Yang Zhengshan had just finished writing the letter when Zhou Lan and Wang Bin came to his tent together.
Wang Bin plopped down beside Yang Zhengshan, picked up a tea bowl, flicked his sleeve, then produced a wine pot from who knew where and poured Yang Zhengshan a cup.
"Have a taste!"
He looked at Yang Zhengshan, waggling his brows and making eyes.
Yang Zhengshan was stunned, looking at him and Zhou Lan a little oddly.
Drinking was forbidden in the army. Where had these two gotten wine?
Wang Bin ignored the dazed Yang Zhengshan and poured another cup for himself and Zhou Lan, while Zhou Lan took out a packet of beef jerky and set it on the table.
"Where did you get this?" Yang Zhengshan sniffed the fragrance of the wine. It was good wine, too.
"The Marquis rewarded us with it!" Wang Bin chuckled.
Yang Zhengshan realized. Just as he had thought, getting wine in the army was not easy, but while the army might not have any, Fushan City certainly did.
"Come on, bottoms up!" Zhou Lan boldly raised her tea bowl and drained it.
Yang Zhengshan no longer cared about military law either. He raised his head and downed it in one gulp.
The wine was sweetly crisp and mellow, and its aftertaste actually carried a faint thread of clear sweetness.
"As expected of Pear Blossom Brew. It really is fine wine!"
Wang Bin laughed loudly.
"Pear Blossom Brew!" Yang Zhengshan's brows lifted, and he also thought the wine was quite good.
Zhou Lan smiled and said, "Pear Blossom Brew is a fine wine of the Hu Tribe. This pear blossom doesn't mean the flowers of a pear tree, but the snow that falls during the coldest days of winter. Every winter, after a heavy