The Navy's mission to escort textiles to Changan city this time could not be easier or more effortless. They even had the time to stroll along the streets of Changan city, feeling as though their knowledge about the world had increased a notch.
But on the other hand, for Shen Leng, returning to the Navy's camp did not mean that the mission had ended. He had to go through Zhuang Yong's obstacle.
Under several watchful eyes, Shen Leng pushed a small one-wheeled wooden cart to Zhuang Yong's tent. There were seven to eight urns of the northern border's aged wine on it. Zhuang Yong was actually not particularly fond of strong wines. He preferred rice wine as it was less harsh.
The people in the northern part of Great Ning drank mostly sorghum wine. The freshly made wine were especially bit
