Perhaps knowing he doesn't look good, the man bent his body slightly to appear less threatening. However, the smile on his face was quite forced, indicating that he seldom smiles normally.
"Are the two of you here to buy wine?" the man asked blandly, without any enthusiasm.
"How do you sell your wine?" Lu Zheng took the initiative to ask.
"I have three types of wine: One Mile Fragrance at ten cents per jin, Shili Fragrance at thirty cents per jin, and Hundred Miles Fragrance at eighty cents per jin."
The names were quite simple. One Mile Fragrance was priced like ordinary wine, a bit more expensive than the lowest grade village brew, and even though Hundred Miles Fragrance had an impressive name, it was cheaper than the fine wine in the large restaurants.
"May this old man have a taste?" Qi Fengyun asked with a cheerful smile.
"Sure," the man nodded, picking up a small three-jin jar from the table and a bowl.
