Zhao Erlang angrily retorted, "You don't count the weight of a rope, but you count the weight of the copper powder lost by people touching it? You're the one robbing money, right?"
Zhao Hu was incredulous, the fool Zhao Erlang turned out to be this shrewd, leaving him speechless for a moment before he found his voice, "You, your brain is fixed?"
Zhao Zheng couldn't help but place a hand on his forehead.
Zhao Erlang's face was red to the point of bleeding, his nose tingled, and he shouted loudly with red eyes, "There's nothing wrong with my brain!"
The two eventually parted ways rather unhappily, but Zhao Erlang insisted on using the scale to calculate the money. This indeed saved a lot of manpower; instead of counting the money string by string, directly weighing it on the scale took less than a quarter of an hour to finish weighing the four hundred and seventy thousand coins Zhao Hu brought.
