Yunling Village
There were even larger, longer C-class RVs, some reaching nine meters in length and nearly matching Class A motorhomes.
But on the mountainous roads of Qiannan Province, an extra-long Class C RV like that would struggle with the winding routes. This Mercedes-Benz RV, about the same length as a Coaster, could handle them with ease.
Any road a Coaster Public Service Vehicle could manage was no problem for the Mercedes-Benz RV.
Hearing Sun Shuhui mutter under his breath, Li Bai quickly made up his mind.
Once they arrived, he'd order a small cargo trailer. Then he'd have a perfectly legitimate excuse to pack things into it. That would work. At worst, he could ask a 4S dealership in Qiannan Province to deliver it later. Shipping was free, after all.
"It's snowing!"
Officer Lei, in the passenger seat, spotted the first snowflake drifting past the windshield. One after another, flakes began swirling outside the car, like tufts of cotton, growing thicker by the moment.
"It really is snowing!"
The others in the car all turned to look outside. The solar lamps firmly attached to the vehicle's body illuminated a distance of four or five steps, making everything clearly visible.
Sure enough, powdery snow was drifting down in great flurries. The wind blew fiercely, and the flakes about to land on the car were lifted by an invisible force, whirling wildly in midair, now near, now far, now ahead, now behind.
The car's heater had been switched on just in time. Warm air poured out without pause. Outside, the temperature quickly dropped below zero, while inside it remained as warm as spring, holding at around fifteen degrees. The humidity, which had been steadily falling, stabilized as well.
In just a few minutes, the road shoulders—previously covered in withered grass and