Perhaps knowing that he was not good-looking, the man slightly bent his body to reduce his threat, but the smile on his face was still reluctant. It could be seen that he should not smile much on weekdays.

"The two guest officers want to buy wine?" The man asked indifferently, not at all enthusiastic.

"How do you sell this drink?" Lu Zheng asked proactively.

"I have three kinds of wine here, ten cents per catty per lixiang, thirty cents per catty per tenli incense, and eighty cents per thyme incense.

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