"Keep the silver notes on you," Chu Fan said. "We'll split the gold and silver into two big chests. We'll each carry one!"
Zhao Tianxing pointed at the pile of copper coins. "What about these copper coins?"
"One thousand coins weigh about thirteen pounds. There are several hundred thousand coins here, which is four or five thousand pounds!" Chu Fan shook his head. "It's only worth a few hundred taels of silver. Let's not get greedy for this little bit—we can't carry it, and we don't have time to move it."
Although their Qi and blood were strong, allowing them to carry several hundred pounds and run as if flying, they still couldn't haul several thousand pounds of copper coins over mountains and across ridges.
The two quickly began packing.
The silver notes were tucked inside their clothes.
The gold bars and silver ingots were split between two chests.
Even the coin purses they had looted from the corpses were stuffed into the chests.
"Let's go!"
