The next day, Du Chengfeng got up very early and left a note for his eldest brother telling him that he had gone to Chang'an City to sell wine. lest his eldest brother be worried that he can't find anyone. Then he quietly left Dujia Village alone and rushed towards Chang'an City.

Although Dujia Village is remote, it is less than 30 miles away from Chang'an City, and with Du Chengfeng's current physical strength and speed, he easily reached Chang'an City in less than an hour. In order not to expose the system space, Du Chengfeng rented a board car outside the city, put all the wine on the board car, covered it with an oilcloth, and pulled the board car into Chang'an City.

Chang'an City is said to be the largest city in ancient times, but also the most magnificent capital, with an area of up to 84 square kilometers, which is 2.4 times that of Chang'an City in the Han Dynasty, 1.4 times that of Beijing City in the Ming and Qing Dynasties, and 7 times larger than Constantinople, the capital of the Byzantine Empire in the same period. The city is prosperous and economically developed, and the city of the same period is estimated to be comparable only to Luoyang, which is the accompanying capital.

Du Chengfeng stood at the foot of the majestic and magnificent city wall of Chang'an City, looking at the bustling crowd of merchants, his heart was full of pride, his great achievements were about to rise from here as a starting point, and no one could stop him.

"Into town!" With pride and ambition, Du Chengfeng strode into this historic city.

Du Chengfeng's idea is: first find the largest restaurant in the city to make the fame of fairy wine out first, and then quickly enter the high-end market of Chang'an City in a cooperative way.

The fairy wine is purified by turbid wine, so it is impossible for Du Chengfeng to define it at the same level as turbid wine. Du Chengfeng is targeting the high-spending people in Chang'an City. The civilian class he didn't want to think about for the time being.

First, the output of immortal wine is limited by the fact that it cannot be too high for the time being, after all, several jars of turbid wine can purify one jar of immortal wine. The second is that since they are all named fairy wine, it is natural to have a matching price to show the uniqueness of this kind.

Of course, the later packaging should also be made more high-end, and it is good to use a larger porcelain bottle, but now there is a little high-end wine in a rough wine jar.

"This big brother, may I ask what is the name of the largest restaurant in Chang'an City? How to go? Du Chengfeng stopped a passerby and asked very politely.

The pedestrians who were stopped paused when they heard Du Chengfeng's words. Seeing that Du Chengfeng was dressed shabby, he was still a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy, and he was faintly displeased. Just seeing that Du Chengfeng had a magnificent temperament, he still let go of the contempt in his eyes, and replied lightly: "The largest restaurant in Chang'an City naturally belongs to Wangjiang Tower, just west of Shunyi Gate, little brother, why are you looking for the largest restaurant?" ”

"Oh, let's talk about business." Du Chengfeng replied casually.

"Talking about business?" The eldest brother's eyes suddenly turned a little contemptuous. This Du Chengfeng was dressed very plainly, and he was pulling a dilapidated board car, which was covered with an oilcloth, and he didn't know what it was loading, but he said that he wanted to talk about business with the largest restaurant in Chang'an City.

Looking at Du Chengfeng's calm appearance, there was no trace of panic on his face, and his years of experience and intuition in running business told him: You must not despise this little brother. Something might happen this time, and this little brother might really be talking about business.

Thinking of this, he hurriedly put away his contemptuous eyes, smiled and said: "This little brother, my name is Wang Zhuo, and I happen to be going to Wangjiang Tower to find the shopkeeper to discuss business. ”

Du Chengfeng didn't pay attention to the other party's eyes, but he didn't expect that the other party happened to go to Wangjianglou to talk about business, and took the initiative to introduce himself and invite himself to go with him, which made Du Chengfeng very grateful. The first time he entered the city, he met such an enthusiastic person, which made Du Chengfeng have a good impression of the folk customs of Chang'an.

"Brother Wang Zhuo, my name is Du Chengfeng, the first time I came to Chang'an City, I have to trouble Brother Wang Zhuo to lead the way, thank you!" Du Chengfeng's tone was very polite.

"Okay, let's go." Seeing Du Chengfeng so polite, Wang Zhuo was a little embarrassed.

Along the way, through exchanges, Wang Zhuo also knew that Du Chengfeng was from a small mountain village called Dujia Village on the outskirts of Chang'an City, and he was still an orphan who had just turned sixteen, so he was even more determined in his idea just now.

A sixteen-year-old orphan who has just come out of a mountain village, but has an extraordinary temperament that does not lose to the children of any famous family, and what is even more admirable is Du Chengfeng's courage to pull a cart of goods to Chang'an City to talk about business alone. Think about what you were doing when you were sixteen? It seems that he is still in a daze with a group of children of the family all day long, doing nothing, lingering in the places of major green buildings and restaurants, drinking all day and nothing.

From this point of view, Du Chengfeng is worthy of his admiration. Wang Zhuo is a person with strict principles. Although he did nothing when he was young, he later trained his eyes in business under the cultivation of his family. After a simple conversation, he felt that Du Chengfeng was not a simple teenager. Therefore, I have a good idea in my heart.

Du Chengfeng is walking while watching this ancient historical city. "If you ask about the ancient and modern affairs, please only look at Luoyang City." This is a poem by Sima Guang, a writer of the Northern Song Dynasty, describing the city of Luoyang, the capital of Chang'an, and in Du Chengfeng's view, this poem is also suitable for Chang'an City.

The landscape of Chang'an is now close at hand. Walking through the wide streets, the breeze blows, and you can watch the gentle and brilliant sunlight shine between the red walls of the green tiles everywhere. The sparkling carriages and horses, the endless stream of pedestrians, and the tranquil and comfortable smiling faces all show people the prosperity of the world's first city.

After walking for about ten minutes, as an antique four-story building appeared in front of him, Du Chengfeng knew that the largest restaurant in Chang'an City had arrived. As far as the eye can see, the three large signboards with gilt characters in Wangjiang Tower are hung in the middle of the restaurant. The restaurant is connected by several pavilions, carved eaves reflect the moon, and the painting building flies clouds, giving people a sense of majestic vicissitudes.

Outside the restaurant, the voices of people are full of people, the cries of all kinds of small vendors come and go, and a sparkling green river winds through not far from the restaurant.

But now is not the time to enjoy this beautiful scenery, Du Chengfeng just stared at it slightly, put the cart aside and stored it, carried a jar of fairy wine with a cloth bag on his back, and walked into the lobby of Wangjiang Tower with Wang Zhuo.

As soon as Du Chengfeng and Wang Zhuo found an empty table in the lobby to sit down, a warm junior came over. "Two guest officers, what do you need, stay in the hotel or eat." Xiao Er asked enthusiastically.