The style of the front is a little different from the ancient town upstream, he is even older, and some people are even wearing ancient clothes, and the flag is written

"Saida Town".

"Osmanthus cake, osmanthus porridge new osmanthus porridge, taste it by the guest officers who passed by",

"Mid-Autumn Festival osmanthus moon cakes in Caitian Town, osmanthus fang, made by Xia Yujiao's shopkeeper, the quantity is limited, buy early and get early." Zi'an and Yueling looked at each other, this old man is just nonsense, it turns out that there is a shopkeeper of Xia Yujiao in this town, it turns out that this is Caitian Town

"It turned out that he was afraid that his story would be exposed, it turned out to be a trust, although this ancient town has not been fully commercialized, but it also has its own local routine, is it not that tourists who come to the field for the first time will be deceived here, I said that the old man at that time so readily agreed to row a boat to take us, the cost is also less, the original place to kill customers is here." Zi'an is somewhat disdainful of this localized business routine.

"It turns out that this is the case, the people here do not have the folk customs of the outside legends, no wonder the outsiders are not developing here, how to develop such a local business. Also, today, with such developed information, where is there still a complete folk custom, rural aunts will sell goods or promote rural landscapes live broadcast, and it seems that it is an Internet celebrity industry. It is estimated that the promotion platform and the upstream people have overt and covertly interests."

Yue Ning was a little disappointed, originally she still thought that all this was mysterious and unpredictable.

"Now that I think about it, in fact, they checked in last night, because they were wearing one-shoulder clothes, and the female homeowner at the front desk was still interested in saying that her crescent moon birthmark was really special, and before coming, they also asked the female homeowner about some local characteristics, rumors or something. and Zi'an, your supplier, presumably relatives and friends have a spider-like interest relationship. It turns out that this is a serial pit. This town is not very big, and it is too easy to collude to do one thing, no wonder the homestay is not very easy to decide, it turns out that it is for people who are curious. Yue Ning analyzed and was about to turn back, but Zi'an stopped her.

"Since you're here, it's okay to go shopping, it's not going to rip off customers, at most it's a consumption chain that promotes downstream consumption in the upstream, you see that osmanthus porridge is three dollars, which is cheaper than the upstream, not to mention that the old man didn't say, Xia Yujiao is the goddess of osmanthus, and we will taste whether it is not worthy of the name."

Also, as Zi'an said, maybe the local people want to promote upstream and downstream consumption, after all, there are not many tourists here, and it is much better to make full use of manufacturing consumption than those who bully the market and steal customers.

Zi'an took off his backpack and found that the cash he brought was gone, but there was a heavy bag, and when he opened it, it was all broken silver and strung money.

"Hey, I'll go, this place is still a real-life experience, the 1,000 yuan I brought is gone, and I changed it to such a big bag of props" Zi'an was dumbfounded,

"Wait, this doesn't seem to be a prop", Yue Ning took out the lipstick, smeared a little on the tissue, wiped one of the broken silver that was a little blackened, and it lit up as soon as she wiped it,

"This is real silver" In an instant, Yue Ling and Zi'an looked at each other, such a big bag of broken silver and copper plate money, it was not they who lost it when they took it to the market, but they made it.

This is strange, just forget it according to the logical equivalent exchange, this is?

"Hey, I see, aren't you an amateur travel blogger, maybe they're secretly filming all this, and then they're talking to us about selling it as a reality show-like documentary."

Zi'an immediately understood everything and said proudly.

"The appearance fee of this son is high, and it will be a big sum when the time comes." He also posed as he spoke.

"Uh...... If that's the case, they're too good at it! ”，

"Let's go, someone has to squander the money." While speaking, Zi'an pulled Yuening down to the side of the stall, asked for two bowls of osmanthus porridge and a plate of osmanthus cake, and during the eating, Zi'an did not forget to pose in various postures, saying all kinds of experiences, and then let Yuening take a lot of so-called advertising photos for her like a spokesperson.

It's like participating in an immersive reality show. The shopkeeper looked at the strange two people and asked them what they were doing.

"DSLR. You don't know that? Zi'an looked at the store inexplicably, and the store scratched his head and turned to leave.

"Wait a minute, shopkeeper, may I ask if we are going upstream, how far do we have to walk or is there someone here rowing to take us upstream?" Yue Ning asked, after all, she wanted to find out her way back first.

"Upstream? We are upstream, what are you talking about? Boat, the boat has it, but there will be tomorrow, the guest officer tonight to live in the store, we are the best in Caitian Town, osmanthus Fang, the proprietress is Miss Zhizhou, our store facilities are first-class, 3 money, Tong Su is not bullied. "The shop is fluent in the introduction,

"3 guan money, if you follow the algorithm of the ancestors, the 3 guan money before the Anshi Rebellion is now 300 yuan, and the clothes here are skirts, it seems that they are like a folk town in the Tang Dynasty?" Zi'an said to himself.

"We don't stay, we have to go back to the homestay," Yuening said to the storekeeper.

"Hades? Then you can only go tomorrow, and what are you going to do there? Behold you like strangers, and do you not know that it is the end of this river Styx, the place where the water is buried."