The black wooden statue that Ye Jibai handed to her was a treasure. Inside was a bright black crystal stone. She saw what it was. She thought there were only two statues. It seems that she guessed wrong. There are actually five.

Now he has the Lu found in the black market, the Xi sent to him by Master Zhou, the Shou found in the Fu family, and the fortune given to him by Ye Jibai. The only thing left is the last black wooden statue, Fu.

Lin Weiwan knew where the last statue was and hoped that she would be lucky enough to see it.

Last night, I put all the cash except the 6,000 yuan outside. I also put all the jewelry in the box into the space. Now the space still has no reaction.

After chatting for a while, Lin Weiwan lay on the bed to rest, and they headed south.

After several days and nights of train ride, my back and waist are sore. But this is still good. There is a place to lie down and sleep, which is the best.

We took out the letter of introduction and checked into the guesthouse. The main itinerary for the group was the largest wholesale market for Chinese medicinal materials, which is a century-old Chinese medicine market.

(Let me make a change here. It is now August 1979. In fact, after the reform and opening-up policy was implemented, this place was rebuilt and restored in 1979. It is one of the 17 Chinese herbal medicine wholesale markets in the country. It is the only legal Chinese herbal medicine market in Guangzhou.

Because the plot requires it, I changed the timeline a bit and made it fit. There is nothing I can do about it.)

These were two adjacent rooms, so Lin Weiwan and Wang Qiaoyun were naturally in the same room.

Lin Weiwan was the leader of this trip. Although it was not stated explicitly, both Wood Quan and Wang Qiaoyun knew that this trip was not just to find medicine, but also to find suitable business opportunities.

Over the past six months, more and more people have been engaging in speculation and profiteering. Even if they are caught, at most their goods are confiscated, and they are not arrested or severely punished.

As more and more young people return to their hometowns, the former state-owned factories are in short supply of workers.

In order to survive, some departments simply turned a blind eye.

"Businessmen" and "traders" may sound good, but they do support some people. They are not good at cheating or starving people to death.

Lin Weiwan took a good shower and felt much more refreshed. He walked out, wiped his hair, and sat in front of the window.

The next day, several people took the bus and went straight to the medicinal materials market.

After getting off the bus, I walked towards the newly built road, where I could see many vendors.

On one side of the road, there are stalls selling all kinds of goods.

Of course, there was nothing special about it. Lin Weiwan glanced at it and his eyes lit up.

"Let's go over there first." Lin Weiwan suddenly pointed to a street stall about a few meters away from the alley.

Lin Weiwan was talking, and the remaining three people certainly had no objection. They headed straight for the stall that Lin Weiwan mentioned.

There were two old ginsengs and some herbs on the stall. Almost all the stalls I passed by had the same display.

They looked like people who came from the countryside to make a living in the city. Occasionally, some drug dealers saw that the drugs were good and cheaper than those sold inside, so they bought them. No one objected to this.

Lin Weiwan squatted down. This time, all the clothes he wore were black, gray, blue shirt, trousers and black shoes.

The stall owner was an elderly man with gray hair, sitting there leisurely.

Lin Weiwan looked around and set his eyes on the pile of books at the back.

There is a book on the top, it looks quite old, the old man didn't even look at the people standing in front of the stall. He just kept reading the book in the 꿛 with great interest.

Lin Weiwan moved the stone of the book and looked through a pile of books. "Master, how are these books sold?"

The old man didn't even look up from his book. "Two cents and one dollar."

Lin Weiwan took out the two yellowed books that were tucked in. The pages of these two books were intact, except that the handwriting was a little blurry.

"Where are these two?" Lin Weiwan took out two books.

"Five yuan a piece." The old man still didn't raise his head, as if he knew what Lin Weiwan had just by looking at it.