My Past Life Simulator

   Chapter 287 286 [Black Market News]

  In the middle of the night, in the early hours of the morning, in a dilapidated village in the barren mountains and ridges, the lights were bright.

  He Zhao stood not far away to watch, and saw people in disguise from all directions, rushing in.

   "Spectacular."

   If he hadn't come here once in his previous life, he'd be really blinded.

  Black Market is located thirty miles away from Sichun City and at the foot of the mountain twenty-five miles away from Qingshan Village.

   It is said that he used to be a big Zhuangzi, but unfortunately he was attacked by bandits a few decades ago, and people were killed. There were rumors around that when passing by this place at night, a sob could be faintly heard.

   At the beginning, few people believed it at all. Later, more and more people encountered the same thing, and everyone unanimously marked it as a forbidden place. Even in broad daylight, I would rather go around a few more miles than pass through this place.

  So, the master who created the black market set his sights on the haunted Zhuangzi. After a period of operation, the big guy found that there was nothing to fear, and it gradually became prosperous.

   "Hot mutton soup, 30 wen a bowl, I guarantee you can't buy it, and you can't be fooled."

   "Steamed buns, pork and green onion stuffed buns, mouthful of oil in one bite."

   "Home-brewed rice wine is not expensive, it's cheap!"

   When you first entered the black market, the first thing that caught your eye were the various stalls on both sides of the street. Among them, most of them sell food, and there seem to be many customers.

   People wandering on the streets can tell at a glance that they are rich or poor. The clothes of the poor are worn out, and they need to be sewn and mended for three years. There is a black cloth on their face that was torn from nowhere. Just wrap it up.

   Rich people who are particular about their clothes are relatively low-key, and they can be seen from the fabrics. There is a black gauze on the face, which can cover the whole face on the one hand, and does not delay the sight on the other hand, which can be said to be the best of both worlds.

   In addition, there was another group of people wearing big hats on their heads, with a black veil hanging from the corners. Either holding it, straddling the waist, or carrying a variety of weapons, others will know that it is not easy to mess with at a glance.

   Of course, the lord of the black market is not without countermeasures. A group of burly men of five sizes and three thick men, wearing strong armor and holding long soldiers, patrolled every third and fifth time.

   If someone makes trouble, can one person beat more than a dozen, twenty, or even four or fifty people?

   A fierce tiger fighting alone cannot withstand the hordes of wolves.

   In addition to the hawkers on the road, some vacant houses have been converted into shops.

   Pawnshops, grocery stores, silk and satin shops, grain shops, wine shops, tea shops, inns, etc. are said to be black markets, but in fact, they are almost no different from small and medium-sized markets.

   In front of each shop, there is a big lantern with the words written on it, indicating what it is for.

   "Medicine Hall."

  He Zhao followed the crowd and searched step by step.

   "Let Let. Let Let"

   Behind, there was a commotion.

   Subconsciously turned his head to look, and saw a few reckless men with black veils on their faces, rudely and arrogantly pushing away the pedestrians who were blocking them.

   Seeing this, he hurried to the nearby inn.

   "Ouch!"

   "Who is it, does the patrol take care of you?"

   "Hey, as long as it's not a fight, people don't care about such little things."

   Everyone complained and cursed in a low voice.

   Several reckless men ran rampant all the way, reached the door of the inn, and walked in with big strides.

  The famous ruthless man stretched out his head curiously and looked inside. I saw a mysterious man shrouded in black robes, standing up from the table full of wine and meat, and came forward.

   "Mr. Shen?"

   The leading man asked tentatively.

   "Upstairs, there are many people downstairs." The mysterious man surnamed Shen nodded, his voice was hoarse and low, and he raised his hand and pointed upwards.

   "a book, not so much"

"To shut up!"

   The leader reprimanded the three subordinates, and then five of them went upstairs and disappeared from the sight of the drinker in the inn, and at the same time disappeared into He Zhao's eyes.

"interesting."

  The conversation between the two gangs of unknown origins was clearly heard by him.

   Maybe it's "Monkey Step", maybe it's "Eight Vajra Forms", in short, the ears are clear and the eyesight has become different from before.

   "But, it's none of my business?"

  The street returned to calm, and he continued to look for the medicine hall.

【medicine】

   After a while, he saw the words on a lantern hanging on the door of a shop.

   "Sir, there is a visitor."

   The guy sitting in the door immediately shouted at the counter.

"Um."

   The gentleman at the counter, after hearing this, put down the book in his hand and slowly got up.

