"This matter..." Zhuang Jingye hesitated: "We don't have much of these bean seeds. If everyone thinks like you do and wants to transport them outside, there probably wouldn't be enough for our own villagers. When people in the village ask me for bean seeds and I can't provide them, it wouldn't look good if they find out it's because of you. They would think I'm favoring certain people and I would lose my authority in the village."
"I understand it puts you in a difficult position, Uncle Chief. Considering our past relationship, I hope you might provide some extra this time. I've already mentioned it to Mrs. Wang. If it can't be done, I'm afraid I'll lose face when I go back."
Zhuang Dali pleaded: "Could you be lenient this time, Uncle Chief?"