The Death of Old Master Bian

"Shoo, shoo, shoo! This is to prolong our father's life! How can you have a share! Besides, how dare you ask for a share when you contributed so little money! You can't even get ginseng dust with that bit of money!" Bian Guo said disdainfully.

Bian Cui and Bian Xiang gripped the ginseng box tightly and said, "In any case, we've also contributed money! Even a small piece is good enough for us! I hear that even a fingernail-sized piece of the Xia family's ginseng can save a person from the verge of death! I don't care! The two of us must get a share!"

Bian Guo could not stand their nagging anymore. He took out a knife and carefully cut off the smallest ginseng root and said, "The two of you can share this one. The rest is for Father!"