Free Days in Siheyuan

"One cent per person."

Regardless of the surprised Zhang Yu beside him, Zhao Liang took out two cents from his pocket and handed it to Uncle Qiao.

The old man took the money very naturally and waved his hand to let them in.

He ran back to a small room at the entrance of the scrap collection station. Looking from Zhang Yu's current position, he could see that the stove in the house had long been extinguished. Uncle Qiao lowered his head and fiddled with the remaining ashes, trying to light it again.

When passing by the hut, Zhang Yu paid attention to the location of the hut.

I noticed that Uncle Qiao was in an excellent position and could immediately see people coming from a distance.

It seems that Uncle Qiao, who is apparently a waste collection depot worker, is secretly connected to the black market. Zhang Yu doesn't know how many people he has involved, but at least he has taken over the work of looking after the gate and collecting fees. .

And if he read correctly, there should be a teenage child in Uncle Qiao's room.

Zhang Yu estimated that the child was responsible for running errands.

Uncle Qiao was guarding the door. Once he found a suspicious person approaching, he would first use his identity as a worker at the scrap collection station to come forward and question him, like Zhang Yu and others.

If someone is found to be investigating, the child will be sent to report the matter as soon as possible so that the buyers and sellers can escape from the scene as quickly as possible.

At this time, Uncle Qiao, who was already angry, stuffed the two cents into a box with satisfaction. Compared with the sellers, the money the buyers would get from entering the black market was still relatively small, but the little they added up made more money. How much less is collected from the seller.

Looking at the stuffed boxes, Uncle Qiao felt very satisfied.

At first, those people came to him, but he didn't dare to agree. Later, he couldn't resist the temptation of money, and those people promised that he only needed to look after the situation and did not need to do anything else.The biggest role is to notify others immediately once you find something is wrong.

No matter what happened, it had nothing to do with him except "gatekeeping."

What satisfies Uncle Qiao the most is that although this job is inconspicuous, he can earn at least three or four yuan a day.

After staying away from Uncle Qiao, Zhang Yu asked, "When did this black market open?"

Since the last time he went to the black market to exchange for some jade, he has not been in contact with the black market for a long time.

When he took time out and wanted to go to the black market again, the place was already deserted, not to mention the people selling things, even the bird feathers were gone.

It is estimated that [-]% of the time the news was exposed, someone gave it away, or it was moved to another place.

Although he was a little disappointed, because he had everything in his hand and it was not necessary to go to the black market, he quickly ignored the matter.

When he went to the black market, he wanted to exchange for some inconspicuous things that could be used in this era. After all, some of the things he signed in from the system space were too advanced and of too good quality to be used in this era. .

Thinking of this, Zhang Yu felt a strange feeling in his heart.

In later generations, he would be very selective when buying things, just because he wanted to choose something with better quality, but unfortunately he couldn't buy it. Now he would actually worry about something because the quality is too good. I really don't know what to say!
Secondly, he also wanted to find some good things. Although he may not survive until then, he enjoys the feeling of searching for treasures.

After listening to Zhang Yu's question, Zhao Liang replied: "Not long after we started, I also heard it from my colleagues."

After this period of experience, Zhao Liang has become very good at purchasing.After establishing a good relationship with his colleagues, he gained a lot of private access from them.

This black market address was also given to him by a colleague, but he didn't expect that the doorman was actually an acquaintance.

"Yes." Zhang Yu did not continue to ask who said that, but asked curiously: "Third brother, what did you want to buy when you came here today?"

As soon as these words came out, Zhao Liang's face turned red again, and he lowered his head in embarrassment, as if it was difficult to say anything.

After a period of silence, just when Zhang Yu thought he would not respond to him, Zhao Liang finally spoke: "This...this...isn't the Chinese New Year coming soon? I...I want to give it to my mother and... Sister, buy some gifts."

Seeing his face getting redder and redder as he talked, Zhang Yu felt a bad taste in his heart and joked: "Not only for my sister-in-law and sister, but also for a more important person, such as the future three-year-old." Sister-in-law!"

"I won't tell you anymore, I'm going shopping." Zhao Liang rushed into the backyard with a red face after being exposed.

Seeing him like that, Zhang Yu couldn't help laughing, then followed him and walked slowly over.

After questioning by two big men, they were let in.

Zhang Yu looked at the things on the stalls with great interest, but this was a shady business after all, and few people would put their things on them openly.

However, compared to the last black market Zhang Yu went to, this black market is much smaller and the people are more vigilant.

At least in the black market, many people would put the things they want to sell directly on the stalls, but this is not the case in this black market. Most of the sellers in the black market will put the things they want to sell at hand or behind them. Put a few up and tell everyone what you are selling.

I think this black market has just opened, and the organizer has not yet gained the trust of everyone.

But this was enough for Zhang Yu to see clearly what the other party was selling.

After shopping around, Zhang Yu also found a few small things.

For example, the gold bracelet that Zhang Yu bought for one-third of the current gold price, a string of eighteen jade bracelets, or a Qing Dynasty imitation of "Along the River During the Qingming Festival".

Although "Along the River During the Qingming Festival" was a later imitation, and I don't know who specifically copied it, but as far as Zhang Yu's eyesight is concerned, this "Along the River During the Qingming Festival" is no worse than those imitated by famous painters of the Qing Dynasty. The price is hard to say, but it will definitely not lose its taste if used for collection.

Looking at the few small things in his hand, Zhang Yu smiled. This trip was not in vain.

It's a pity that he didn't know that he was coming to the black market at the beginning, otherwise he would have to bring some food with him.

He also discovered today that food is the hard currency in the black market. Without food, many things cannot be purchased. For example, the glutton-faced jade pei carved from mutton-fat white jade that he had longed for, the seller demanded that it must be exchanged for food.

Zhang Yu was a little disappointed and prepared to leave. He took a few steps forward but felt unwilling to do so. The warm luster emitted by the gluttonous-faced jade pendant in the sun made Zhang Yu understand why the ancients coined the term "skin as creamy". This word is almost as if it was custom-made for that gluttonous noodle jade pei.

Really unwilling to miss the Taotie noodle jade Pei, Zhang Yu hesitated for a long time and returned.

The stall owner's eyes lit up when he saw someone coming to his stall.