After lunch, Da Xing and Xiao Xing rested in the RV with Gan Ling. It was all normal procedure, part of the daily routine.
Liu Zhizhong, after tidying up a bit, sat down by Mogu Lake, smoked a cigarette, enjoyed the breeze, sipped so tea—life was pretty pleasant.
However, he instinctively took out his phone to check the local weather forecast.
The climate here is indeed pleasant. So places have already turned into furnaces, with daily highs not below 40 degrees, including Hu Yang Provincial City and Yangzhou—they're all like that.
But here, the high is 26, the low is 17 degrees, quite cool and pleasant during the day, and at night, you generally have to cover yourself with a blanket!
Liu Zhizhong carefully checked the weather forecast here, then left the lakeside and headed to a place over 500 ters away.
At about 300 ters away was a small town by the lake, with a rather developed tourism industry.
People from all over the country, suffering from high temperatures, and those purely presumptuous n hoping to catch a romantic walking marriage here, crowded the town, giving it a bustling worldly vibe.
Of course, the pollution generated by this town was quite considerable too. Dostic wastewater was barely treated before being discharged into Mogu Lake. To prioritize the economy or the environnt—that's a dilemma...
Liu Zhizhong wandered around the town for a long while, finally picking out three wax-dyed scarves he liked, broad and windproof.
He found it quite amusing that many stores selling souvenirs here clearly claid to have locally handmade Mogu products, including the wax-dyed scarves he bought, yet they were produced elsewhere, even from coastal clothing factories!
The three pieces Liu Zhizhong selected were dispatched from the Lotus Pond Wholesale Market, the largest clothing wholesale market in Hu Yang Provincial City, and the origin was in the Jiangsu and Zhejiang regions—a major factory, reasonably good quality.
This is probably what tourism is like nowadays? Locals are responsible for leveraging the scenery and selling goods; non-locals are responsible for production, and even more non-locals co here to consu, haha...
Of course, there are non-locals who open shops here too, wearing local clothing, donning hats, and speaking the local dialect, basically becoming native-born here.
Liu Zhizhong even saw in a relatively large shop an outsider, speaking heavily accented English, selling a wax-dyed scarf for 251 US dollars to a foreigner. The foreigner thumbed up and repeatedly said "good"! After the foreigner left, the shop owner turned to his wife and said: "That dumbass foreigner, so easy to fool!"
Tourism, swindling custors, it's quite normal. Sotis, relying on honesty, you can't survive?! Is that true or false?
Anyway, Liu Zhizhong bought the sa wax-dyed scarves as those sold to the foreigner, and after haggling, he only spent 500 yuan—not in US dollars, haha...
When Liu Zhizhong returned to the lake, Da Xing and Xiao Xing had already woken up from their nap and stepped out of the RV.
The sisters sat there drinking tea, staring blankly at the lake water. As soon as Liu Zhizhong returned, their expressions turned icy.
Da Xing rely glanced at Liu Zhizhong without saying anything, treating him like air.
Xiao Xing, slightly more talkative, snapped in a stern voice: "While we were sleeping in the RV, where the hell were you? Shouldn't you be outside providing security? What if there were bad guys?"
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