Shocking! In this matriarchal society, every man wants to marry me!

Zhongtian looked up in surprise, seemingly taken aback by his strong reaction, but he understood that Xia Jin'an didn't want to go down the mountain, so he didn't force her.

"Alright then, I'll go down the mountain. Remember to cook dinner."

After giving his instructions, Nakata dropped his sword and went down the mountain.

Xia Jin'an's back was already soaked with sweat. He felt a surge of gratitude in his heart, grateful that Xia Jin'an hadn't pressed him for details and hadn't forced him.

He sat down on the stool, feeling somewhat exhausted, and after a while, he slowly began to prepare breakfast.

As Zhongtian walked down the mountain, he pondered in his heart that Xia Jin'an was unwilling to come down the mountain because he had his reasons. His miserable appearance in the deep mountains must mean that he had an enemy who hated him and that he had no way to deal with.

He was a little troubled, though, because going up and down the mountain was too slow. He wished there was a courier service. Courier? He wondered if the conditions for developing courier services existed in this era. Perhaps he could look into it!

Upon arriving at the market, Nakata went straight to the distillery. While Nakata was unfamiliar with other places, the distillery was a place she knew very well; countless times, she had passed out drunk there.

Good wine needs no bush; a sign hangs high in the distance, bearing the beautiful words, "Red Crispy Hands."

Red, delicate hands, yellow wine, spring colors fill the city, willows line the palace walls.

This wine has a beautiful name: [Red Crispy Hands].

"Master, bring me some wine!" Zhong Tian shouted loudly. The door creaked open, and a still-charming man leaned against the door, a smile on his lips, and tapped his finger lightly. "My nemesis, you're finally back."

His name is Song Jinshu, and he has been selling wine for eight years. He is not a young man; fine wrinkles have appeared at the corners of his eyes. However, he laughs quite unrestrainedly. In an era when men don't show their teeth when they laugh, he lives like a flamboyant rose.

A beautiful woman sells wine at the counter!

"Bring me a pot of wine."

"Okay." Song Jinshu deftly began pouring the wine, her slender fingers flying up and down like graceful butterflies.

The "Red and Delicate Hands" wine is famous far and wide, not only because of its mellow and enticing aroma, but also because the beautiful woman who sells the wine has a pair of rosy and soft hands, the most beautiful hands in town.

The wine was refreshingly cool, and the roundworms in Zhongtian's stomach were already deeply attracted to it, becoming somewhat restless.

Nakata doesn't drink in modern times, but his original self was an alcoholic. Can his willpower resist his body's instincts?

His thoughts wandered, but Zhongtian brought them back and examined the wine closely. It was famous far and wide, but only the owner was busy working on it; there wasn't even a single helper.

"Shopkeeper, why don't you ask someone to help you?"

"Nobody," Song Jinshu said without even looking up. "Women won't do this with me, and men certainly won't!"

Nakata understood.

"Shopkeeper, I have a business opportunity I'd like to discuss with you?"

"What kind of business? Prostitution?" Song Jinshu spoke of this without any shame, and even had the mood to tease Zhongtian: "I heard that your husband ran off with a rich man! He's here to amuse your grandpa."

She does have a fiery temper.

Nakata realized he had misunderstood; he must frequently encounter such harassment, otherwise he wouldn't have immediately thought of this.

"No, no, no, you've misunderstood." But Song Jinshu's suspicious gaze hadn't disappeared, and to clear up the misunderstanding, Zhongtian didn't dare keep her in suspense any longer. "I was wondering, if this wine were delivered to a guest's home for an extra two copper coins, would anyone be willing to pay?"

"Delivery to your door? Of course I'd be willing, but some places are too far away, and I'd only earn a few copper coins, which isn't worth it."

This era can be considered a golden age. When people have no worries about the future, they are not stingy with the few dollars they have to buy themselves something convenient.

"One is that it's not cost-effective. What if it's 100 barrels? Or 1,000 barrels? What if this industry is widespread?"

Song Jinshu was not ignorant; he could see the potential of this industry, but he did not trust the woman in front of him.

A drunkard, a scoundrel full of lies, perhaps had a sudden flash of inspiration and, without considering the consequences, couldn't wait to put it into action. It's so unreliable.

So the smile on his face didn't change at all. "My wife has a good idea. If you make a fortune, don't forget me."

Zhongtian understood it at a glance; it was normal for Song Jinshu not to believe it.

Just then, someone came to buy wine, and Song Jinshu said directly, "One guan, pay up!"

Wow, that's expensive! It's true that grain-based liquor has always been a luxury item, no matter the era.

Nakata pulled out a coin from his pocket and handed it to him with a touch of reluctance. "Take care!"

"Could you please deliver this pot of wine to my lodgings?"

Zhong Tian gave an address, but Xia Jinshu shook her head: "It's too far, I don't have time!"

"Then let him deliver it."

Zhongtian pointed to the beggar sitting at the door.

Zhongtian could take it back himself, but he has things to do. Xia Jin'an is still wearing women's clothes, so he should get her some new clothes.

The most famous clothing store in this area is called Weaver Girl Pavilion, which is located right in the middle of the street.

As Nakata strolled over, he found the Weaver Girl Pavilion closed, with a group of men outside chattering indignantly.

"He's so domineering! Why can he go in to choose clothes while everyone else is left out, and we were all politely asked to leave!" However, he kept his complaints very low.

"Why?... He's the eldest son of the Xia family, pampered by everyone, and he has an older brother who's favored in the palace. If I were him, I'd be even more arrogant than him..."

"With such an arrogant and domineering personality, who would dare invite him home in the future? He'd probably be an old man by now..."

"...That face...no woman could resist it...Isn't it said that it's even more stunning than his brother's?"

The crowd fell silent, a somewhat dejected atmosphere pervading the air; the disparity was so great that it was impossible to feel any envy.

Okay, Nakata understands now. She met a super Celestial Dragon who is rich, powerful, and incredibly beautiful!

She had no power or influence, so she obediently waited outside.

She stood out among the men and quickly attracted attention. One of the bolder ones struck up a conversation: "Madam, this is a shop selling men's clothing."

Nakata nodded: "I know."

Those around them looked on with envy. What kind of sweetheart was this, buying clothes for her husband?

Even couples with good relationships usually only need to tear off a few pieces of cloth for the husband to make the clothes himself; it's rare to see them buying ready-made garments! This woman doesn't even want her husband to do the hard work of embroidery.

Zhong Tian smiled but didn't explain. Buying ready-made clothes is mainly for convenience; you can wear them right away. Xia Jin'an was still wearing women's clothes, which was really indecent.

Suddenly, the door to the Weaver Girl Pavilion opened. The usually somewhat arrogant shopkeepers stood respectfully behind the door, their hands hanging at their sides.

A man stepped out of the shop, followed by two pretty young servants, each carrying a pile of clothes.

A beautiful white veil covered his head, and a gentle breeze revealed his moist, red, and beautiful lips!

This man was deeply versed in mystery, and Nakata wanted to see the man's face clearly through the curtain.

The man was quite sensitive to other people's gazes. Just as he was about to get into the sedan chair, his gaze suddenly turned and precisely fixed on Zhong Tian. His tone was sinister: "Fang Shilian, that woman is too presumptuous. Gouge out her eyes!"