When the man saw that Chen Changyuan was not buying it, he immediately became angry and embarrassed. He rolled up his sleeves and made a gesture to attack.

"What? Still want to take action?"

Chen Changyuan sneered, calmly took out a hunting rifle from the sack, and pointed the black muzzle at the man.

The man turned pale with fear when he saw this, and he said tremblingly:

"No...I don't dare anymore. I...I don't want it anymore..."

After saying that, he ran away in shame.

Chen Changyuan snorted coldly and put away the hunting rifle.

He looked around and found that everyone around him was looking at him with awe, obviously shocked by his actions just now.

Just then, a middle-aged man in a suit and tie and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses walked over.

He looked gentle and refined, holding a book in his hand, and was out of place with his surroundings.

"Hey little brother, I'll give you a hundred yuan for this old ginseng. What do you think?"

The man pushed up his glasses and spoke gently.

Chen Changyuan looked the other person up and down, and saw that he had an extraordinary temperament and did not look like an ordinary person. He secretly guessed the other person's identity in his heart.

"Deal!" Chen Changyuan agreed decisively without hesitation.

The man smiled slightly, took out a stack of banknotes from his pocket and handed it to Chen Changyuan.

Chen Changyuan took the money, counted it, and after confirming that it was correct, he handed the century-old ginseng to the other party.

"It's a pleasure to work with you." The man took the ginseng, looked at it carefully, and a satisfied smile appeared on his face.

"It's a pleasure working with you." Chen Changyuan responded with a smile, but he secretly breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

He originally thought that this old ginseng would be difficult to sell, but he didn't expect to find a buyer so quickly, and the price was much higher than he expected.

"Little brother, I see that you are a straightforward person. If you have such good things in the future, you can come to me again."

Before leaving, the man handed Chen Changyuan a business card and said, "My last name is Li. You can call me Mr. Li."

Chen Changyuan took the business card handed to him by Mr. Li, took a closer look at it, and put it in his arms, thinking secretly in his mind.

Mr. Li is so straightforward, obviously a very particular person.

The two agreed to meet at the black market in half a month. Chen Changyuan bowed and said goodbye, then walked straight into the depths of the market.

He was not in a hurry to go back, but planned to use the money to buy some good things for his family. After all, he was now shouldering an important mission after his rebirth.

He walked to a grain store that sold the finest rice and flour.

Chen Changyuan bought 20 kilograms of refined rice and 10 kilograms of white flour without hesitation, and took a few cans of food from the shelf.

"Uncle, these are the best, right?" he asked the boss.

"Of course, if the top-quality goods weren't meant for the nobles in the nearby city, I really wouldn't be willing to sell them to you country folk," the boss said with a smile.

Chen Changyuan took out the money without hesitation, carried the food out of the store, and felt particularly good.

I was happily shopping when I suddenly heard someone shouting not far away, "Hey, isn't this Changyuan? What rare thing are you carrying?"

Chen Changyuan looked closely and saw that it was Sanbengzi, the famous troublemaker in the village.

This man had a monkey face and his eyes were slyly looking up and down at the bag in Chen Changyuan's hand, and he was obviously angry.

"Changyuan, have you made a fortune recently? Why are you holding only refined rice and flour? And canned food! Did you make a fortune hunting?"

There was confusion and envy in Sanbengzi's eyes, as if he wanted to find out everything clearly.

Chen Changyuan was too lazy to say more to a person like him, and said lightly:

"I picked some mountain products and sold them to buy some for my mother's better food."

He spoke briefly and didn't want to waste time, but Sanbengzi was not willing to let him go easily.

"Tsk tsk, how filial. But, how can mountain products be worth so much money? Did you hunt something rare?"

Sanbengzi continued to ask questions relentlessly, his posture and tone full of suspicion.

"There are plenty of wild animals in the mountains. It doesn't matter if you don't believe me. I have to go back quickly anyway. My mother is waiting for me."

Chen Changyuan didn't want to get entangled with him, so he smiled slightly, indicating that he had no intention of saying more.

Seeing his calm expression, Sanbengzi felt even more suspicious.

He rolled his eyes and changed the subject, "Those bastards in our village have been getting a lot of goodies from the mountains lately. I heard a few days ago that a hunting team in the mountains had their eyes on us."

With just one sentence, he led the topic to a sensitive area.

Chen Changyuan snorted coldly, knowing that this three-wheeled man probably had ulterior motives.

He was too lazy to pay attention and continued walking forward after stepping over the three-wheeled motorcycle.

Seeing that he couldn't persuade him, Sanbengzi stood there sullenly, looking at Chen Changyuan's back, his eyes full of jealousy and secret calculations.

It was late at night and the village was particularly quiet, with only the faint sound of dogs barking.

Sanbengzi came out stealthily from the corner, with an indescribable strange expression on his face. He walked to the door of Zhou's house and knocked gently.

Hearing someone knocking on the door, Xiaoya came out of the room, wearing an old coat, and was washing clothes in front of the washing table.

She looked up and saw Sanbengzi, and hesitated for a moment, "Sanbengzi, what are you doing here so late?"

Sanbengzi smiled obscenely and glanced at Xiaoya's wrist. Seeing a conspicuous bruise on it, he frowned slightly, but quickly concealed it.

"Sister Xiaoya, is Big Brother Zhu home? I have something to talk to him about."

Xiaoya didn't say much, just whispered.

"He's drinking, go find him yourself." She turned around and continued washing clothes.

Sanbengzi raised his eyebrows, knowing that Zhou Dazhu would be difficult to provoke after drinking, but the situation was urgent, so he had to bite the bullet and walk into the main hall.

He saw Zhou Dazhui lying on the table with his wine glass overturned and several empty wine bottles scattered on the table. It was obvious that he had almost finished drinking.

"Brother Zhou, Brother Zhou, wake up."

Sanbengzi pushed Zhou Dazhu cautiously, and the push interrupted Zhou Dazhu's snoring.

Zhou Dazhu opened his eyes slightly, looked at Sanbengzi's face in a daze, and frowned.

"You thief, what are you doing knocking on my door in the middle of the night?"

Sanbengzi quickly apologized with a smile:

"Brother Zhou, I really have something urgent to do. Today I saw Chen Changyuan bringing home a lot of goodies, all valuable refined rice and flour, as well as canned food. He's incredibly filial and treats his mother very well."

Zhou Dazhu frowned even more after hearing this. He grabbed Sanbengzi by the collar and shouted:

"Why are you asking about this? Changyuan is just lucky. If you dare to have any tricks, I will kick you to death."

Sanbengzi was startled by the pinch, but he knew what was going on and was not too scared. He quickly explained:

"Brother Zhou, don't get me wrong. I just thought that this kid bought so many things. It's not a good thing to bring them to the village. It's hard to guarantee that he won't cause trouble. I just came to warn him."

Zhou Dazhu snorted coldly, "Stop talking nonsense, what's going on?"