59 years after its opening, people are still in Nanluoguxiang.

Chen Feng found a ditch to wash his feet, put on clogs and rode his bicycle back. After thinking for a while, he decided to go to the ghost market. Before going in, he put away his bicycle and put on a black mask in a dark corner where no one was.

As I approached the entrance to the black market, I happened to run into an acquaintance - Tao Song.

"Xiao Feng?"

Tao Song thought he had seen it wrong and called out tentatively in a low voice.

Chen Feng pretended not to hear and walked in.

Seeing that he didn't stop, Tao Song thought to himself that he must have seen it wrong, and it was just that the two people's backs were similar, so he slipped in as well.

He came here not to buy or sell supplies, but to exchange the cigarette coupons for some pheasants to nourish his family.

The sky is clear tonight, the moon is shining brightly, and the stars are like the sea.

However, there was a group of people in the black market holding lanterns. When the dim light shone, shadows of people were everywhere, as if it was a ghost world.

'Big fish!'

Several old guys at the entrance saw Chen Feng wearing wooden clogs and walking on the ground making loud noises. Their first impression was that he was a newcomer.

Newcomers are the easiest to fool, and most of them have good purchasing power.

But in the black market, no one is allowed to shout or light lights, so customers can only look for themselves. I had to bear it and pray that this guy in wooden clogs would come to my stall.

Chen Feng's eyesight had improved again. He could see the things on the stalls without a flashlight. He walked and looked along, but did not buy anything.

A pair of wooden clogs stepping on the stone slabs will attract a lot of attention!

Ordinary customers and vendors wouldn’t be so noisy!

After walking around for a long time, he found that the black market was still the same, with basically no major changes, except that the amount of meat products increased and the price of grain also dropped.

The situation in the north was tense before, with constant criticism in the newspapers. Many people thought that a war was about to break out, and the price of food on the black market skyrocketed several times.

After all, the Peninsula War has only been going on for a few years.

In that battle, we defeated the United Nations forces led by the Eagle Sauce. We demonstrated our morale, our national prestige, and peace.

If you lose a fight, your bones will naturally become soft.

But if you win, your bones will become extra hard!

Once threatened, the first reaction is to fight back with a gun, and not to tolerate it!

This strong character lasted for a long time, so we crippled the United Nations forces, defeated the Vietnamese monkeys, and made the Indians stupid, so that the millions of troops in the north only dared to show off their power in words, but ultimately did not dare to really take action!

The expected war did not break out and food prices fell again.

"Comrade, would you like to buy a ticket?" A thin man wearing a mask ran over and asked stealthily.

"Not buying."

Chen Feng kept walking.

The latter chased after him like a dog-skin plaster and asked, "Then will you sell it?"

"How do you know I have them for sale?" Chen Feng asked curiously. He was wearing clogs and shorts, and an ordinary short-sleeved shirt. He didn't look like a wealthy family at all.

"You don't look old, but you can wear a watch. Besides, these clogs are made of a different material, probably beech. This kind of wooden shoes are very valuable."

Chen Feng couldn't help but look at him again.

It is true that the watch is not something that ordinary people would buy, but the beech wood shoes were carved by him himself using the space, in the middle of the night, so how did he know that they were made of beech wood?

"Can you hear this?"

"Sure, my old man has a pair, they are very valuable." The ticket seller said with a smile.

As the saying goes, no furniture is complete without beech. Beech is the raw material for high-end furniture and only wealthy families can afford it.

However, Chen Feng didn't really trust the ticket scalper's words. He might just be guessing. If he was right, the customer would be very surprised and the transaction would be off to a good start.

It doesn’t matter if you say something wrong. It’s just a sentence and you won’t lose anything.

All businessmen are dishonest, and middlemen are the most dishonest!

"Unfortunately, it's made of pine."

The ticket seller was very calm and continued to smile: "Oh, I heard you walking so fast and I thought you were a noble man out for fun."

"You go and do your business. I just came here for a stroll." Seeing that he was really confused, Chen Feng found an excuse to get rid of him.

"Come on, you're busy."

The ticket scalper always responded with a smile and a gentle tone. Even when Chen Feng refused, he did not get angry or annoyed. He smiled and greeted the next target.

Behind him was Tao Song who was selling tickets.

"A ticket scalper?"

Chen Feng felt that the guy was not just a ticket scalper, not only because he had a Black Star (Type 54 pistol) on his waist, but also because of his deliberate attitude when he approached him and asked questions.

But he didn't leave immediately, as that would have made him seem unnatural.

I continued to walk around the ghost market with the clacking sound of my wooden clogs.

There were several people selling antique jades. Among the ten pieces, three were fake, three were ordinary goods, and the remaining four were probably funerary objects, or small treasures that were damaged or flawed.

The most hateful one is an old guy. He is really vicious. There is not a single real item on his stall. They are all fucking fake.

However, the counterfeiting technology is very sophisticated, so sophisticated that Chen Feng needs to look carefully to distinguish it.

He extended his thumb to the old fellow, and before he smiled and was about to make an offer, he flipped his arm and pointed his thumb downward.

The old man's face froze, and he immediately realized that this big fish was an expert.

However, when it comes to the real good stuff, no one of them would be willing to take it out unless it was a matter of life and death.

Who would be willing to exchange good things worth hundreds or thousands of silver dollars in the Republic of China for a few mouthfuls of rice?

Are they stupid?

After a round of shopping, I didn't buy anything and went back in my clogs.

Wu Yulong, who was guarding the house next to the entrance to the ghost market, listened to the report, glanced at Chen Feng's back as he left, and shook his head, saying, "He's just a young man with nothing better to do. Don't worry about him. Our current mission is to prevent any more trouble from happening in the ghost market."

"Director, they are not under the charge of the Security Bureau. There are more than a dozen people in there who are from the Security Bureau. Do you still need to come here in person?"

Wu Yulong smiled but didn't answer the question.

The weather has been bad recently, and autumn winds are prone to blowing. He would rather find something to do than go back and take on any big trouble.

He is not the big ship of the Chen family. He can attack or defend. No matter how strong the wind and waves are, they cannot do anything to Old Man Chen.

But any stronger wind or waves could potentially sweep him into the abyss.

When I got home, I put three watermelons in the ice cellar, took out the stored watermelons for cooling down and cut them in half. I also put a big pheasant and more than ten pounds of apples in the kitchen.

Take the two halves of ice melon and go outside grandpa's main hall first.

"Grandpa, do you want to eat watermelon?"

"No, let's go to sleep."

He turned and went to Chen Jianjun's door. Without him knocking, a hand reached out and took away the half of the watermelon he had cut along with two spoons.

"Go to bed early!" Chen Jianjun said before closing the door.

"Not even a thank you." Chen Feng took the remaining half and returned to his room.

He originally wanted to finish half of the watermelon by himself, but after he had taken a few bites, a pair of big eyes looked at him dimly with stupidity.

"Lily, do you want to eat watermelon?"

The little girl seemed to have not come to her senses yet. She was stunned for several seconds. When she saw Chen Feng scoop a few more mouthfuls, she realized that she was not dreaming!

"Cauldron, wait for me!"