People are in Yaowu, starting from the mountain god panel

Chapter 7 Black Market
Early morning hours.

"Old man Zhao, come out to us. We must give an explanation today."

A middle-aged man shouted angrily in front of Zhao's house while holding a machete.

He was accompanied by five or six men, all of whom were family members of the two young hunters who followed Zhao Erhu to the mountains that day.

At this time, three days had passed since the two followed Zhao Erhu up the mountain, and there was no news.

Usually when things like this happen, without exception, the body is found only in the following spring.

Because of Zhao Erhu's misdeeds, this middle-aged man also had a bad temper, so the two families came to visit him as soon as they figured it out.

Old man Zhao pressed the table against the door and complained endlessly.

When something like this happened in the past, Zhao Erhu could always come back the next day, but this time he was not seen.

Old Man Zhao estimated that Zhao Erhu was probably buried deep in the mountains of Erdaogou.

"Father, what should we do?"

A stocky young woman looked at the crumbling door with a sad face.

"What else can we do? Let's take it as long as we can." Old Zhao was at his wits' end.

boom!
With a muffled sound, the Zhao family's door was pushed down by several men.

Old Man Zhao was caught off guard and was pressed under the wooden door, wailing uncontrollably.

The middle-aged man was furious. He grabbed Old Zhao by the collar and asked, "Where is Zhao Erhu, where did you hide him?"

Old man Zhao shook his head: "I don't know."

"I think you know, but you just don't say it?"

Old man Zhao almost cried when he heard this. With the lessons learned from the past, no one would believe it even if Zhao Erhu really disappeared.

Just when he was about to continue explaining, he felt a numbness in his waist, and then his eyes went dark and he lost consciousness.

"Old man Zhao, don't pretend to be dead."

The middle-aged man was about to continue the interrogation when a man next to him noticed something was wrong and used his finger to check his breathing. It turned out that Old Man Zhao was no longer breathing.

Seeing that human life was on the line, the onlookers were afraid to avoid it.

Several men gave up the idea of ​​causing trouble any more and left as if running away.

Zhao Erhu's mother-in-law screamed repeatedly, grabbed her bag and ran towards the trail outside the town.

"Old Wolf, it's up to you next time."

Ye Changan brushed off his clothes and left without leaving any merit or fame.

Old Man Zhao's sudden death was naturally attributed to the stone in his hand. The situation was chaotic and no one would notice the stone he popped out.

Now the Zhao family is even more empty. No one has even gone to the government to complain, let alone anyone to do an autopsy.

As for Zhao Erhu's wife who escaped, she died in a wolf attack on the way back to her parents' home. Is it reasonable?

Ye Changan has no intention of bringing harm to his family.

If Zhao Erhu leaks some information to Old Man Zhao and his mother-in-law, and others discover that the disappearance of those three people may be related to the Ye family, there will be endless troubles.

Moreover, relying on Zhao Erhu's fierce power, these two people did many things to bully their neighbors.

Ye Changan didn't feel any psychological burden from killing them, and now he has completely ignored the whole thing.

Who would have thought that such meticulous means could be carried out by a 16-year-old boy?
"Brother Chang'an, you really want to go to the black market. I heard it's very dangerous there."

Ye Rouer frowned nicely, grabbed Ye Changan's sleeves with both hands and refused to let go.

Squeezing Ye Rouer's little face, Ye Changan smiled and said: "Your brother and I are already a ninth-level martial artist, what are you afraid of?"

Ye Rouer wrinkled her nose, snorted softly, and then ran to the back room.

Ye Changan smiled lightly, pushed open the door, and left the town despite the wind and snow.

The black market is in the suburbs south of Nanchuan City.

Although it is called a black market, it is actually nothing special. It is even much safer than some ordinary markets in the city.

They are not all rare treasures as written in the storybook. Most of them are ordinary people selling ordinary things such as grain and game.The main reason why these people choose to sell on the black market is because the government also collects a transaction tax.

These small businesses already have slim profits, and adding taxes almost equals a loss.

Therefore, most farmers prefer to trade on the black market even if they pay the admission fee.

"The entrance fee is ten cents."

A shirtless man with a green dragon tattooed on his arm stopped Ye Changan who was about to enter the black market.

Ye Changan took out ten copper coins from his arms and handed them to the big man before he was let go.

At a glance, the small black market is bustling with passers-by, and it is no less popular than the market in the city.

Although the probability of meeting an acquaintance in the black market is low, Ye Changan still covered himself with a black scarf. There are not a few people who behave like him in the black market.

"Sorghum noodles cost eight cents per catty, so they're cheap."

"Fresh crucian carp, come and see, come and see."

"Freshly shot pheasant, fifty cents each."

When Ye Changan came to the black market for the first time, he felt as if he had entered a vegetable market, and all he could hear were the sounds of selling.

But the managers in black who constantly patrolled the crowd showed that this market was anything but ordinary.

There must be some shady transactions in the black market, but ordinary people simply cannot enter that circle.

Ye Changan found a spacious place and spread a piece of linen cloth one meter long and wide on the ground.

Then he put the game in the bag that the old wolf had sent last night on the cloth.

"Fresh game, come and see, come and see."

Ye Changan imitated those hawkers and started selling.

Originally, he wanted to buy some rare medicinal herbs, but he thought they were too eye-catching, so he finally settled for selling some game meat.

The wild animals he sells are different from ordinary pheasants and hares, but rare things like roe deer and fallow deer.

He worked in sales for a period of time in his previous life and knew the importance of differentiation.

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After suffering the cold all morning, I was stunned that not a single one was sold.

This was also within Ye Changan's expectation. Most of the people willing to accept these items were purchasers from restaurants.

They don't come to the black market so frequently.

Just after midnight, the sun was half-hiding from the clouds like a lute.

Ye Changan was enjoying the sunshine comfortably. Just as he was stretching, a veiled woman appeared in front of his stall.

"Business is picking up."

He cheered up and said politely to the woman, "Is this lady buying game?"

I saw that the woman in front of me had a beautiful figure, she was frighteningly big, and her long legs were perfectly proportioned. Even though her face was covered, she could guess that she must be pretty.

The masked woman said, "How do you sell this venison?"

Ye Changan: "How about giving you a big buck for each end?"

The deer was young and didn't have much meat, so the price quoted by Ye Changan was quite fair.

The masked woman was very happy and threw a heavy bundle of silver on the linen: "Little boss, please wrap it up for me. I want it all."

"Okay."

Ye Changan skillfully wrapped the wild things in linen.

When he was about to hand it to the masked woman, the woman said: "Little boss, please send these to Chunse Building, and then someone will give you money to run away."

"Chunselou?"

Hearing this name, Ye Changan's expression gradually became strange.

(End of this chapter)