Although my second and third aunts are twins and look quite alike, no one would mistake them for each other. This is because my third aunt exudes a scholarly air about her.
She's sitting there now, her back straight, her neck snow-white, and even without saying a word, she looks like a swan.
He Jianian considers himself an intellectual, but he's just trying to imitate someone and ending up with a poor imitation. Auntie San is the real cultured person. That scholarly air comes from within.
When Auntie saw Song Yan staring at her, she smiled, like a plum blossom suddenly blooming in the cold winter. "Don't you recognize me?"
They look remarkably alike, yet their temperaments are completely different.
Song Yan: "How could that be? Third Aunt is still the same, she hasn't changed." Only, she has become more scholarly.
"But our Xiaoyan has become more beautiful, and she knows how to be filial to her parents. Now her second and third aunts can also benefit from her beauty." The second aunt really does look more energetic than yesterday.
After exchanging a few pleasantries, Song Yan took the pulse of his third aunt. Her condition was exactly the same as his second aunt's, only milder. Song Yan also wrote a prescription for his third aunt and took out a packet of ginseng slices, instructing her to hold them under her tongue…
After leaving his aunt's house, Song Yan headed straight for the black market he remembered. After all, he grew up in this city and was familiar with many places.
Song Yan found a quiet, secluded spot, changed his clothes, put on a mask, carried a large willow basket on his back, and headed towards the black market.
The vendors were scattered about, and both sellers and buyers tried to keep their voices down, much like in Huxian County, but on a larger scale.
Song Yan's rabbits are big and very popular; eight were sold in no time.
After selling everything, Song Yan wandered around the black market.
Song Yan wandered around the black market for two hours, observing carefully. At the entrance to the black market, there was a begging child.
Asking for money here is interesting!
The beggars nowadays are genuinely begging, asking for a steamed bun or half a bowl of noodles. But this boy, barely out of school, had a bowl in front of him; he was simply asking for money. He didn't care at all whether he would get any. He stood up and left, and another child immediately took his place.
They were on lookout duty.
With Qin Laoda's cooperation, Song Yan was even more willing to wholesale. Besides, she needed money right now, and selling herself was too slow; she didn't have the time.
Two cents were put in the child's bowl. The boy was surprised and quickly said thank you.
"No need to thank me. I'd like to ask about something. I have a batch of good stuff that I can't sell myself. Could you help me find out if anyone would be willing to buy it? Could you put in a good word for me?" Song Yan asked.
The boy was stunned. "Me? I'm just a beggar?"
"This is the first time I've ever seen a beggar who acts as a lookout!" Song Yan said and left.
This city is so big, there's more than one black market; it's just that the original owner only knew about this one. If you're willing to inquire, you can find other places.
Someone I met earlier suggested going to the south of the city to buy something, saying the things there are pretty good. Song Yan glanced at the sun, estimating he still had time, and decided to head to the south of the city.
The area south of the city is quite large; Song Yan might as well try his luck and find a black market.
The black market is a clandestine operation, located in secluded places. You have to walk quite a distance to find public transportation.
Someone was actually following him. Song Yan suddenly darted into an alley. The person following him took a few quick steps, but Song Yan, who was hiding around the corner, grabbed him. "Why are you following me?"
"I am..." He suddenly stopped, feeling something hard pressing against his waist. He glanced sideways and saw it was a knife.
I never expected that this gentle-speaking girl would suddenly pull out a knife.
"Don't be like that! Harmony brings wealth, doesn't it?"
Song Yan sheathed his sword. If he wanted to deal with them, he absolutely could not be weak.
"That's right, ma'am, what good stuff do you have?" His words were slick and oily. He wasn't tall, always smiling, and didn't seem very old.
"How much? How much do you want? Do you get to decide?" Song Yan asked bluntly.
"Sure, that's what I do, why wouldn't my word count?" He still smiled.
Song Yan ignored him and turned to leave. The man reached out and grabbed Song Yan, who brandished his knife. Clearly, Song Yan looked down on him as a lowly henchman.
The young man, who was always pulling out his knife, stopped joking around and said, "You're quite arrogant, but you should know that if a few rabbits alarm our boss, your knife won't be effective!"
Song Yan stopped and looked at the person carefully. "What's your name?"
"Just call me Gangzi. Your products are good, I'll keep them!" Gangzi said.
"A hundred? Can you really make that decision?" Song Yan was also testing the waters.
Gangzi was taken aback. He had only intended to make a few cents by reselling the goods. He hadn't expected it to be so much. If it really was this much, he couldn't keep it himself, nor would he dare to.
"Where is it? I want to see it!" Gangzi said.
"Look? Then you just want the goods, and I'm done with it, right?" Song Yan's wariness was very obvious.
Gangzi felt that the girl wearing a mask was not very old, but she was not easy to fool when she spoke.
“If you have enough goods, you can deliver them directly. The price will definitely be fair,” Gangzi said.
Where to send it?
"Come find me directly on the black market."
"There are too many items; they can't be sent directly to the black market."
Gangzi was taken aback. Couldn't they just deliver it directly? "I'll find you a yard!"
"I'll leave the location to you! I have a large volume of goods, so I need a spacious place. Where can I find you after the goods are delivered?" Song Yan wasn't in a hurry to negotiate. He wanted them to see the goods...
Gangzi designated a courtyard not far from the black market. The house was spacious and had a stove.
"Give me the key!" Song Yan reached out his hand.
"What's the meaning?"
“My boss doesn’t want anyone else to see the unloading. I’ll call you to come and see when there’s cargo!” Song Yan acted quite arrogantly.
"You're just playing games! Don't try to fool our boss! You'll get what's coming to you! Go find some beggars." Gangzi threw down the keys. He didn't really believe Song Yan's words; if something was missing, he would try to negotiate the price down and make a profit.
As Gangzi left, Song Yan added, "Don't leave anyone around. If I'm not satisfied here, I can go to the South City!"
"Okay!" Gangzi replied irritably.
This girl is a bit unlikable.
As Song Yan left, he still felt someone was following him, though from a distance. In truth, neither of them trusted the other. Letting them follow him all the way home? Impossible…
I heard they lost them again, Gangzi is furious! This time he sent several people, and they were following from a distance, but they still got lost.
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