"Who is the elder brother?" He slapped the table.
"You." Calm.
"Who is it that went out and fought bloody battles?" He slapped the table again.
"You." Still calm.
"Then why do I have to ask my dad to tell my grandma to take care of you when I want to buy something?" He changed his hand and patted the table.
"Because you owe me one hundred thousand taels of silver. This is a contract of sale." He raised his eyes.
"..." Looking at the sky, "Ah, the weather is so nice."
"Yeah."