Siheyuan starts with killing pigs

Chapter 23: First visit to the black market
"Why are you going to that place? It's a mixed bag of good and bad people there. In addition to those who specialize in buying and selling, there are even gangsters, swindlers, and three-handed thieves."

"Except for some families who really can't get rid of the pot, and some people who have no jobs and take risks and speculate, who will go with people who have serious jobs? If they are caught, at the very least, their illegal gains will be confiscated."

"If it's serious, you'll be sentenced to a labor camp. Huzi, don't get in there when your head gets hot!"

After hearing this, Uncle Zhao, who was already very drunk, couldn't help but cleverly put down his glass and persuaded Wang Hu earnestly.

"Don't worry, Uncle Zhao. I'm just curious. Let's go in and take a look. At most, I can buy a few wine tickets and buy a bottle of wine to drink when I get hungry. What's the danger?"

"As the saying goes, you can take advantage of others. Even if I really bought a drink ticket, stuffed it into my mouth and ate it, and others couldn't find it, there's nothing you can do to me, right?" After hearing this, Wang Hu hurriedly explained.

"Huzi, listen to your uncle, that place is not a good place, we won't go!" At this time, Aunt Wu also hurriedly came over to persuade.

"Okay, no, I won't go to the head office!" Wang Hu looked at Aunt Wu and wanted to continue nagging, so he hurriedly patted his chest and assured her.

After receiving Wang Hu's assurance, Aunt Wu finally put down her worries. She usually only ate steamed rice porridge, but now that she was eating meat and drinking alcohol, Aunt Wu was weak and couldn't bear it. She told Wang Hu and went straight to the door. Went to the toilet outside.

Seeing Aunt Wu walking away, Wang Hu took the opportunity to drink again. Uncle Zhao had a few drinks, which made Uncle Zhao, who had already drank too much, completely confused.

"Uncle Zhao, you have said so much, but you haven't told me where the black market is? Do you know that you don't know where the black market is? Are you bragging with me?" When Wang Hu saw Uncle Zhao, he was almost drunk. Yes, he asked deliberately and aggressively.

"Bragging? When your Uncle Zhao went to the black market, your kid wasn't even born yet! Let me tell you, there is nothing in the big or small black markets in Forty-Nine City that your Uncle Zhao doesn't know about."

"Our imperial capital has four cities and eight ghost markets. Xicheng is the largest one based on the old imperial city. There are also Beixiao City at Deshengmen, Xixiao City at Xuanwumen, Dongxiao City at Chongwenmen, and Dongzhimen City. , and also outside the Tianqiao, Gaoliang Bridge, and Chaoyang Gate..."

Uncle Zhao, who was drunk at this time, was provoked by Wang Hu and immediately told him all the black market information and detailed address he knew.

Although Uncle Zhao spoke quickly, Wang Hu's body had been strengthened. Although he had not reached the level of photographic memory, he still remembered everything.

When he finished asking Uncle Zhao about the things he didn't remember clearly, he remembered them all thoroughly. ,

At this time, when he reached his destination, Wang Hu stopped tormenting Uncle Zhao. He helped Uncle Zhao to the bed, covered him with a quilt, then simply cleaned up the table, and went straight back to the house to sleep.

According to Uncle Zhao, the black market can also be divided into morning market, night market and black market. The morning market is usually from 3 to 5 o'clock in the morning, and the night market is from 5 to 12 o'clock in the evening. The real black market is from 11 o'clock in the evening to the early morning of the next day. It's around 5 o'clock, it's still early, and Wang Hu, who is full of wine and food, is just in time to catch up on some sleep.

At around ten o'clock in the evening, Wang Hu woke up from his sleep. After his body was strengthened, he was very energetic. Generally, he could fully regain his energy after sleeping for one or two hours at night.

Wang Hu didn't wake up until now. This was still going on, and it was the result of a certain amount of psychological suggestion.

After Wang Hu's body has been strengthened, if there is no external disturbance, he can already control his sleeping time accurately.

After Wang Hu put on his clothes, he put the human skin mask he got from the system lottery on his face and looked in the mirror.

An elegant face appeared in front of Wang Hu. The vicissitudes of life, stability, wisdom, and maturity were the first impression that this face gave to Wang Hu.

