Liangzhou City on the Jiangnan Road is renowned for its strong liquor.
In fact, every place has its famous wine. Regarding this city, which was elevated above others due to a single comment from the late emperor, most of the country's tavern owners secretly look down upon it, considering it lucky for having such an undeserved reputation, often dismissing it as a stroke of luck that doesn't merit attention.
Yet, no matter how disdainful their words are, they can't help but hope for such luck to fall upon them someday.
The tavern outside Dragon Cliff State City has been open for thirty years, and its shopkeeper, Lu Sancai, has grown from a hairy-lipped youth into a steady, sincere middle-aged man. The stubbornness he mumbled in his youth has gradually faded.
Living for so many years has taught him something: there are unreasonable strokes of fortune in the world, and it's best to appreciate them rather than burn with jealousy. It's better to focus on one's own humble affairs.
