"Exactly. He acts like it belongs to his family. Haven't you noticed? Ma Fei eats a dozen or so Little Vermilion Fruits a year, one every month.
"And us? We're lucky to get two or three a year.
"And we have to earn merit for them. No merit, no fruit," Zhan Biao said indignantly.
"But the previous stronghold chief only told him. None of us knows where the Little Vermilion Fruits are hidden," Luo Li said.
"Everyone, I, Sun Hongqing, would never be as selfish as him. Once I become chief, we'll share our food and clothes.
"We'll pick the Little Vermilion Fruits right away and let everyone eat their fill.
"Everyone will advance and become an expert. Then our stronghold will be even stronger.
"We'll be able to plunder more valuables. With silver in our pockets, we can live free and easy in Red River City.
"Feast on fine food and drink, sleep with beautiful women, and live the good life," Sun Hongqing said.
"Exactly! That bastard Ma Yao has the stronghold's rules on his lips all day long.
"We can't hurt anyone when we rob them, and we can't rob the big merchants. He says he's afraid it'll cause trouble and bring the government troops down on us.
"What do we have to fear? With terrain like ours at Liangzi Stronghold, who could fight their way up once we seal the gates?
"Besides, strongholds like ours are everywhere in the Chu Kingdom. As long as we don't rebel, the Imperial Court can't be bothered with us.
"Ma Yao's too timid, afraid of tigers ahead and wolves behind.
"Look how bitter our lives have been all these years. Even a meal of meat or a bottle of wine is hard to come by. We live worse than beggars," Zhan