From the sound of horse hoof bells on the ancient Tea Horse Road to the fireworks of anti-Japanese literati, Sanmao's childhood, Li Kuian's poems and the aroma of hot pot wafting from ordinary alleys are hidden under the layers of tiles Thousand-year-old Huangjueya, a heavenly realm The soul of the mountain city is hung on these crooked clothes drying poles 📍Walk straight in from Huangjueya Old Street, all the way downhill, and finally walk out to Shangxin Street Let's go! ! ! ! !