"Guest officer, do you dare to ask if you're here to buy medicine or sell medicine? If you buy medicine, the pharmacists in our store are innocent and don't need to worry about buying fake products. The master of the black market said that for fake products, you must pay ten times the compensation. .

  If you come to sell medicine, our stores will be purchased at half the market price. Give money and keep more than those gangsters. "

   The guy stepped forward to greet him and invited him in.

   He Zhao had heard of this.

   All shops in the black market must pay a large sum of money. Once the fraudulent customers are reported, they will take out ten times the money to compensate.

  Of course, only in shops.

  If you are deceived by people who set up stalls and sell goods, they will ignore them.

   "Selling medicine."

   The voice fell, and he took out the wild ginseng wrapped in red cloth from his arms.

   "Yo, good harvest tonight."

  Mr. Yaktang saw at a glance that the wild ginseng was genuine, but the year was yet to be determined.

   "Get started."

   The other party took it with both hands, observed it carefully, and smelled it carefully.

   "Well, in terms of shape and smell, it is undoubtedly the real old wild ginseng. That special smell is not something that growers can grow. As for the age, look at its ginseng, at least twenty-five years.

  On the market, the price of wild ginseng for 25 years is about 300 taels. I will give you one hundred and sixty taels, and the extra ten taels of silver will count as a good start tonight. "

After Mr.    finished speaking, the man immediately handed over an exquisite wooden box.

"Snapped!"

   The box is tightly closed and placed under the counter.

   Immediately afterwards, he ordered one hundred and sixty taels of silver and pushed it to the table.

   "One ingot weighs ten taels. There is a scale in the store. If you don't believe it, you can weigh one. There are sixteen pieces in total, and you will receive both money and goods."

   "Thank you."

   He stuffed the sixteen ingots into his arms one by one and left without looking back.

  Scales?

  My lord, I will measure it with my hand, and I will know how many taels.

   "Sir, didn't you teach me that the difference between 20-year-old ginseng and 25-year-old ginseng is not big, and most people can't see it at all. Why, want."

   Before the man finished speaking, Mr. Yaotang waved his hand and interrupted.

   "Liu, be a person and do things with your feet on the ground. Once you do it against your conscience, there will be a second and third time. As the saying goes, there is no airtight wall in the world.

   After working for a long time, not only will the conscience deteriorate, but the matter will be exposed one day sooner or later. Suddenly, the reputation of our shop is bad, can we still eat this bowl of rice?

   Furthermore, the matter of dozens of taels of silver is not worth it! If the business is several thousand taels or tens of thousands of taels, the old man will eat his conscience. But, with so little money, who do you look down on? "

  The conversation between the two was not heard by He Zhao, who had already left.

   But for the old man who said that the mountain ginseng was twenty-five years old and gave him an extra 12 taels of silver, he remembered it in his heart.

   In the future, some good medicine will come to their house to sell!

  Or, when preparing the herbs for the second prescription of Sanshou Four Forms, buy them from this store.

   Leaving the medicine hall, he went straight to the West District.

  The black market is divided into two areas by the people behind the scenes, the east and the west.

  East District, regular shops, fake goods are not allowed.

  The West District is a small stall for all kinds of people, selling everything, mainly because most things are cheap. At the same time, there are a lot of fake goods, and being deceived can only be said to be self-inflicted.

   Stepping into the western area, I immediately felt the fiery atmosphere.

  From gold, silver and jade, down to furniture and clothes, everything is available.

  The owners who came to the black market were some poor people, thinking about selling things to subsidize their families. Some of them are thieves in the city, planning to sell the stolen goods for money.

   There are also bandits from all over the world who come here. When robbing money, most of them are merchants. After all, who has nothing to do with a lot of money running around?

   From here, you can see how tough the people who control the black market are.

   is not hard, and it can't hold back the lawless thieves. It's not hard, and it can't be suppressed even more. I look forward to the family gangs of the black market yellow stalls.

   "Brother, do you need medicated oil?"

   An unfamiliar voice sounded behind He Zhao. He turned his head to look, but saw a man with a black hood covering his head, only showing his eyes, nose, and mouth.

"Medicated oil?"

   "That's right, a bottle of medicated oil costs 22 taels of silver. Don't think it's expensive. Disciples in the outer courtyard can only buy one bottle every month. There are more, but no!"

  Wait a minute, no.

  Tang Yuankui once said that there was once a child from a wealthy family who used one bottle a day for training for thirty days.

   If you are only allowed to buy one bottle, how did the other party do it.

   Just the next second, he immediately returned to his senses.

   The unidentified disciples of the line in front of him dare to sell the medicinal oil on the black market.

