my past life simulator

Chapter 287 286 [Black market experience]

In the middle of the night, in the early hours of the morning, in a dilapidated village in the barren mountains, the lights were brightly lit.

He Zhao stood watching not far away, and saw people in disguise all around, rushing in one after another.

"It's spectacular."

If he hadn't come here once in his previous life, he might really be caught blind.

The black market is located 25 miles away from Sichun City, at the foot of the mountain [-] miles away from Qingshan Village.

It is said that he used to be a big Zhuangzi, but it was a pity that he was attacked by bandits decades ago and was killed completely.There are rumors around that when you pass by this place at night, you will faintly hear sobbing.

At first, few people believed it.Later, more and more people encountered the same thing, and everyone unanimously designated it as a forbidden area.Even in broad daylight, I would rather detour a few miles than pass by this place.

Therefore, 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 terrible, and it gradually became prosperous.

"Hot haggis soup, thirty yuan a bowl, I guarantee that you won't be at a loss if you buy it, and you won't be fooled if you buy it."

"Buns, stuffed with pork and scallions, full of oil in one bite."

"Homemade rice wine is not expensive, so sell it cheap!"

When entering the black market for the first time, the first thing that catches the eye is the various small 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 street can tell whether they are poor or rich at a glance.The clothes of the poor are worn out, and they have been mended for three years. There is a piece of black cloth torn off from nowhere on the face, just wrap it up.

The well-heeled people wear low-key clothes, but you can tell that they are worth a lot just by looking at the fabrics.There is a black veil on the face, on the one hand, it can cover the whole face, and on the other hand, it does not delay the line of sight, which can be described as the best of both worlds.

Besides, there was another group of people wearing big bamboo hats with black gauze around the corners.Either holding, or waist, or carrying all kinds of weapons, others will know that they are not easy to mess with at a glance.

Of course, the master of the black market is not without countermeasures.A group of tall and thick men, wearing solid armor and armed with long soldiers, patrolled every now and then.

If someone makes trouble, no matter how much one person can beat, can he beat a dozen, twenty, or even forty or fifty people?

A fierce tiger fighting alone cannot stand up to a pack of wolves.

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

Pawn shops, grocery stores, silk shops, grain shops, wine shops, tea shops, inns, etc., are said to be black markets, but in fact they are almost the same as small and medium-sized markets.

In front of each shop, there is a big lantern hanging, and the words written on it indicate the specific purpose.

"The medicine hall."

He Zhao followed the crowd and searched step by step.

"Let it be. Let it be"

In the rear, there was a commotion.

Subconsciously turning his head to look, he saw a few hulking men with black veils on their faces, brutally pushing away the pedestrians blocking them.

Seeing this, he hurried to the nearby inn.

"Ouch!"

"Who is it, the patrol doesn't care?"

"Hey, as long as there is no fight, people don't care about such small things."

Everyone complained and cursed in a low voice.

A few reckless men ran amok all the way, arrived at the door of the inn, and walked in with big strides.

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

"Mr. Shen?"

The leading man asked tentatively.

"Go 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 enough"

"To shut up!"

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

"interesting."

He could clearly hear the conversation between the two groups of people of unknown origin.

Maybe it's "Monkey Step", maybe it's "Vajra Eight Stances", in short, the eyes and ears are clear, and it 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 the lantern hanging on the door of a shop.

"Sir, we have a guest."

The guy sitting inside the door immediately yelled at the counter.

"Ah."

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

"Guest officer, may I ask if you are here to buy medicine or to sell medicine? If you are buying medicine, the medicine in our store is good for everyone, so you don't have to worry about buying fake products. The master of the black market said that any fake products will be compensated ten times .

If you come to sell medicine, our store will buy it at half the market price.The money given is kept more than those black-hearted gangs. "

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

He Zhao had heard about this.

All shops in the black market must pay a large amount of money.Once defrauded customers are reported, ten times the money will be paid out of it.

Of course, only for shops.

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

"Selling medicine."

After finishing the words, he took out the wild ginseng wrapped in red cloth from his arms.

"Hehe, I had a good harvest tonight."

Mr. Yaotang saw at a glance that the wild ginseng was genuine, but the year had 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. The special smell cannot be produced by the growers. The age, judging from the ginseng whiskers, is at least 25 years old.

On the market, the price of 25-year-old wild ginseng is about 300 taels.I'll give you 160 taels, and the extra ten taels of silver will be a good start tonight. "

After the gentleman finished speaking, the man immediately handed over a delicate wooden box.

"Snapped!"

The box is closed tightly and placed under the counter.

Immediately afterwards, he ordered 160 taels of silver and pushed it onto the table.

"One ingot weighs twelve taels. There are scales in the store. If you don't believe me, you can weigh it. There are sixteen in total, and the money and goods are equal."

"Thank you."

He stuffed sixteen ingots into his bosom one by one, and left without looking back.

秤？
Master, I can weigh it with my hand, and I will know how many taels.

"Sir, didn't you teach me that there is not much difference between 20-year-old wild ginseng and 25-year-old ginseng, and most people can't tell it at all. Why, do you want to?"

Before the man finished speaking, Mr. Yaotang interrupted with a wave.

"Xiao Liu, you have to be down-to-earth when you do things. If you do something against your conscience once, there will be a second or third time. As the saying goes, there is no impenetrable wall in the world.

After working for a long time, not only will the conscience deteriorate, but the matter will be exposed 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 it's a business of several thousand taels or tens of thousands of taels, the old man will eat his conscience if he can't help it.But, with such a small amount of money, who do you look down on? "

He Zhao, who had gone far away, did not hear the conversation between the two.

