"Looking at your expression, old man, it seems you're not too willing to brew this wine, could it be that you're not making it for your own use?"
The village chief sighed, "It's being brewed for our County Lord."
Zhao Hanzhang, intrigued, squatted by the stove with him and asked, "County Magistrate Hu loves wine, does he?"
The village chief replied, "He loves it immensely, knowing that my family has this brewing skill, he often comes to get wine from us."
Zhao Hanzhang suggested, "What if you don't give it to him, what would he do?"
The village chief gave a bitter smile, "If I don't give it, not only will I lose this source of income, but the people in the village would also have to suffer with me."
Zhao Hanzhang squinted, "Is our County Magistrate Hu really so domineering?"
The village chief gave a bitter smile.
Zhao Hanzhang asked, "Do you receive any payment for making wine for him?"
