owe any favors.
While he might lack other things, money was not one of them.
