"Ahem, no, I'm buying it as a gift. How can I sell it?"

The vendor's eyes flashed with cunning, and he said with a smile: "This is the best wild deer antler. Here are three pieces. Give me this number!"

As he spoke, he extended three fingers mysteriously.

Thirty dollars?

The things are good, but Lu Qingyang thinks they are still a bit expensive.

He shook his head, looking embarrassed: "Too expensive."

When the vendor heard this, he immediately started to talk nonsense: "Is this expensive? This is the lowest price I can offer! Good things like this are hard to come by! Men come to replenish their bodies, and every step is accurate."

"Twenty, that's the price. I'll take it away right away."

"Lu Qingyang didn't know much about the velvet antler market, but he made a rough calculation based on his past memory and current prices, and estimated that around 20 yuan should be a reasonable price.

But it is so difficult to make money now, he has to spend frugally.

"Seeing that you really want it, how about this, we both make a concession and pay twenty taels?" the peddler suggested tentatively.

Lu Qingyang didn't say anything and was about to leave.

The vendor saw this and called out, "Don't worry, come back! Let's discuss this."

How can you lose money when doing business? Just listen to what these businessmen say.

"It's only twenty. Will you sell it?"

"Okay, I'll sell it! I'll sell it! You're quite a capable young comrade."

Lu Qingyang saw that there were ginsengs on his stall. "Yes, do you sell ginsengs here?"

"Yes, brother. If you have any, you can bring it to me and sell it. I promise to give you a good price. But I am Kong Laoliu, and I only buy good wild ginseng. I don't care about the ordinary ones."

Lu Qingyang nodded thoughtfully, "Okay, I know."

Ginseng is not abundant in Anling, but that doesn't mean there is no ginseng. Take some time to redeem your luck points and give it a try.

The things sold on the black market are richer than those sold at the supply and marketing stations, and there are also many rare snacks.

Lu Qingyang bought some snacks that were not available at the supply and marketing station. The ones he bought before were consumed faster than he expected, probably because Shen Mo was there.

And Shen Mo, at this moment, was standing in front of the egg cake stall, drooling.

"It smells so good, Lu Qingyang, I want to eat it!"

Lu Qingyang took out a few dimes without hesitation and exchanged them for a bag of hot chicken cakes. "Here, enjoy it slowly, don't rush."

I almost forgot that the main purpose of their trip was to buy a pot.

After much difficulty, they found a vendor selling hotpots. After selecting and choosing, Lu Qingyang bought the last bite, and then bought another bite and waited.

It can be installed on the stove, so you can cook and eat on the stove in the future.

Shen Mo stuck a piece of meat pot on the back of the turtle, and it looked exactly like a turtle.

Passersby around laughed at her with good intentions, mixed with a few compliments: "Look at this little girl, she's really strong!"

A man on sentry duty rushed into the crowd with a nervous look on his face. He shouted, "Not good! The inspectors are here, everyone, evacuate!"

These people probably encountered this kind of thing frequently, so they packed up their things very quickly and ran away as soon as they turned around.

After a while, the once bustling black market became deserted.

Shen Mo was carrying an iron pot on her back and holding something in her hands. Her steps were so brisk that Uncle Tie and Lu Qingyang could not catch up with her and could only chase after her, panting.

When they ran out, the three of them looked at each other and started laughing.

"Come a few times and you'll get used to it."

Uncle Tie was breathing heavily as he took the two bags of items from Lu Qingyang's hands with his baggy hands and placed them steadily on the carriage, his words revealing the indifference of a veteran.

They had no intention of staying in Songling Town any longer, so the three of them quickly drove back home, the wheels rumbling and raising dust all the way.

Shen Mo touched her belly and took out an egg cake. This time she didn't keep it all to herself.

First, I gave myself an uncle named Tie, and then I gave myself a Lu Qingyang, and only then did I feel at ease to start enjoying the remaining delicacies.

Shen Mo took a bite of the soft egg cake and showed a satisfied expression on her face, "It's delicious."

In just a moment, she had wiped out the entire bag of egg cakes like a whirlwind. Still not satisfied, she naturally reached out to the sticky bean buns beside her.

Seeing that the sky was gloomy and something seemed wrong, Uncle Tie took a detour.

The small road is closer, but not as safe as the main road.

It was also a coincidence that there happened to be two fugitives on the road. After waiting for a long time, they finally saw a carriage passing by, and their eyes suddenly lit up.

They were cold and hungry, and seeing that the carriage was loaded with a lot of things, they decided to rob it immediately.

Uncle Tie was completely confused for a moment. He was stopped without knowing what was going on. He was very nervous and did not dare to get off the bus. He just asked carefully, "Comrades, do you want to take a ride?"

The man grinned, his smile carrying a bit of cunning and slyness, "Hehe, yes."

The two of them laughed in a lewd and disgusting way, and their eyes kept wandering over Shen Mo with some ill intentions.

"Hey, there's a cute little girl here."

Lu Qingyang and Uncle Tie were also alert and came over immediately. Suddenly, a man rushed towards Uncle Tie.

The other man quietly moved behind Lu Qingyang, ready to subdue him.

From the beginning to the end, they just thought that Shen Mo was a weak little girl, and simply ignored her and did not take her seriously.

Lu Qingyang was quick-witted and quick-handed. He instantly drew out the sharp saber he carried with him and engaged in a fight with his opponent.

The machete in the guy's hand flashed with cold light, and it was almost touching Lu Qingyang's cheek.

Shen Mo also responded immediately and came over, picked up the hot pot, and hit Xiao Han on the head several times viciously.

The man turned around, his eyes sparkling: "You...you hit me."

Shen Mo hit him a few times, then smashed his head with an expressionless face.

The man turned around a few times and fell to the ground.

The other Hanyuan wanted to save some bullets, so he took the iron hunting rifle from his back and prepared to kill Uncle Tie first.

Lu Qingyang didn't care about so much, and exchanged all the 30 luck points he had saved before, just hoping that the gun would not hit Uncle Tie.

The man pulled the trigger and "bang", but no one was hit.

The shotgun exploded from behind, directly injuring his eye.

"My eyes, my eyes can't see." The man covered his eyes and rolled on the ground, wailing.

Shen Mo stepped forward, snatched the gun from his hand, and hit him several times with the gun handle, "Don't scream, if it hurts, just die! It won't hurt if you die."