Ji Dashan hesitated a bit and said, "Let's just forget it. We've already asked for an extra 300 taels last time, and it's only been a few days since then. To ask for more now..."
Lady Ding snorted coldly, "I told you that you're too naive. Eight hundred taels of silver is enough to feed a beggar! Look at us, we only bought a few things and we've already spent all our money. If you don't go ask the Wang Family, how will we get by in the future? Besides, it's better to ask for the money sooner rather than later. Perhaps they will still care about you now, but after some time, they might just forget about you and getting the money back will be even more difficult!"
In these past few days, Ji Dashan had been living in a dream-like state. Now, after listening to Lady Ding's words and thinking about how he could probably ask for some money that would suffice for a more comfortable life, his heart began to waver. Even his usual concern for his dignity and face seemed less important.