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Lincheng Jing Tian fu di
Located at the southernmost tip of Daxia, extending eastward and at the intersection of Xilan, it is the most important north-south transportation hub in Daxia. It is rich in products and fierce in folk customs. There are many merchants from south to north, and the interpersonal relationship is complicated. There are cows, ghosts, snakes and gods begging for food everywhere in the city.
People who enter the city can look up and see a huge triangular yellow banner flying in the air south of the city, with the words Fulai Inn written on it.
There are two red lanterns with the words "Red Blessing" hanging at the door, swaying gently against the cool north wind, and a ten-foot pole with a pennant hanging at the door guides hundreds of carriages passing through the city every day.
The lobby was crowded with people, and the heat wave surged. The figure of Xiao Er shuttled back and forth between the banquet halls, singing recipes, and the merchants who came and went settled the goods of the caravan, took the shopkeeper with a long knife on their waist, and made a living by their strength, all smiles, and entered the lobby. In this meeting, all this will be like a proud display and mutual greeting.
The lobby of Fulai Inn, which can accommodate hundreds of tables, is full. In a corner, an old man with a gray beard is telling a story. It's easy to find a safe place to rest after a hard day's work. The owner of the caravan is not stingy with the money in his pocket. He has called his shopkeeper. ...