When the silver goose walked into Lin'an City, it was already the afternoon of the 25th day of the twelfth lunar month.
The thin ice on the moat had long been broken by boats passing by, and the turbid river water carried broken ice and swollen in the cold wind. The city wall is made of blue-grey stones, several feet high. There are flags on the wall. The soldiers guarding the city are wearing heavy armor, holding spears in their hands, and their eyes are scanning the flow of people entering the city warily.
