Zhou Wulang is now very skilled at arithmetic; he can slowly use an abacus to calculate accounts clearly, but obviously, the laborers aren't capable of doing it.
Even their foreman is not very competent at it.
Zhou Wulang clattered as he took strings of money from the basket and stuffed them into the foreman's hands. The foreman, after a brief stupor, weakened and sat down directly on the ground.
They carefully calculated in their minds and found that they really couldn't figure it out, so they hastily stuffed the copper coins back into Zhou Wulang's arms, and with a bitter face, said, "Fifth Brother, Brother Zhou Wu, we can't work it out. How about you distribute it to us one by one?"
The other laborers also stared at the copper coins, their eyes sparkling, nodding repeatedly.
Once given to the foreman, it would still need to be redistributed, compared to receiving it directly on the spot.
