Jinkou marked the end of the canal. Rumor had it that the lights of boats moored there at night stretched for forty li, their reflections like a golden dragon sweeping its tail across the water.
The streets were clean, Not the Slightest Bit Inferior to those of Qingkou Prefecture. While rivers crisscrossed Qingkou, Jinkou's streets were mainly connected by land routes.
After the Yanhuang Trade Association established itself here over a year ago, it added fuel to the already flourishing Jinkou, drawing merchants from all over.
Outside many shops along the streets were signs advertising clearance sales and discounts, which looked rather comical to Lin Hao.
It felt as though he had walked onto a street full of closing-down sales. Rickshaws stood by the roadside here and there, some of their pullers eating dry rations they had brought while constantly scanning the crowds for potential customers.
"There are quite a few rickshaw companies here."
Lin Hao and Yin Saide followed the main road into Jinkou.
"There are, and competition is fierce. People often die in matches between companies. Still, dividing up territory through matches does reduce everyday conflicts. Anyone who breaks the rules gets attacked by everyone else."
Yin Saide was clearly much more familiar with Jinkou.
"But that's only because the roads here are good. In an ordinary city, these rickshaws would jolt you all over the place. Tianxing Tower is still some distance away. Want to try one?"
Seeing Lin Hao's interest, Yin Saide had no objection.
"Sure. Let's give them some business."
The moment Lin Hao and Yin Saide looked toward the puller beside them, he rose with a broad smile. He repeatedly beat the seat cushion with the towel he carried to clean it, then asked, "Would you gentlemen like a ride? Where would you like