The four city gates of the prefecture city were bustling with activity, and some already open tea houses, taverns, and cafes were doing brisk business.
East Market Street was equally lively,
with colorful dragons being assembled everywhere along the street.
Zhao Wuya and Yun Ziliang roamed around to enjoy the festivities, and when they had seen enough, they returned indoors where Zhou Xuan was diligently writing.
"Brother Xuan, writing a book again?"
Zhao Wuya asked.
"Nonsense, if not writing this, what else?" Zhou Xuan replied irritably.
"Let me tell you, it's so lively outside. Everyone's making dragon decorations. On our street alone, there are nine dragons in total."
"Why make so many dragons?" Zhou Xuan paused his writing, took the tea handed over by Little Fuzi, and asked.
"For good fortune."
