In the 1960s, my whole family was murdered by my enemies.

After Zhang Lin left for a long distance, he removed the disguise talisman.

Count the harvest as you go.

More than a dozen pheasants were sold, a few native chickens were sold, nineteen braids were sold, three watches and a sewing machine were reserved for pick up tomorrow.

Dozens of popsicles were sold.

Someone else ordered a 30-year-old ginseng.

Earned several hundred dollars.

The next day, Zhang Lin arrived at the designated location and gave the sewing machine to the uncle. Just as he arrived at the black market and gave the code, a middle-aged man walked out from the yard next door.

"Little brother, I heard that someone has ordered ginseng and a sewing machine from you?"

Zhang Lin has been using dark and thin young men recently, and he gave himself a name, Wang Da.

Hearing this, her eyes moved.

Use the basic Qi-gazing technique.

This person has strong luck, but there is black air spreading between his eyebrows.

Zhang Lin nodded calmly and said cautiously, "I did dig some ginseng when I went back to my hometown, but there is only one sewing machine, and it has been reserved."

The middle-aged man's eyes lit up, he put his arm around Zhang Lin's shoulders enthusiastically, and walked into the yard.

Zhang Lin had long sensed that there were several slight breathing sounds in the yard, which he could tell were from a martial artist. There was also a normal breathing sound, which should be the number one or number two in the black market.

There is only one large fixed black market in the county, with two big bosses.

It is hard to say what the background is that has allowed it to stand in the county for so many years.

Zhang Lin is a man of great skill and courage. Not to mention three people, even if there are thirty people, Zhang Lin dares to take the risk.

Besides, even if she couldn't win, she was an excellent runner after taking the marrow cleansing pills and the strength pills.

With life-extending pills and disease-curing talismans in her hands, and a disguise talisman as well, she had nothing to be afraid of.

The middle-aged man and the people who were secretly observing her in the yard smiled when they saw Zhang Lin's calm look.

So brave!

Just from this point, it can be seen that this is a ruthless person.

And he's also a tough guy who has the ability to find good stuff.

The smiles of middle-aged people are more sincere and genuine.

Arriving at the yard, Zhang Lin raised his eyebrows.

This was the most luxurious courtyard she had seen since her rebirth.

Although it is not big, it has carved railings and jade bricks, bluestone floors, and the main house is exquisite and grand, and it has two floors!

Compared with the simple outer wall of the courtyard, it looks like two courtyards. From the outside, no one could guess what the scene inside would be like.

The courtyard wall is also very high, and there are pieces of broken glass on it to prevent climbing.

Once you enter the main room, it suddenly becomes simple.

The furnishings are simple, grand and low-key.

Although the furniture should be of some significance, it is not very eye-catching.

A middle-aged man was drinking tea with an elegant demeanor.

"Little brother, is your surname Wang?"

The middle-aged man did not have the popular square face, but a horse face. However, it did not look strange at first glance. With a long philtrum, a high nose bridge, and thin lips with a smile, he actually had a sense of familiarity.

There is a sense of contradiction and conflict.

Zhang Lin's eyes narrowed.

This person is definitely the luckiest person she has ever seen, except for the villain and the heroine. He is much stronger than her father.

"Wang Da, what can I do for you, uncle?"

Zhang Lin pretended to be ignorant of etiquette and acted straightforward and frank, and did not ask the middle-aged man's name.

But she knew him; he had been in the black market for some time. She had already found out that the boss of the black market was a middle-aged man, said to be from another place, with the surname He.

People call him Mr. He.

In this society where everyone is called gay, this man is respectfully addressed as Mr. and is not shy about it, which shows how strong his background is.

What Zhang Lin didn't expect was that Mr. He spoke the local dialect, which was not fluent but acceptable, and it was impossible to tell where he was from.

Unfortunately, from his powerful luck, black energy as black as ink was bubbling out.

Zhang Lin's eyes froze, and he used the Qi-gazing technique to look around.

In this room, except for a young man who looked like a bodyguard or thug, everyone else was emitting black air.

Mr. He has the most evil aura, and it can be seen that it is directed at him. The others are just innocent victims.

Mr. He smiled noncommittally and nodded, "I heard that Brother Wang can get ginseng? I wonder if he has a hundred-year-old ginseng?"

Zhang Lin was not surprised at all. When he heard the middle-aged man mention ginseng before, he knew that some important person must be in need of old ginseng.

"There are some from the 1950s..."

Zhang Lin hesitated.

Mr. He's pupils shrank, he smiled as if in spring breeze, stood up and asked Zhang Lin to sit down.

"Ergou, serve the tea."

The middle-aged man who brought Zhang Lin in, his nickname is Ergou?

The corners of Zhang Lin's mouth twitched. Although most children of this generation had nicknames, he couldn't bear to see someone in his thirties or forties still being called Ergou.

Ergou didn't mind and served tea quickly.

Zhang Lin didn't drink it. She was too young and it was not good for her to drink tea.

Mr. He smiled slightly, thinking that Zhang Lin was being cautious, and didn't care.

After all, if Zhang Lin drank the tea so recklessly, he would look down on her.

"To be honest, Brother Wang, my elder is seriously ill and I am looking for a hundred-year-old ginseng. If Brother Wang has a way, I can negotiate the price."

……

The two of them communicated several times, and finally Zhang Lin breathed a sigh of relief and offered to help him find it.

Mr. He didn't ask any more questions. He knew everything clearly and ordered a 50-year-old ginseng from Zhang Lin first.

He also said that he would buy as many ginseng as possible that was a hundred years old.

But Zhang Lin didn't admit it.

This thing is not cabbage. Even though it is not as over-developed as in later times and it is rare to see hundred-year-old ginseng, it is still a rare thing.

After leaving the yard, Zhang Li was arranged to the best stall in the black market under the friendly escort of Ergou.

The looks of the people around him changed immediately.

The uncle selling pork looked at Zhang Lin with shining eyes.

This guy is awesome. Not only can he find good stuff, but he can also get in touch with the bigwigs in the black market so quickly.

Looking at the butler's demeanor, it doesn't look like he took the initiative to stick to her...

He has to hold on to this thigh!

The vendors at the black market all call Ergou the butler.

No one knows his name is Ergou, nor does anyone know his real name. When people talk about him, they all call him the butler.

Anyway, Mr. He and the others all knew that she had ginseng, so Zhang Lin didn't hesitate to sell several ginsengs that were 20 to 30 years old, a 50-year-old Ganoderma lucidum, and several younger Polygonum multiflorum.

Mr. He, who was observing her silently, nodded in understanding.

He knew that this kid was not telling the truth and there were many good things.

These precious medicinal materials of low age can be taken away at will, and there is no guarantee that some of them are actually a hundred years old.

Perhaps, the people behind him have been around for a hundred years.

Mr. He did not believe that Zhang Lin had obtained so many medicinal herbs by himself.

It should be this kid’s hometown, somewhere deep in the mountains and forests, rich in wild medicinal herbs.

He is just a representative who comes out to sell...

This guess is reasonable, and it is also an old trick used by people who buy certain good things in large quantities in the black market.

Zhang Lin felt that someone was observing her silently, but she didn't care.

Anyway, once I change my disguise, no one will recognize me!

If you want to find her, it’s faster to dream.

When leaving the black market, Zhang Lin not only sold some low-year medicinal materials, but also bought a lot of pheasants and wild boar meat.

Looking at the freshly baked wild boar meat, Mr. He felt that his guess was right.