The term "daily chemical products" made it clear what they were selling.
Everyone in the RV stared curiously at the carriage. It was pulled by three magnificent black horses—exceptionally tall and powerfully built, the kind of fine steeds rarely seen anymore.
Two young men were bundled up tightly, with only their faces exposed. They had the look of northerners—tall and sturdy, as imposing as their horses.
They carried quite a few weapons, hanging openly from their bodies and glinting in the light. To have such fine horses in the apocalypse meant these two were anything but ordinary.
Bells hung from the carriage, their crisp chiming reminiscent of the knife-grinding peddlers who used to roam the streets before the apocalypse. The carriage also had a bronze gong. When passing through a village, they would strike it and loudly hawk their wares, "Scented soap, laundry soap, body wash! Chinese medicine, Western medicine, anti-frostbite cream..."
