Changsheng Goudao: Playing suona at the beginning, sending off Xiuxian

Bai Yu entered the black market, but he was not in a hurry to set up a stall to sell Yangjing San.

He first walked around the black market for a few rounds, not in a hurry, and seemed like an old hand.

Along the way, Bai Yu felt that his eyes were opened.

In the black market, there are all kinds of goods.

There are weapons for sale, weapons forged from ten or even a hundred times of steel, which can cut iron like mud.

The owner who sells weapons stacked twenty copper coins together and picked up a steel knife to cut it.

Twenty copper coins were cut open at once, causing a burst of exclamations.

There are also people selling elixirs, selling skills, and even selling wild animals and women.

Of course, there are more ordinary items, such as game from the mountains, grains, eggs and other daily necessities.

Not all the people who come and go are warriors, ordinary people still account for the majority.

Daily necessities are not expensive, and are even cheaper than in the city.

But when it comes to things for practicing martial arts, the price will rise.

Any bottle of elixir used by warriors costs at least one tael of silver.

A yellow-level lower-grade martial arts technique costs five taels of silver.

Bai Yu even saw a book of Five Spirit Fist. When several people asked the price, the stall owner directly offered fifty taels.

Bai Yu couldn't help but secretly click his tongue. Even if he could bargain down a lot, Bai Yu couldn't afford it.

It can only be said that all kinds of martial arts prescriptions in this world are monopolized by aristocratic families.

It is too difficult for ordinary people to advance by practicing martial arts.

Bai Yu looked back and forth and had a rough idea in his mind.

Then he found an open space, hung up a sign and started to set up a stall.

First, he spread out a piece of linen and put a few packets of Yangjing Powder on it, and that was considered opening.

He divided a dose of Yangjing Powder into twenty portions.

Of course, the effect is not as good as other elixirs, but the main point is a small profit but quick turnover.

When you first come to the black market, you must have some marketing skills, otherwise why would others buy your medicine?

"Take a look, this is the newly-made Yangjing Powder."

"It nourishes the qi and blood, and it makes you energetic. It is like a pillar that can support the sky."

Bai Yu's shouting attracted many people to come around.

Someone asked on the spot:

"Brother, what are you buying? What is it for?"

Bai Yu smiled and said:

"This little brother asked a good question. This is the newly-made Yangjing Powder. After taking it, warriors can increase their qi and blood and invigorate their spirits."

For warriors, qi and blood are the foundation, and pills that can increase qi and blood are very precious.

Hearing Bai Yu say this, many people immediately became interested.

"Stall owner, how much do you sell this Yangjing Powder for?"

"Three hundred coins a pack!"

A set of medicine costs three taels, and it is divided into twenty portions and sold for three hundred coins, so a total of six taels can be recovered.

Three taels of silver can be earned at a time, which is equivalent to several years of salary for the charity house.

Other elixirs on the black market cost more than one or two taels of silver, but Bai Yu only charged three hundred coins, which made many people interested.

However, at this moment, a vague voice came:

"Boy, how can you guarantee that this broken medicine is useful? What if it is a fake medicine?"

Bai Yu looked in the direction of the voice and saw a thin man with a scar on his face.

After hearing what the scarred man said, the others also hesitated.

"Yeah, how can you guarantee that it's not a fake medicine?"

"Three hundred coins, it's not expensive, but it's not cheap either. If it's a fake medicine, I'll cry to death."

The scarred man was even more proud, pointing at the Yangjing powder and said:

"Others sell it for more than one or two silver coins, but you only charge three hundred coins. I'm afraid it's a fake medicine."

"It's okay if it doesn't work, but if it's poisonous, it's over."

Bai Yu frowned and said coldly:

"Sir, you can take medicine casually, but you can't say anything casually. Why do you say that my medicine is fake?"

Bai Yu took a look at the man. The man was weak in qi and blood, and was only slightly stronger than ordinary people. At most, he was a low-grade warrior.

