After dinner, Zhou Ziwen set out on his way to the black market alone.
He was looking forward to encountering something valuable in the black market.
Before going, he asked Zhou Chaoyang, but he didn't go.
He has already seen what the black market looks like, and found that the black market is actually not much different from the market.
It’s just that the market is during the day and the black market is at night.
It was still dark outside at this moment, and Zhou Ziwen rode his bicycle slowly towards the county town.
When he arrived near the black market, it was already dark outside.
Zhou Ziwen walked into the black market pushing his bicycle with a natural expression.
Of course, before entering the black market, he tied a towel on his face to cover his face.
Zhou Ziwen came too early. The black market had just opened and there were not many stall owners, only a few here and there.
Zhou Ziwen was looking for something of interest to him at these stalls.
Perhaps he came too early today, and he did not find a stall selling books.
Think about it. On the black market, most people trade daily necessities such as grain, firewood, rice, oil, and salt. The last time I met someone selling books, I was lucky.
In this era, things like Feng Shui and fortune telling are just feudal superstitions.
Selling these things, once caught, is worse than speculating.
Zhou Ziwen took a look and saw that there was a stall selling medicinal materials.
However, this stall does not sell many medicinal materials, and they are all relatively common medicinal materials.
Zhou Ziwen stepped forward and asked about the price of the medicinal materials.
After asking, I found out that the purchase price was much higher than that of the drugstore.
Then Zhou Ziwen saw another stall selling porcelain.
Judging from the smell of these porcelains, they should not be antiques.
But these porcelains are made to look like antiques.
Seeing this, Zhou Ziwen did not step forward. This thing was a lie at first glance.
After walking around for a while, the number of people in the black market slowly began to increase.
There are people who buy things, and there are people who sell things.
Some stalls display home-grown cucumbers, pumpkins, vegetables, etc., and some display grains, including coarse and fine grains.
Zhou Ziwen is like a street runner. When he sees someone setting up a stall, he goes over to take a look.
When I meet someone who is interested, I will buy it.
Zhou Ziwen wandered aimlessly in the black market, his eyes scanning the various stalls, looking for treasures that might be hidden among ordinary items.
Although he did not find the Feng Shui book he wanted, he was not discouraged because he knew that the black market was always full of surprises.
As the night deepens, the black market becomes more lively. Many people who dare not come out to set up stalls during the day take advantage of the cover of night to come here with their goods.
Zhou Ziwen noticed that some people had items on their stalls that seemed ordinary but were actually quite valuable.
In a corner, he found a stall selling old things. The stall owner was an old man with wrinkles on his face.
Zhou Ziwen walked forward and began to look through the items on the stall. There were some old copper coins, broken jade, and some strange objects of no apparent age.
His eyes finally rested on a seemingly ordinary wooden box. The surface of this wooden box was carved with some complex patterns. Although it was somewhat worn, the exquisite carving could still be seen.
Zhou Ziwen reached out to pick up the wooden box and felt that the box was heavy in his hand. It was obviously not made of ordinary wood.
"Old man, how do you sell this wooden box?" Zhou Ziwen asked.
The old man glanced at the wooden box in Zhou Ziwen's hand, and a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes: "This box is passed down from my family. If you really want it, just give me ten yuan." Zhou Ziwen thought in his heart As soon as he moved, he felt that this wooden box was not simple, it might be an antique.
He did not counter-offer, but took out ten dollars from his pocket and handed it to the old man, and then carefully put the wooden box into his backpack.
He just used Feng Shui skills to sense this wooden box and found that the box's Qi was very strong and stable.
This kind of thing can only appear in precious wood, and the age of the wood must be high enough.
That is to say, his carpentry skills are relatively low, otherwise he would be able to tell what material this box is made of.
Continuing to wander around the black market, Zhou Ziwen found another stall selling homemade tools. The tools here were all handmade by the stall owner. Although they looked rough, Zhou Ziwen could feel the practicality of these tools. .
He picked out a few small farm tools that might be useful and a sharp folding knife to take home for later use.
Time passed unconsciously, and Zhou Ziwen felt that he had gained a lot tonight. Not only did he buy some practical items, but he also unexpectedly gained a possible antique wooden box. He decided it was time to go home.
Before leaving the black market, Zhou Ziwen looked back at the bustling market again, thinking to himself that this place is not bad, and he can visit more when he has nothing to do in the future.
After coming out of the black market, Zhou Ziwen rode a bicycle and flashlight, and he returned home in a short time.
That is to say, his five senses are sharp and his reactions are quick. Even if it is dark outside, he can still see the road clearly with the flashlight, which is no different from daytime.
If anyone sees Zhou Ziwen at this time, they will find that the flashlight light is moving quickly, faster than a motorcycle.
On a night like this, you might think you've encountered something supernatural.
Not long after, Zhou Ziwen returned home.
He carefully put the bicycle away and walked into the house with a flashlight.
He did not go to rest immediately, but took out the things he bought on the black market tonight one by one, preparing to inspect them carefully.
First, he opened the mysterious wooden box. Under the bright light, the carvings on the wooden box appear more delicate, and every stroke reveals the exquisite skills of the carver.
Zhou Ziwen gently touched the patterns on the wooden box with his fingers, feeling the delicate textures.
He tried to open the wooden box and found that the box was not locked, but was stuck by a clever mechanism.
Zhou Ziwen observed carefully and quickly found a way to open it. With a slight press, the wooden box opened.
The box naturally contains nothing.
But the box itself is valuable.
In this day and age, this box doesn't reflect its value.
But he knew that the material of this box was very rare, and when he got it, it would be priceless.
Then Zhou Ziwen checked the homemade tools.
Although these tools are rough in appearance, they are finely crafted and every part has been carefully polished and adjusted.
Zhou Ziwen tried their feel and effect and was very satisfied.
He organized these tools for future use in agricultural production and daily life.
As for the sharp folding knife, Zhou Ziwen loved it even more.
He opened the blade and carefully looked at the shimmering blade, feeling the sharpness of the blade.
He knows that a good knife is very important in wilderness survival and daily life.
After sorting out tonight’s harvest, Zhou Ziwen was also a little tired.
He stretched, turned off the flashlight, and prepared to go to bed.
Lying in bed, he thought about tonight's trip to the black market and felt very satisfied.
The black market is a place worth exploring. Going there often in the future may bring him some unexpected surprises. (End of this chapter)