Lu San walked up to a table near the city gate, holding some broken silver in his hand. Sitting at the table was a middle-aged man with a sharp chin and sunken cheeks, resembling a legal advisor yet also like a bookkeeper.
Lu San said with a pleasing smile, "Mr. Liao, they said it's four people, twenty coins. The change, please."
"Change? What change? This little bit of silver also needs to be returned? Let them pass."
"But what if they ask for change?"
"Their horses need to be considered as well. The rest will be considered as the horses' fee."
"..." Lu San's face twitched, he turned back, wanting to spit out a few curses, but he lacked the courage. Thus, he called out to Yu Hao and the others, "Mr. Liao says your horses are also charged, the rest is the horses' fee. Go on, go on, hurry up. Next in line!"
Qu Tan'er was somewhat speechless.
She heard their conversation loud and clear just now.
