All present knew that it was Shen Qing who had killed Zhao Ba and wiped out his underlings.
At most, they were just lending a hand.
Let alone dividing thirty percent, if he were harsher, not giving them a single hair wouldn't be a problem either.
Shen Qing nodded and said, "If you have no objections, I will take it as your agreement."
He looked down at the many items piled on the ground and said, "Roughly estimating, these things could be worth about two hundred taels. Let's round it to two hundred; each of you three will get ten taels. The amount of silver is just right, so each of you take twenty taels and be off."
As he spoke, Shen Qing looked at Ouyang Tie Niu with a smile that was not quite a smile, and said with profound meaning, "Brother Ouyang, the twenty taels I promised you have been given."
Twenty taels, enough for an ordinary farming family to live on for a year.