The scarred man was choked by Bai Yu and felt a little embarrassed:

"Boy, if your medicine is real, it's okay. If it's fake, it will be unsafe on the road after it leaves the black market."

Bai Yu heard the threat in it.

He said calmly:

"Then what do you think we should do?"

Scarface said:

"This is easy. If you spare me a pack of medicine, I will consider it as giving you a free trial."

"I'll make a sign for you and I won't charge you any money."

"Wait until I've tried the medicine, then everyone will buy it with confidence."

As he said this, he stepped forward and stretched out his hand to take the medicine.

At this moment, Bai Yu made a lightning move and grabbed Scarface's wrist.

Scarface struggled repeatedly, but found that Bai Yu's arm was like cast iron, motionless.

Bai Yu already understood what Scarface meant, he just wanted to take the opportunity to get something for free.

This kind of scoundrel is everywhere, just like flies, they can get into any gap and are very difficult to deal with.

How could Bai Yu let Scarface get what he wanted?.

He waved his hand and pushed the scarred man away.

"Don't bother with testing the medicine, I have my own way."

Bai Yu looked at the stone dividing the area nearby, which was estimated to weigh one or two hundred pounds.

He released some of his blood and qi, spread his arms, and lifted the huge stone in the air.

Everyone was shocked.

"This guy must have two or three hundred pounds of strength!"

"A first-class warrior, this scarred guy has hit a wall."

The scarred man saw this and his face changed drastically. He hurriedly squeezed into the crowd and turned around and left, fearing that Bai Yu would settle accounts with him.

Bai Yu put down the stone and struck while the iron was hot:

"My Yangjing powder nourishes blood and qi, strengthens the body, and has aphrodisiac effects."

"It is because I took Yangjing powder that I can become a first-class warrior."

Everyone was very moved after hearing this.

However, there are no fools in the black market. Although Bai Yu's words sound nice, who can guarantee that it is not a fake medicine?

Bai Yu was not panicked. He looked around and had an idea in his mind.

He said to a young man in hemp clothes who was full of energy and blood:

"Brother, I will give you half a pack of medicine. Do you dare to try it?"

The young man in hemp clothes was overjoyed and felt that he had won the jackpot.

Since the stall owner dared to let people try the medicine, it was 99% true.

He asked in disbelief:

"Me?"

Bai Yu nodded and said, "Of course."

As he said that, he handed half a pack of Yangjing Powder to the young man in hemp clothes.

The young man in hemp clothes smiled and took half a pack of Yangjing Powder on the spot.

Sure enough, his energy and blood began to surge, his face turned red, and a trace of white air appeared on his head.

At this time, a fragrant breeze blew by.

Everyone looked along the fragrant breeze and saw a masked woman with a curvy figure.

The woman was wearing a gauze, with a broad mind, and was truly generous. Her movements made people feel as if they were the waves of the sea.

When the young man in hemp clothes saw this, a nosebleed flowed down on the spot.

His face flushed, and he turned and ran with his gun pressed down.

The people around him reacted immediately:

"This medicine can really replenish qi and blood, and the effect is immediate!"

"Isn't it? I'm bleeding from the nose."

"It seems to be a good medicine. The stall owner didn't lie. It can replenish qi and blood and strengthen yang."

Many people were moved:

"Brother, give me a pack. I mainly want to replenish qi and blood."

"Yes, I also want to replenish qi and blood. Give me a pack."

"I want two packs. Can you give me a discount?"

Soon, the ten packs of Yangjingsan on Baiyu's stall were sold out.

Even the half pack was sold at half price.

Bai Yu waved his hand:

"Everyone, I'm really sorry, it's not easy to prepare Yangjing Powder, so I only have ten packets. Welcome to come again next time."

Bai Yu did prepare twenty packets, but he was new here, so he didn't want to waste money.

Selling ten packets for about three taels of silver should not be a big problem.

Everyone dispersed, but Bai Yu found that there was still one person left.

It was the young man in hemp clothes who had returned.

Bai Yu asked curiously:

"What's the matter, brother?"