Chapter 63 Hold on to this thigh!

After Zhang Lin left Lao Yuan, he revoked the disguise talisman.

Count your harvest as you go.

We sold more than ten pheasants, a few native chickens, nineteen pairs of braids, three watches and a sewing machine, which we will pick up tomorrow.

I sold dozens of popsicles.

Someone also reserved a 30-year-old ginseng.

I made a few hundred.

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 reserved ginseng and sewing machines 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 elementary Qi-viewing technique.

This person has strong luck, but there is black energy 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 warmly, and walked into the yard.

Zhang Lin had long sensed that there were several faint breathing sounds in the yard, which were obviously those of 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 town, with two big bosses.

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

Zhang Lin is a skilled and courageous person. Not to mention three people, even if there are thirty people, Zhang Lin dares to break in.

Besides, even if she couldn't win, she would be an excellent runner after taking the Marrow Cleansing Pill and the Strength Pill.

With life-saving pills and disease-curing talismans in her hands, and a disguise talisman, 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.

Brave enough!

Just from this point, we can tell that this is a ruthless person.

And he's a tough guy who's capable of finding good stuff.

The middle-aged man's smile became more sincere and genuine.

Coming to 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 is two-story!

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

The courtyard wall was also very high, with pieces of broken glass inserted on it to prevent climbing.

Entering the main room, it suddenly becomes simple.

The layout is simple, elegant and low-key.

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

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

"My little brother's surname is 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 friendliness.

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 luckier 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 even 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 this black market was a middle-aged man, said to be from another place, and his last name was He.

People call him Mr. Ho.

In this society where everyone is called gay on the street, this man is respectfully addressed as Mr., and people don't shy away from it, which shows how powerful his background is.

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

Unfortunately, from within 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 filled with dark energy.

Mr. He had the most evil aura, and it was obvious that it was directed at him. The others were just innocent victims.

Mr. He smiled noncommittally and nodded, "I heard that Brother Wang can produce ginseng. I wonder if it is 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 need a very 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 was nicknamed Ergou.

The corners of Zhang Lin's mouth twitched. Although most children of this generation had bad names, it was unbearable to see a man 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 rashly, he would look down on her.

"To be honest with you, my elder is seriously ill and I am looking for a 100-year-old ginseng. If you have a way, I can negotiate the price."

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The two of them talked back and forth for a while, and finally Zhang Lin breathed a sigh of relief and offered to help him look for it.

Mr. He did not ask any further questions. He was clear in his mind and ordered a fifty-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 over-developed like in later generations 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 Ergou's friendly escort.

The eyes 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 top guys in the black market so quickly.

Looking at the butler's expression, it doesn't look like he put it there on his own initiative...

He has to hold on to this thigh!

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

No one knew his name was Ergou, nor did anyone know his real name. When people talked about him, they all called 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 had a lot of good things to say.

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, there are people behind him who have lived for a hundred years.

Mr. He did not think 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 some good things in large quantities on the black market.

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

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

If you want to find her, dreaming is faster.

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

Looking at the freshly-cooked wild boar, Mr. He felt even more that his guess was correct.