Zhao Hanzhang withdrew her gaze from the low table, looking down at County Magistrate Hu, who was limp on the wooden couch, and asked with little expression: "County Magistrate Hu, do you know Fang Lisheng from Xintian Village?"
County Magistrate Hu nodded: "I know him, does Zhao County Governor also know him? He brews excellent wine."
"Yes, it's quite exquisite. I've heard he's been brewing wine for you continually. How much do you pay per jar of wine, County Magistrate Hu?"
County Magistrate Hu drank a lot for the sake of using medicine, and at this moment, he was floating and euphoric, both exhilarated and muddle-headed, and sneered, "To be able to brew fine wine for me is his honor; why speak of payment for the wine?"
Zhao Hanzhang placed her hand on the hilt of her sword, stroking the patterns, and asked without a change in expression: "It is exactly the time to go on duty, does County Magistrate Hu often come out at this time to drink... and take medicine?"