"Good guy, you are worthy of being the standard equipment of the Flower Picking Thief. Damn it, you have a human skin mask, why do you make it so handsome? It's so handsome, why do you still use Picking Flowers? You can't even cope with the reverse mask!"

After putting on the mask, Wang Hu complained speechlessly.

He originally wanted to go to the black market with a mask to cover up, but after putting it on, he became more eye-catching. Fortunately, this was not Wang Hu's true face.

And he didn't have one. The second human skin mask was available. In desperation, he found a rag in the house and covered his face when he was about to enter the black market.

After packing up, Wang Hu put the bicycle into the storage space, then he opened the door and walked out gently.It was dark in the courtyard at night, but in the eyes of Wang Hu, who had strengthened his body, it was like the camera on the Blue Star turned into night vision. The outlines of all the surrounding objects were clearly visible, without affecting his actions at all. .

He did not walk towards the middle courtyard. He was in the backyard, with only a wall separating him from the street outside. Wang Hu quietly came to a wall.

He looked around and after confirming that no one was there, he put his feet together and jumped lightly. His legs were already stable and he stood on the 2.6-meter-high wall.

At this moment, Wang Hu, who was three times the limit of the human body, could clearly feel that this was far from his limit.

Wang Hu stood on the wall and looked at the street outside the wall carefully. After seeing no one around, he jumped down quietly, took out his bicycle, and headed straight towards the nearest street. Go to the black market.

When he arrived near the black market, Wang Hu looked at it from a distance. Under the observation of his super eyesight, black shadows would appear from time to time near the black market. One after another, they quietly entered from different alley entrances. Go to the black market.

Wang Hu observed for a while and found no danger. Some of the people who entered were bare-handed and some carried large and small bags.

After Wang Hu confirmed that the location was correct, he took out the cloth he had prepared and covered his face. Then he put the bicycle into the space and walked towards the black market in a swagger.

"Stop! What are you doing?" When Wang Hu came to a fork in the alley, a man in the darkness asked in a low voice.

"Buying something!" Wang Hu said calmly.

"Buy something? Pay, 1 cent!"

"What do you need to pay?" Wang Hu said, slightly stunned.

"What bad luck, I met a rookie! Of course, you have to pay the entrance fee. The entrance fee is 1 cents. If you want to enter, just pay. If you don't want to enter, leave quickly. Don't be an eyesore!" After hearing this, the man said impatiently .

"My elders said that people on the black market don't accept money, and you actually ask me for money? You can't be a liar, right?" Wang Hu recalled what Uncle Zhao said, and it was true that there was no mention of money.

"How long have you, your elders, been to the black market? The black market doesn't accept money. That's what it was like before there was no public-private partnership."

"Except for the Dawn Market and Night Market, all the black markets in the Imperial Capital now charge money! We don't charge you this money for nothing, we can guarantee the safety of your property in the black market!" After hearing this, the man sneered.

"Are you going to pay or not? Let's go if you don't pay!" At this moment, the man had exhausted his patience and said a little impatiently.

"Isn't it just a dime? I'll give it!"

Previously, Wang Hu saw that when other people entered the black market, they did give the gatekeeper something. As for whether it was money, Wang Hu did not see clearly.

When Wang Hu saw the other party, his words were serious and he didn't look like a liar. He didn't bother to waste any more time, so he took out 1 cent and handed it over.

After the man took the money, he was very polite and handed Wang Hu a piece of paper with a word scrawled on it. Wang Hu couldn't recognize the specific word.

Wang Hu took the piece of paper and walked into the alley. Secretly, the piece of paper had been moved into the space by him. He looked at it as he walked.

On the ground on both sides of the alley, at regular intervals, there are some vendors sitting or standing. In front of the stalls of these vendors, there are some lights, some are horse lanterns, some are wax paper, and some are kerosene lamps. There are different types of flashlights. foot.

Wang Hu used the faint light in front of the stalls to look at the items on their stalls. Some stalls had an egg shell placed on them.

Some stalls put a few corn kernels, some put sweet potato fries, and there was even a stall that put a few sheep shit eggs.

(End of this chapter)