Reborn at 60: I Helped My Sister Get Rich Starting from Hunting

On a Shanghai-brand car that drove all the way into the city.

Xiao He, who was driving, secretly glanced at the back seats through the rearview mirror a few times.

The scarred man was taking a nap with his eyes closed.

Suddenly, he spoke up: "You have something to ask? Go ahead."

Xiao He chuckled dryly, "Nothing can be hidden from you... Commander, what's the use of buying so many wolves?"

The scarred man slowly opened one eye and said unhurriedly, "Not long ago, the city held a meeting and required local authorities to follow the instructions of higher authorities and collect various large wild animals for research purposes."

He paused, Zhang Yang's face reappearing in his mind, "What incredible luck!"

Xiao He also remarked, "No wonder you've been to the black market twice recently."

The scarred man instructed, "This winter is going to be turbulent; unrest is breaking out all over Zhenhai City. Have Xiao Jin take some men and keep a close eye on this area. The black market has been popping up frequently lately, breaking the previous rules."

Xiao He knew this was important, so he quickly agreed.

The scarred man added, "Do not fire unless absolutely necessary!"

Xiao He: "Don't worry, Commander, we know."

"And another thing." The scarred man recalled Zhang Yang's gesture of drawing his gun, and picked up his cane as he spoke, "Next time you see those two brothers from today, have someone else test their skills. This young man is quite capable; hopefully, he's on the right path!"

Xiao He was somewhat surprised.

It's been a long time since I've seen the commander praise someone like this!

That person must be really capable!

……

Zhang Yang and Zhao Dong wandered around the black market twice.

The black market has a lot of goods, and the quality is not bad either. The rice, flour, and other grains are much more abundant than the market Zhang Yang went to last time.

But it is really expensive.

Zhao Dong asked two vendors selling cornmeal, and they both quoted 65 cents a pound, which made him roll his eyes.

To make matters worse, those dealers were all incredibly aggressive, saying things like, "If you don't want it, plenty of others will! If you don't have money, don't come to the black market! You're just asking for trouble!"

Zhao Dong was so angry that he wanted to throw a punch.

But the eyes around him were all fiercer than the last, so he could only cling to the cart and pour out his grievances to Zhang Yang.

However, when he turned his head, Zhang Yang was nowhere to be seen!

"Yangzi!"

Zhao Dong shouted, but didn't dare to be too loud.

His shouts were lost in the wind, and Zhang Yang didn't hear them.

Zhang Yang followed a man in a crimson jacket into another alley.

The man's jacket was half-open, revealing the butt of a gun underneath.

Zhang Yang recognized it at a glance; it must be a musket!

This thing is also called a matchlock gun. It has a long barrel and a small caliber. Because its breech mechanism is shaped like a bird's beak, it is also called a bird-beak gun in some places.

In ancient warfare, this thing was a key player; killing a tall horse was no problem for it!

Zhang Yang understood the rules of the black market; those who sold guns weren't as ostentatious as those who sold hard currencies like grain.

But they will find opportunities to display a portion of it to attract interested buyers.

Zhang Yang followed the man and then entered a mud house.

The other party had obviously spotted him a long time ago, but showed no signs of alertness, indicating that he was deliberately setting a trap!

Zhang Yang carefully pocketed the money and continued inside.

This earthen house has a cellar, which is quite large.

After descending the small staircase to the cellar, Zhang Yang saw a group of people playing cards together.

You don't even need to listen to what they say; just by looking at their clothes, eyes, and actions, you can tell that these people are not farmers.

Nine times out of ten, he's a street urchin from Zhenhai City.

The man who led him inside whispered to a burly man sitting in the corner.

Zhang Yang wasn't in a hurry, so he went over to watch the group play cards.

In Zhang Yang's opinion, the game of Guandan they played wasn't a particularly novel one.

But Zhang Yang remembers that Guandan originated in the Jianghuai area.

Zhenhai City is a thousand kilometers away from Jianghuai.

In an era when transportation was so underdeveloped, it actually spread.

