[Satisfying historical fiction + brewing and farming + the mastermind behind the scenes + decisive and ruthless]
When he opened his eyes, Lin Xiu, world champion mixologist, had become a down-on-his-luck man in Great Qin's Xianyang, starving to death.
A hellish start, and next door lived a one-armed veteran who would tear people's arms off at the slightest disagreement.
Lin Xiu: ...Fine. First, let's set a modest goal: convince this future God of War to work as my bodyguard!
From then on, a mysterious tavern appeared in Xianyang.
A bowl of Fireblade Liquor made the god of slaughter Bai Qi exclaim that he would gladly lead horses and hold stirrups for the master!
A cup of Osmanthus Wine drew the First Emperor himself to visit in disguise and discuss state affairs late into the night!
A pot of Courage Wine sent Great Qin's elite soldiers roaring as they swept through the Six Kingdoms!
Before long, trouble came one after another.
The remnants of the Six Kingdoms wanted me to join them? Powerful officials at court wanted to seize my business? Even Liu Bang, the future founding emperor of the Han, came by every day to buy on credit?
Lin Xiu spread his hands helplessly. “I'm just an honest tavern owner. What's wrong with making a tiny bit more money?”
“What? You're saying I monopolize the economy, bribe every official, collude with the Six Kingdoms, and secretly shelter the leader of the rebels?”
He raised his cup and smiled scornfully.
“Where's your evidence? No evidence... then I'll have to sue you for slander.”