However, he kept in mind that the old man said that the wild ginseng was 25 years old and gave him an extra ten taels of silver.

In the future, if you have good medicine, you will come to their house to sell it!

Or, when preparing the medicinal materials for the second prescription of Sanshou Sishi, you can buy them from this store.

After leaving the medicine hall, he went straight to the West District.

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

In the East District, regular stores do not allow fake products.

In the West District, there are small stalls for all kinds of people, selling everything, mainly because most things are cheap.At the same time, there are also many fake products, and being deceived can only be said to be self-inflicted.

Stepping into the boundary of the West District, one can immediately feel the fiery atmosphere.

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

Some of the owners of the black market are poor people, thinking of selling something to subsidize their families.Some of them were thieves in the city who planned to sell the stolen goods for money.

There are also some bandits from all over the world who come here because of their fame. When they rob money, most of the goods they rob are merchants' goods.After all, who is free to run around with a lot of money?
From this, we can see how tough the people who control the black market are.

Not hard, can't restrain the lawless thieves and bandits.It's not hard, and it can't be suppressed, looking forward to the family gangs of the yellow stalls in the black market.

"Brother, do you need medicinal oil?"

A strange voice sounded behind He Zhao, he turned his head and saw a man with a black hood covering his head, only his eyes, nose, and mouth were exposed.

"Medicated oil?"

"That's right, a bottle of medicated oil for the first school, 20 taels of silver. Don't think it's expensive, the outer court disciples can only buy one bottle every month. Too much, no!"

Wait a minute, no.

Tang Yuankui once said that there was once a boy from a rich family who used one bottle a day for 30 consecutive days when training.

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

In the next second, he immediately came back to his senses.

The unknown disciples in front of him dared to sell the medicinal oil on the black market.

Then it is not impossible for the children of rich families to spend more money to buy from other outer court disciples.

"How much is the internal price?"

"What!"

The person who sold the medicinal oil was stunned when he heard the words.

"What I mean is, how much money do you need to buy medicinal oil from others as a member of the outer court?"

"."

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

Unexpectedly, people can see through it in an instant.

"You can't be one of us, right?"

"No."

"Forget it, it costs 20 taels, too. To tell you the truth, the price of buying and selling between brothers in the sect is 15 taels. Alas, if I had no hope of entering the inner court, how could I sell the medicinal oil on the black market for money?"

20 taels.
He thought for a while and decided to buy it.

160 taels of silver, not short of money!

"twenty."

He took out two ingots from his bosom and put them in the hands of a disciple of Xingyi, and took back the medicinal oil from the opponent's hand with the other hand.

"Thank you."

After getting the money, the man immediately disappeared into the crowd.

It's not that I don't want to bargain, but they are very firm, and I won't sell it for twenty.When you meet someone who is stubborn, don't try to disintegrate them with words. Even if you name a flower, you still don't sell it.

"Brother, I have Liuhemen medicated oil here, no more, no less 20 taels of silver."

Seeing that there was a business to do, another person appeared.

"can."

He practiced "Monkey Step" and "Eight Forms of Vajra" respectively, and the medicinal oils of the two are just right.

What's more, the ambition is more than that, and I hope that I can crack the prescription of the medicinal oil.

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

As for whether it is wishful thinking or not, I have to give it a try.

Afterwards, he rejected the rest of the people who were going to sell the medicinal oil, and began to wander around the West District.

Antiques, unknown prescriptions, all kinds of weapons, and even prostitutes have seen several of them.

Not long after, he stopped in front of a bookstall.

Most of the stalls are miscellaneous books, only medical books in twos and threes stand out.

"How to sell?"

"Miscellaneous books are cheap, you can choose three at random for [-] yuan. If you buy a single book, you can get [-] yuan each. The medical skills passed down by our ancestors are priced at one tael each!"

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

It was really handed down from the ancestors, how can you still come to the black market to set up a stall?
Either it was stolen from someone whose ancestors practiced medicine, or it was collected cheaply from other means.

He squatted in front of the bookstall, picked and picked, picked up four books, and flipped through them a little bit along the way.

""Zhang's Medical Technique", "Naqi Zhujing", "Materia Medica", "Poison Tie"."

"Four taels of silver."

After the stall owner finished speaking, the one surnamed He got up and left.

Don't you think I'm being taken advantage of?
"Hey, hey, don't leave! You can negotiate the price, ask for the price, and pay back the money on the spot. Young man, don't be so angry, why don't you just leave?"

"Half taels of silver!"

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

"What?"

Uncle, others just opened their mouths to bargain, and you slashed my aorta with a sharp knife. It's really not a joke.

"No"

Without waiting for the word "possible" to blurt out, he turned back and continued walking forward.

".Okay, half two is half two."

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

Three hours passed, and no one cared.

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

After finally meeting a buyer, we can't let him run away.

"Snapped!"

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

"Half tael, keep it."

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

He put away the book and walked out with big strides.

It's been a good night and it's time to go home and sleep.

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

"Follow up. I didn't expect to run errands for Manager Xu and meet a fat sheep. It's in the wilderness. After killing, the body is lost. The next day, there are only a few bones left."

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

"Idiot, two fists are no match for four hands. What's more, we have weapons at our side, so what are we afraid of? If you don't want to make a fortune, you can go back alone." After speaking, Boss Gu waved his hand, indicating that those who are willing to go follow.

Several people looked at each other, gritted their teeth, and did it!
The fat sheep must be slaughtered.

(End of this chapter)