Zhang Yang thought to himself, it seems these people are quite well-informed.

They probably do have some valuable items.

Zhang Yang continued to observe the game.

The other three people at the card table were playing smoothly, but the man in front of him was clearly a novice, hesitating when making his moves and not quite sure what to do.

"Old Peng, can you hurry up? I'm about to fall asleep while you're playing a card!"

The man sitting opposite me was in his forties, smoking a pipe and taking two big puffs, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth.

This guy called Peng Laosi started hitting people randomly after being yelled at like that.

Zhang Yang had only been watching for a few minutes when Peng Laosi had already lost all the chips in front of him!

He left cursing and swearing, not watching where he was going, and bumped into Zhang Yang.

"Are you blind?!" Peng Laosi cursed.

"Old Peng, your gambling etiquette is terrible. Why do you start cursing when you lose money?" someone joked.

Peng Laosi snorted and stomped his foot as he left.

He was running so fast that he dropped something without noticing.

A round, black stone rolled to Zhang Yang's feet.

Zhang Yang bent down and picked it up, just about to call out to Peng Laosi to remind him that he had dropped something.

Suddenly, someone put their arm around Zhang Yang's shoulder. "New here? You're pretty tall. Do you know how to play cards? Come on! Sit down and let's play a game!"

Zhang Yang quickly imitated Zhao Dong's usual silly manner, grinning sheepishly, "I don't know how, I'm from the village, I just want to buy something..."

The two thugs standing next to him grinned and said, "Don't know how? Then learn!"

"Exactly, everyone learns it eventually."

"Kid, you're lucky to have met our boss today!"

"If you beat our boss, you can buy whatever you want on the black market!"

"Don't even mention what's currently being sold on the black market, even things that aren't available right now, our boss can get them for you!"

Zhang Yang knew what they were up to.

This is meant to intimidate the newcomers.

Unfortunately, he still has his elderly mother, sister, and three young children to support.

He's not here to curry favor.

Zhang Yang didn't look at the cards on the table, nor did he stare at anyone in particular. He just smiled sheepishly and asked, "Really? You even got a gun?"

"Hey!" the roommates suddenly exclaimed, "You're here to buy a gun?"

"Someone like him still wants a gun!"

"Do you even know how to use it? Don't buy it and kill yourself!"

"Haha! You know what, whether he even has a chance to screw himself over is another matter. Look at him, does he look like someone who can afford that?"

They mocked Zhang Yang arrogantly, as if teasing this foolish boy was more fun than playing cards.

Just then, the man with a muscular face from the corner walked over.

He lowered his head and whispered a few words to the man smoking a pipe. The man immediately raised his head and coughed lightly.

The earthen house and cellar fell silent instantly.

"I heard you hunted a wolf?"

The man smoking a pipe clearly didn't fully believe the news he heard.

He squinted, looking Zhang Yang up and down. "You know how to use a gun?"

This time, Zhang Yang did not evade the question and answered frankly, "Yes."

The man put down his pipe, shook the mink coat draped over his shoulders, and asked, "What kind of gun do you want?"

"Anything's fine, I'll buy whatever you have." Zhang Yang deliberately acted clueless and shouted, "I want ten!"

"You're quite arrogant!" The man chuckled slyly. "Ten guns, do you know how much that costs? Even if you gave me all the money you just got from selling the wolves, it wouldn't be enough."

The henchmen were in an uproar, "What? A wolf? He has a wolf?"

"Yes, he just sold them all in one go..." Someone spread the word about Zhang Yang selling the wolves.

The way the people in the cellar looked at him changed instantly.

Zhang Yang, however, still had that same naive and impulsive look.

He looked at the man smoking a pipe, then suddenly stretched his neck and shouted angrily.

"Our village only has one gun, and we're out of bullets! If we don't buy a gun for self-defense, the whole village will be eaten by wolves!"

"I just want to buy a gun as soon as possible and go back to the village!"

"If you don't have guns, I'll go ask somewhere else!"