The foot traffic in the county town was not only heavy, but the goods on sale were so dazzlingly diverse that they left one's head spinning.
Passersby on the street were also rather well-dressed, with quite a few wearing gold and silver. Zhao Yan had deliberately put on a garment cut from cotton cloth when he left home today, only to find himself completely outdone.
Curious as he still was about the county town, Zhao Yan had no capacity to dwell on it now; his mind was entirely consumed by oxen.
Chapter 169