Su Ziji finished reading and stood by the window, lost in thought. It was dusk, and the ancient county was not as dilapidated as he had imagined. From afar, he could see that the city walls were not very high, only about two zhang (approximately 4 meters), and the scale was not large, but there were many pedestrians, making it quite populous. Streets and shops lined the streets, with vendors and peddlers hawking their wares incessantly. The snow had been compacted by foot traffic, and the snow in front of the shops had been swept away. Some shops even piled up snow into snow lions and snow elephants to attract customers, creating a lively atmosphere.