A constant stream of boats laden with salt, iron, tea, and grain plied back and forth, thousands upon thousands of them, resembling a long dragon being pulled ashore by boatmen.
Earlier, Bai Ming had been leaning over the bow of the ship, observing from afar the wide avenue on either side, capable of accommodating several carriages side by side, lined with teahouses, eateries, restaurants, and pharmacies, all adjacent to each other, with impressive facades and clean storefronts, bustling with life.
Of course, what attracted him most were the various street foods being hawked along the way, with enticing names like "steamed buns," "sweet fermented rice," "shao mai," and "soup rice" filling the air.
"This is the County City."
Bai Ming bounced lightly on his feet, following behind his elder brother, finding everything curious, reminiscent of the first time he was taken to the temple fair in Black River County by his parents as a child.
"Indeed, it's bustling."
