Kun Fan took a sip of the wine he and his brother had made last fall- no, still needed a little more time, it seemed. He corked it and placed it back on the shelf, greeting The Chairman as he descended the steps. He walked into the first floor of the shack, tossing a few fresh logs into the stove before wandering some ways to fetch his rickshaw. He drew it close to the building before loading it up with clay pots and glass bottles of all shapes and sizes, all filled with a plethora of wines, beers, spirits, and other such comforts.
"Brother!", he shouted towards the shack where Guo Fu worked, "The cat and I are going to town. Do you wish to come?"