N-A-A Chapter 123
Chapter 123
After a busy day, it was still high-intensity mental work, and I was somewhat tired.
He Yudong bought a cup of energy water from the system space and drank it, only to feel a coolness rise from his abdomen, through the chest cavity directly to the brain, and instantly refreshed.
He rubbed his temples and said softly: "Yezi, I have some data to calculate, I will sleep in the study tonight, you go to bed early, you don't have to wait for me." Ran
Qiuye stopped talking with some concern, and finally nodded gently.
"Don't worry about me, I'm fine, ah. If there is anything at home, remember to tell me in time.
Ran Qiuye sighed.
"Brother Dong, have you forgotten that our two children have never had names? I've been waiting for you to name them, and now it's the cry of the little baby, you are still a cultural person, you don't lose your heart! He
Yudong was like being swallowed by thunder.
"I actually haven't named my child?!"
"Well, you've been busy ever since I gave birth. Later, some time ago, I saw that you were finally idle, and I thought you would think of it yourself. I didn't expect it..." He
Yudong hugged his daughter-in-law.
"Ye Zi I'm sorry, it's my problem, I can even forget such an important thing, I'm sorry."
“...... Well, can I still blame you for this? I know that you work hard, but now that the child should go to the hukou, you hurry up and give the names of our two children, otherwise I will register according to the little baby. Ran
Qiuye said.
"Good, good, I will definitely come up with a name before I go to work tomorrow."
"Okay, you are busy, go to bed early, don't burn out your body."
Ran Qiuye straightened He Yudong's clothes and smiled gently.
He Yudong locked himself in the study, and he didn't want to go to the black market tonight to investigate, and his thoughts were the names of his two children.
In this era, both men and women love some names such as "National Day" and "patriotism", and call "Patriotic Army" on the street, and ten people have to turn back three and a half. The half are called Patriotic Army in the family, and the remaining seven are names such as "Love the Party" and "Support the Army".
He didn't want to give his child such a bad street.
But now is the time to break something that can get you in trouble with too poetic names.
Staying in proportion is a very important thing.
After thinking for a long time, he finally chose two more beautiful names, He Yudong put down a matter of his heart, and finally remembered that he was going to the black market today.
At this point, I am afraid that there is no black market, only a ghost market.
The black market is just a response to fill the gap in the market, and the ghost market is a half-black from ancient times to the present.
All those who take big money in the black market are inseparable from the business of the ghost market.
Like those large quantities of grain cloth, oil, salt, sugar and rare goods, they can only be sent in through the doors of the ghost market.
Previously, Jiang Hongbao said that he robbed Xie Lianggong, that is, he snatched it from the ghost market.
He Yudong first pretended to be Wang Gang, then went to his small courtyard to load a wave of goods, and then wandered to the street.
Ghost markets generally open in the middle of the night and the roosters disperse, which means that they start at two or three o'clock in the morning and last until four or five o'clock, and they are opened in the middle of the night.
Because the time point is similar to the time period of the legendary ghost haunt, the ghost smell is strong, so it is called such a strange name by people.
And the "ghost market" does not sell clean things, stolen goods, fakes, there are all.
Especially this one sells fakes.
It turned out that there was a joke, that is, someone took money to buy antiques in the ghost market, and when he came back to see that it was a fake, his friend laughed at him for suffering a loss, and the person laughed instead: "No loss or loss, and no one can see that I use fake silver to buy things!" In
addition to the prevalence of fakes, the three-handed thieves in this ghost market, the "day thief" who exchange fake for the real are even more rampant.
Therefore, the person who traded this transaction is a person and a ghost, and the things he buys cannot see the light, and the "ghost market" also has such a meaning.
The ghost market under the old imperial city of Xicheng is the largest, and He Yudong used to go there often, but this ghost market near his home is rarely involved.
The largest area is sold old clothes, shoes and hats, a large one, a good clothes under the old mat, tattered clothes directly to the ground.
The stall owner does not shout, does not greet, does not solicit sales, and it is up to the people who "go to the ghost market" to see and choose by themselves.
The one who sells large quantities of grain carries an ear of wheat or a stick of rice in his hand, and if he wants to buy it, he does not have to open his mouth to bargain, in his sleeve cage, or with a hat to block his hand, the two sides gesture, if he thinks he can, then follow and take the goods.
This inspection also has to be careful, there is good grain on it, and it is filled with moldy grain and even sand.
If you don't recognize it on the spot, it's too late to find it later, and you can only admit that you are unlucky.
The same goes for those who sell cloth.
Even before liberation, there were arms sellers.
The seller carried a toy pistol made of wood, painted black and held in his arms, smoking a cigarette, his eyes never wandering around, like a wandering soul in sleepwalking.
But if someone throws this wooden gun with his hand, the sale will come, but the goods cannot be seen or inspected.
The seller will put down the pleats on his shoulders, let you reach in and touch, unload, and get whatever you want, but you are not allowed to take it out, and you can even poke your head in and touch it.
Negotiate the price, pay the money with one hand, and the people will even hand over the robe to you, turn around and disappear in the middle of the night.
From beginning to end, He Yudong copied his hands, beware of bumping into others.
There are the clever "three hands" that can empty your pocket with just one brush.
If it falls into He Yudong's hands, he either can't catch it, or there is no need to use his fake identity to cause too much trouble.
It's all out of sight, so why bother.
It's better to show some traces and let those people know that he is not easy to mess with, so it's just that.
After walking around, it is not so much that there are no suspicious people, but that everyone in the ghost market is suspicious, and everyone hides their heads and shows their tails.
However, looking at the atmosphere, it is no different from usual.
He Yudong decided to go to Xie Lianggong or Jiang Hongbao to see if there was any situation.
I was about to leave, when I suddenly heard something strange in the alley.
"Who are you TM? Do you know whose territory this is? Dare to come here and spread wilderness?
"It used to be just two dogs, and now that the owners are dead, what kind of clever are you shaking with us here?"
"Little mongrel!"
"Poor ghost!"
The sound of insults, struggles, fists and feet hitting the human body, intertwined, one after another.
The voices of justification and pleas for mercy are too weak to be clearly distinguished.
He Yudong was not nosy, but when he was about to leave, he vaguely heard a name.
"Xu Damao".
That's why he didn't take a look.
Oh, it turned out to be two acquaintances.
Liu Guangfu, the youngest son of the second uncle Liu Haizhong family, and Yan Xiekuang, the youngest son of the third grandfather, Yan Bugui's family.
Half-big boys, who used to figure money and scenery, followed Xu Damao and did a lot of things that hurt nature.
But now, Xu Damao is dead, how can they not be eaten back by what they have done.
However, these two guys are not unusable.
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*Some of the descriptions and content of this chapter about ghost markets are taken from the Internet