A foreman was driving a cart, and Zhou Wulang sat on it, fiddling with the money in his basket. In a pile of vegetable baskets, he found one that looked decent, removed the rotten leaves and placed twenty strings of coins inside.
A fairly large basket, filled to the brim with twenty strings of coins.
He thought for a moment, realizing it was not good to leave it like this in public as it could lead to misunderstandings. So he searched the cart, found a fine bag used for rice and flour, patted it clean, and transferred the copper coins inside.
The three foremen watched silently and couldn't help but ask, "Brother Zhou Wu, did you make a profit this trip?"
Zhou Wulang replied, "I don't know yet."
He sighed, "I still have to account for your food and drink expenses."
Oh, right, they had been eating the past six days.
The three foremen glanced at the pile of money in the basket, feeling much more at ease.
