One hour later, all the blue silver stones had been dug up by Wesley and his companion, filling seven or eight large sacks.
"Hehe, haha!"
Looking at so many blue silver stones, Wesley grinned foolishly, looking exactly like the simple-minded son of a landlord.
"Dog Wesley, can you stop laughing?"
"That look on your face, seriously!"
Billy was covered in sweat; in order to dig up these blue silver stones, he had already broken several iron shovels.
"Fatty, even close brothers must settle accounts clearly. There are eight sacks of blue silver stones in total; let's split them evenly!"
Hearing Wesley say this, Billy smiled; this was quite a fortune!
However, Wesley's next words gave Billy the urge to strangle him.
"Fatty, I take five, you take three; this split should be very reasonable!"
'Reasonable, my foot! Is it you, Wesley, who can't count, or is it me, Billy, who can't count! Is this an even split? This is blatant exploitation!'
