Under Duanxia Peak, a path winds and turns in late spring. A blue sea is decorated with thousands of flowers. Whether you look far or go leisurely, it is all intoxicating. However, Bai Asi has no intention of appreciating it. It is not because he has been tired of opening a wine shop at the foot of the mountain for many years, but he really can't make any free time in this small wine shop. It's rare to get lively in a few years. With a spare wooden table and wooden bench, there are still seven or eight porters who have to sit outside the door on the load and business is so good, but Bai Asi is not happy.