Qingyu leaned his back on the thick trunk, shook the wine pot, took a sip, swung his feet and said to the people under the tree: "If you come to Chaoyang Valley to find my senior brother Bai Nuo, I will give you four pots of green plum wine in exchange."
"My dear friend, I want to pay a visit to Lord Tianwu, and I would like to inform you." The man under the tree bowed to Qingyu with both hands.
Um, are you looking for Master? Qingyu narrowed her eyes. In the past, other people would ask for four bottles of wine for their senior brother. Master should be worth two bottles of wine.
"Two pots"
"Huh?"
"One pot, forget it, I'll ask my master to bring me a pot of green plum wine in exchange." Looking at the handsome man under the tree, and thinking of his master's white and long beard, Qingyu shuddered. This man has a very strong taste. Alas, these days, the master is actually worth the wine.