So in the end, it was Zhao Jun who killed the Black Bear, but a third of the Bear Gall still belonged to Xing San.
Upon hearing this, Xing San shook his head. "Zhao Jun, when that Bear Gall is sold, you can have my share of the money."
"I can't accept that!" Zhao Jun understood what he meant and immediately refused. "I'm just at the Logging Camp. Getting a log of wood won't even cost me two yuan."
Xing San waved his hand dismissively. "It's not just the wood. You still have to find a carpenter..."
"Finding a carpenter doesn't cost that much money, either!" Zhao Jun said, steadying Xing San. "Even with the wood and the labor, it won't cost ten yuan. How much is one Bear Gall worth?"
At that, Xing San suddenly sighed and shook his head. "This past year, you've been the one bringing me all my food and drink..."
Xing San trailed off. He turned to glance at his dugout, then faced Zhao Jun again. He sighed, then forced a smile. "Alright, let's drop it. We can talk about it later."
