"Second brother, the common prosperity I'm talking about might be a bit different from yours. Mine is about more work, more gain, and relative fairness, not about splitting equally per head."
Peng Yingyu replied, "Amitabha Buddha, I'm not talking about splitting equally per head either!"
"Take me for example, I can drink wine while the other monks cannot. If it were split equally per head, would I have to give a glass to those monks?"
Upon hearing this, Liu Futong laughed and said, "Quite right. The world was never fair. More work for more gain is relative fairness. Otherwise, would the Emperor's son have to farm the land alongside a farmer's son?"
Peng Yingyu said, "Alright, let's not talk about this anymore. I've enjoyed the wine today, but Jiusi, there are only two jars, and you're about to be a groom. Better not drink any more. We're almost out of wine to divide between me and Old Liu. You should hurry along."
