The fatty shuffled his rear end outward, clearly intending to leave, when Old Hu's hand shot out like lightning and caught the tail of the fatty's clothes. "We borrowed it together, nobody gets to default on the debt, it's split four ways!"
"Knock it off!"
The fatty bellowed, "How much can a meal possibly cost me? With two taels of silver, I could get a whole table of fine dishes, and even if it's split, five coins of silver would let me eat for more than ten days—this is too expensive! You borrowed it, you pay for it yourself!"
"Silver's hard to earn... Just when we were figuring out how to split the channels, we didn't even make a hair's profit, yet now we have to pay up first," the young man sighed.
Little Two, who was enjoying the show, couldn't help but laugh. "Gentlemen, for you, isn't earning silver just a matter of a couple of trips? Unlike me, slaving away for a whole month, just to earn two coins of silver."
