The back door of the homestay is opened in the scenic area, and the door is pushed up to the streets of the ancient town. At 8 o'clock in the morning, the tour group was still on the road, and only three or two individual guests could be seen. From the owner of the hotel, I learned that the town residents were stopped to protest the price increase of the scenic spot company scenic spot tickets, and the streets and alleys of the town became very quiet. The sun shines from between the eaves on both sides of the street, and there is a Jesus light in the sky. Furong Town was renamed for the movie of the same name, formerly Wang Village, Xiangxi four famous towns. In the old days, the business was bustling, and a bluestone street began from Chengguan Water Wharf, and it stretched for five miles. The southwest was humid and rainy, and smoke was a way for local people to preserve food. The bacon sold in the roadside store is black, like colored wood carvings. At night, most of the shops are closed. The lively and noisy I saw last night, the lights are bright, and it is like a world away. Tomorrow, the market will continue, and life will continue. Furong Town, don't be here.