Longevity by Picking up Attributes in the Battlefield

Chapter 348: Chapter 158: The Immortals’ Liquor House Belongs to My Husband? (Part 2)

The two little ones were very brave and curious, so they went along with Lin Fu.

Seeing the two youngsters leave, Zhao Feng no longer held back and swept Wang Yan into his arms.

"What...what are you doing?" Wang Yan’s heart thumped wildly as she asked shyly.

"Back at the military camp, you inexplicably had your way with me. This time, it’s my turn," Zhao Feng laughed.

He went straight toward the inner depths of the mansion. What followed was, of course, better left unsaid. After fighting a war for four years, it was only natural to enjoy oneself thoroughly.

「Time gradually flowed by.」

For Zhao Feng, this meant indulging in the most common joys of the era.

Meanwhile, within Xianyang, both the Royal Mansion and Crown Prince Fusu’s mansion had been bustling with activity since the previous day’s court session. In the middle of the month, Princess Liyang, daughter of the King of Qin, was to be married. Following that, Crown Prince Fusu would marry the daughter of Court Minister Li Si, one of the Nine Ministers. Both households were naturally abuzz with preparations.

Of course, news of these two events had also spread far and wide, sparking all sorts of discussions throughout Xianyang.

Five days after Zhao Feng’s return to the city, another major event took place. This one, however, was unrelated to the various states and concerned the affairs of the common people. The Immortals’ Liquor House had opened a branch in Xianyang, and today was its grand opening.

At this moment, in the inner city of Xianyang, several connected three-story buildings stood tall, with a signboard bearing the name ’Immortals’ Liquor House’ hanging above. The tavern’s doors had not yet opened, but a large crowd had already gathered outside. The area was packed shoulder to shoulder, a dense sea of people. It was hard to imagine a newly opened tavern attracting such a massive crowd, and even harder to fathom why everyone was pushing and shoving, afraid of being a step behind.

"Esteemed customers, please don’t rush. Today marks the opening of our Immortals’ Liquor House in the Qin capital, our very first day of business here," the tavern manager announced loudly.

"But please, rest assured. Our fine wines are the same as in our other branches—the same price and the same taste. For our grand opening today, we have prepared plenty of fine wine, certainly enough for most of our customers to purchase a share.

"Of course, seating is limited, so we must adhere to the rules of our Immortals’ Liquor House. The second floor is for customers who spend over one hundred gold, while the third floor requires a purchase of one thousand gold. The first floor has no minimum.

"Now, those with VIP credentials may enter first!"

The manager then shouted, "Someone, open the tavern doors! Open the VIP lane!"

"Yes, sir!" a group of robust guards replied, swiftly clearing a path for the VIPs. In any era, those with power, wealth, and status were always treated differently.

"I’ve already bought over a thousand gold worth of fine wine from the Immortals’ Liquor House! Here’s my VIP card!" a man laughed heartily, holding up a token as he walked forward.

"VIP, please enter," a guard said, stepping aside immediately after a quick glance. "VIPs may proceed to the second and third floors."

"As for the first-floor hall, all other esteemed customers, please enter in an orderly fashion," the manager continued with a smile, stepping aside to open another entrance to the tavern. "Of course, if we become full, customers outside can still purchase wine to take home. The Immortals’ Liquor House offers fine wines for every budget."

Instantly, the crowd surged forward, everyone eager to get inside.

The fine vintages of the Immortals’ Liquor House were already renowned across the land, known by nearly every noble of the various states. If even the elite were captivated by these fine wines, how could the common folk resist? When Zhao Feng first provided the brewing recipe, he established different grades of wine, ensuring there was something affordable for every class, from commoner to noble. This was a strategy to make a fortune. The development of Yanting was directly tied to the profits from the Immortals’ Liquor House. While Zhao Feng once had to invest heavily into Yanting, the tavern had now made him wealthy enough to rival a nation, a testament to how well the fine wines sold.

Nevertheless, Zhao Feng himself was still at his mansion, enjoying the peace and quiet. The two little ones had each claimed one of his legs, looking utterly content. At his side sat Wang Yan. Having Zhao Feng with her, she glowed with happiness, although there was something slightly amiss with the way she walked.

"Husband," Wang Yan began softly, "tomorrow is my brother’s wedding. Should we prepare a gift for them?"

"Don’t worry, I’ve already prepared a gift for your brother. I’m sure he’ll love it when we send it over," Zhao Feng replied with a smile. "But what about you, Yan’er? What gift would you like? Just name it, and I promise I’ll get it for you."

"As long as I have you, I don’t need anything else," Wang Yan said sweetly.

Hearing this, Zhao Feng scrutinized her and said teasingly, "The Wang Yan of today is completely different from the Junhou Wang Yan of the past. Back then, you could ride horses and shoot arrows, but now you’ve become such a delicate lady."

"Husband, you’re making fun of me again," Wang Yan blushed.

"Haha," Zhao Feng laughed heartily.

Just then, Zhang Ming slowly approached. "My Lord."

"What is it?" Zhao Feng asked, looking at him.

Zhang Ming glanced at Wang Yan, seeming to hesitate.

"Yan’er is my wife and your mistress. You can speak freely," Zhao Feng stated.

"The Immortals’ Liquor House successfully opened in Xianyang, and business is booming. All the wine prepared for the first day sold out, for a total profit of over 8,000 gold," Zhang Ming reported respectfully.

The Immortals’ Liquor House’s reputation was already well-established. As the capital of Qin, Xianyang had no shortage of wealthy people, so it was naturally more profitable than the branch in Yingchuan.