Mountain and Sea Treasures

Chapter 179
When we arrived at Shanaoao where the black market was located, Yazai and I were stunned.

"This...isn't this the back of Ye Family Mountain? Calculated according to the distance, it should be Ye Family Mountain within half an hour of climbing from here, right?" Yazai estimated.

I shook my head and said that Wangshan ran dead horse. It seemed that it was not far away, but it was not as close as half an hour, at least more than an hour.

Yazai said indifferently: "Anyway, this place is not far from Yejiashan, so the strange things they talked about may really happen!"

"Look and talk."

I didn't care too much and said, although this place is close to Yejia Mountain, it doesn't mean that there is something wrong. Otherwise, if so many mountains near Yejia Mountain have accidents, can people still live there?
It was only after two o'clock in the afternoon when I arrived, and there was still more than an hour before the start.

The black market shouldn't have opened so early, but because it opened in the mountains, if it was too late, no one would dare to come, so it opened at four o'clock earlier.

"That's not right." Yazai pondered: "Since I'm afraid no one will dare to come, why is it still open at night?"

What the guy said was that it was open from [-]:[-] pm to [-]:[-] am, so no one came after nightfall, so why did they continue to drive.

"After all, some people with high skills are daring. No matter how you say it, it's a black market. It's hard to tell if there's a deal behind the scenes." I found a hidden corner with a good vision and answered absent-mindedly.

Yazai glanced at me: "What's the matter with you, you look listless."

"Really?" I touched my face, "I probably didn't sleep well."

Although I seem to have recovered, I don’t know what’s going on, my body seems to be different from before, and I always feel more tired. I didn’t feel that I didn’t move much in the past few days in Yejiashan, but I just did some exercise yesterday. Already showing fatigue, there is no way to compare with the previous days of not resting and still being full of energy.

Yazai said worriedly: "Chang'an, I'm afraid your body has been injured fundamentally. After all, the facial sores left by Cancong are different from ordinary people's. After all this is over, you should rest for a while! Don't be young. As light as the old man."

"It's not that exaggerated. Maybe I've been lazy for a few months." I rolled up my sleeves and let out a sigh of relief. I regretted not bringing a bottle of wine from the restaurant. It's a bit bone-piercing, and the cat's body is probably frozen to the bone at night.

Yazai doesn't seem to feel the coldness, and he is very interested in guessing with me what is in the black market here?I leaned against the tree and closed my eyes to meditate, and I answered and answered twice, but he was able to talk on his own, and he was also able to make himself laugh from time to time, which is also a talent.

"Shhh!" Just when the boy guessed whether the organizer of the black market was a tomb robber, I covered his mouth and made a gesture of silence.

Yazai expressed his understanding, so I let go of my hand and gestured to him that someone seemed to be coming.

Sure enough, just after we held our breath, a group of people came out of a grassy path. To be honest, if they hadn't come out, I really wouldn't have seen that there was another path.

Although this group of people came together, they didn't have any communication with each other, and each of them took a seat in the mountain depression.Those who are particular about it also bring a small bench and small table. When things are placed on the small table, people sit on the small stool and it becomes a stall. Those who are not particular about it just place things on the ground, and people sit cross-legged beside them, squinting their eyes. Those who didn't know thought it was a beggar.

The scale of this black market is really too small, with a total of more than a dozen stalls, half of which are selling high-priced food stamps and oil stamps and other livelihood necessities, and some of them are filled with bottles and cans, which seem to be" burial objects'.

"This black market is interesting!" I thought, rubbing my chin.

Selling grain, oil and food stamps is a felony, but if it is not excessive, the officials will turn a blind eye and close their eyes.But reselling the "underworld weapon" is a felony among felonies, even a capital crime. It is beyond my expectation that these two groups of people can get together harmoniously.

After these people sat there for a while, some customers came to the door. These customers seemed to be very familiar with the situation here. They walked directly towards the booth if they wanted something. The delivery also closes the deal.The guests did not wait long when they got what they wanted, and turned around and left the col, which was very different from the black market where I used to hang out with Yazai.

It gets dark quickly in winter, and when three or four waves of customers come, it will be dark, and the customers will gradually stop.

Oil lamps or candles were lit in front of the stalls, creating a terrifying atmosphere abruptly, which made my skin crawl.

"Let's go out and have a look?" Yazai suggested.

The reason why our cats are here is because of the weirdness that the old man and Platoon Leader Xiao said, but seeing now, this is obviously a poor black market.If it is weird, the weirdest thing is that there is no business, why are these people still staying here?
"Wait a little longer." I couldn't figure it out, so I decided to wait and see. After all, it was only dark, and if there was something weird, it should be the main event later.

The night has completely fallen, there is no moon tonight, and I can only see the situation of the booth clearly by the oil lamp like a will-o'-the-wisp, but as soon as I saw it clearly, my pupils shrank, and I grabbed the boy's wrist and asked: "Why are there so few people? "

"It's missing?" Yazai swept the mountain, and his expression changed: "We've been watching, when did they leave?"

I shook my head: "I don't know, but those few seem to be reselling people's livelihood necessities."

Having said that, Yazai and I glanced at each other, and immediately understood that this black market is really weird. I guess those stall owners who resell people's daily necessities are basically sloppy. Only with their involvement can those buyers treat other weird people The stall owners turned a blind eye.But if you want to avoid people's eyes, you can come later, why do you have to come at four o'clock?

We didn't dare to go out rashly, so we had to continue to cat. It was fine during the day, but the temperature at night was even lower. Even though I was wrapped in a thick coat, I still felt that the blood all over my body was frozen, and the feeling disappeared immediately.

During the day, it was easier for Yazai, but at night, even though he claimed to be a stove, it was blown out by the sharp mountain wind, and he shrank into a ball in the cold.

Just waiting like this, it was almost past twelve o'clock, and there was no movement at the scene, and those stall owners huddled there and didn't know if they felt cold, and they looked like they were asleep...

"Chang'an, something's wrong. Anyway, these stalls don't have what we want, why don't we go?" The boy couldn't stand it any longer, his head wearing sunglasses wished he could shrink into his coat. Forcibly shortened a lot.

I frowned, staring at the mountain not far from us, and felt wrong, how does this look like a black market?

"Let's go." So I didn't object, and nodded directly, leaning down with the boy, intending to retreat without disturbing the people over there.

But as soon as I bent down, my eyeballs stopped moving.Because I saw a man enter the col, and I have seen this man, no, it should be said that I have seen his photo!

(End of this chapter)