  It is not impossible for the rich children to spend more money and buy from other disciples in the outer courtyard.

   "How much is the internal price?"

"What!"

   The medicated oil seller was stunned when he heard this.

   "What I mean is, how much money do you buy medicinal oil from someone else in the outer court?"

  “.”

   The person holding a bottle of medicinal oil twitched his eyelids.

   Never thought that it would make people see through it in an instant.

   "You can't be the one we do, right?"

"no."

"Forget it, it's also 22 taels. To tell you the truth, the price of the mutual buying and selling between the brothers in the door is 15 taels. Well, if I had no hope of entering the inner court, how could I have come to the black market with medicated oil to sell money. ."

   Twenty-two.

   He thought for a while and decided to buy it.

   One hundred and sixty taels of silver, not bad money!

"twenty."

   took out two ingots from his arms and put them in the hands of a disciple of Xingmen, and the other hand took back the medicinal oil from the other hand.

   "Thank you."

When    got the money, the man immediately disappeared into the crowd.

   It’s not that they don’t want to bargain, but they say they are firm, and they won’t sell if it’s not twenty. When you meet someone who is tough, don't think about disintegrating with words. Even if you say a flower, it should not be sold.

   "Brother, I have Liuhemen medicated oil, no more or no less twenty taels of silver."

   Seeing that there was a business, another person appeared.

"Can."

   He practiced "Monkey Step" and "Eight Vajra Forms" respectively, and the medicated oils of the two were just right for each other.

   What's more, the ambition is not only that, but also hope that he can crack the recipe of medicated oil.

   If you succeed, it will be of great benefit to your future cultivation.

   As for whether it is wishful thinking, you have to give it a try.

   Then he rejected the rest of the people who were going to sell medicated oil, and began to hang out in the West District.

  Antiques, unknown prescriptions, all kinds of weapons, I have met several people who sell children and girls.

   After a while, he stopped in front of a book stall.

   On the stalls, most of them are miscellaneous books, only the medical books in twos and threes are more prominent.

   "How to sell?"

   "Miscellaneous books are cheap, you can choose three copies for 100 yuan. If you buy a single copy, you will get 50 yuan a piece. The medical skills handed down by our ancestors can be bought for one tael of silver!"

   He personally does not believe in the medical books handed down by the stall owner’s ancestors.

   is really passed down by our ancestors, how can you still come to the black market to set up a stall?

  Either they stole from someone whose ancestors practiced medicine, or they got it cheaply from other means.

   He squatted in front of the book stand, picking and choosing, took four books, and flipped through them a little along the way.

   ""Zhang's Medical Technique", "Injecting Acupuncture Sutra of Na Qiqi", "Materia Medica", "Poison Medicine Post"."

   "Four taels of silver."

   The stall owner's voice fell, and the surnamed He got up and left.

   Do you look at me like a big head?

   "Hey, hey, don't go! You can negotiate the price, ask for the price in the sky, and pay back the money on the spot. Young man, don't be so temperamental, why don't you just leave?"

   "Half taels of silver!"

   Hearing that, he stopped and turned around to quote the price.

"What?"

  Uncle's, others are just talking about the price. You slashed at my aorta with a knife. It's really not a thing.

"Do not"

   Without waiting for the word [possible] to blurt out, he turned his head and continued to walk forward.

   ". OK, half two is half two."

  The stall owner, like a deflated ball, set up a stall in the West District at night.

  Three hours passed, but no one cared about it.

   Even those who are interested shook their heads and left after hearing the price.

   I finally met a buyer, but I can't let him run away.

"Snapped!"

  He Zhao reached into his arms, took out an ingot, and then took out a sharp knife from his waist, and chopped it with a click.

   "Half two, put away."

  The stall owner took the money and handed over the four books with heartache.

   He put away the book and strode out.

  Tonight is full of harvest, it's time to go home and sleep.

  What he didn't know was that there were a few pairs of eyes staring at him in the dark.

   "Follow up, I didn't expect to run errands for Manager Xu and meet a fat sheep. If you kill someone in the barren mountains, your body will be lost. The next day, you will only have a few bones left."

   "Boss Gu, there's no need to make extras, right? Judging from his body shape and footwork, he should be a trainer." The remaining subordinates raised different opinions.

   "Idiot, two fists can't beat four hands. What's more, we have weapons close by, so what are we afraid of? If you don't want to make a fortune, you can go back alone." After that, Boss Gu waved his hand, indicating that he was willing to follow.

   Several people looked at each other, gritted their teeth, and did it!

   Fat sheep must be slaughtered.

   (end of this chapter)