"By the way, Mr. Liu, I heard you're from Songzhou?"
"That's right, but why do you suddenly ask?"
In the old barracks in Yizhou, Liu Bolun looked at Li the Carpenter, who had suddenly come to him, with doubt. He wasn't quite sure why Li mentioned his hometown all of a sudden.
After all, he hadn't returned to Songzhou for a long time, and as for relatives, they had long ceased to contact him. Now, like everyone else in the old barracks, he was as ordinary as a common refugee.
"Oh, I just heard a saying, that's all."
Li the Carpenter scratched his head awkwardly.
"I heard it when I was out buying wine, saying that the best wine comes from Songzhou. That's when I remembered the wine you used to make, so..."
"Oh, that's what it's about."
Liu Bolun came to a realization, it was just a casual chat.
"If you're looking for a drink, I could make some more later, but brewing this kind of wine is really troublesome, extremely troublesome..."
"...How so?"
