Traveling to the old city of Saltz requires a nostalgic and profound feeling to wake up the memory flowing in time and turn over the storybook of the precious time. The Saltz River divides Saltz City into old city and new city. The hotel is in the old city, with the main entrance facing the Saltz River and the back door opening in the grain alley. In the morning, before the visitors arrived, they took a tour around the hotel as the center. At this time, the grain Hutong plain Yan returned to the ordinary shops with the right : narrow streets, multi-storey buildings like public houses, and the famous stores did not have lights to set off. On the Saltz Bridge, the rust spots of the concentric locks on both sides were clear. I wonder if the padlocked people were still together. The low and humble bakeries on the street corner were very busy and fat. Middle-aged and old people come and go in and out here; people in twos and threes by the river are walking. Two middle-aged women with long hair, smoking and orange peel (habitual thinking is not a good person) are interested in us. After some poor English and body language, they know two enthusiasts. They take us to the local shopping alleys, see the houses they live in, and show us that only one floor can stand. The elevators for both men were built in 1861.