Even though the Great Qin Dynasty never forbade ordinary people from carrying swords, and even some public competitions were not prohibited, some weapons with great lethality, and even some cultivation utensils and cultivation classics, were all items that were strictly forbidden to trade and circulate.

A large part of what a cultivator can imagine cannot be traded.

However, these things are hidden in the fish market like fish under lotus leaves, and the fish market is just a spontaneously formed market, and many businesses in it are naturally not legal.

It's just that such a market is on the edge of Changling, and at the feet of so many big people, why can it exist for so many years?

At this moment, a young man dressed as a foreigner with thick eyebrows had such doubts in his heart.

He was holding a butter paper umbrella with some broken edges, and he was wearing a short black gauze robe that Changling people rarely wear, and he wore no shoes, and was directly barefoot.

The shabby butter paper umbrella in his hand was large, but in order to completely cover the body of the person in front of him, his small half of his body was still exposed, completely drenched by the rain.

The person in front of him was a very short young man, dressed as a scholar, with a melon seed face, and his face was extremely delicate, especially his skin was like white jade, and he could not see any flaws.

Looking at the raindrops that were constantly being thrown like pearls jumping from high to low on the countless overlapping shanties in the fish market in front of him, the young man with thick eyebrows frowned, and couldn't help but ask the young man in front of him who was half a head shorter than him, "Childe, why does such a market always exist?"

The young man dressed as a scholar smiled coldly, "Only by the instruction of those two prime ministers can such a market stay here." ”

The young man with thick eyebrows was still a little puzzled, and looked at him suspiciously.

"Illegal transactions can often bring higher profits, and higher profits can make more people who don't want to die continue to bring more things. ”

The young man dressed as a scholar continued coldly: "In recent years, many rare and exotic treasures from overseas have been able to reach Changling, and even many overseas barbarian countries have established contact with cultivators and Changling, relying not only on the waterway of the Wei River, but also on the relationship with this fish market. And for those who sit high above the temple, they can also get things from it that were impossible before, so they adopt the attitude of opening one eye and closing one eye, allowing this place to exist. Of course, all the people who do business in it know what kind of order they need, so it is more fair and safe than other large markets in various countries. ”

"So you have to understand that any business must bring greater benefits to people in order to make people interested in trading with you. And the vast majority of outlaws will not fight with tigers, they will not trade with those who are far above themselves and can swallow them at any time. The young man dressed as a scholar turned his head and glanced at the young man with thick eyebrows who was silent, and said quietly: "Because there are such basic rules, I have the confidence to come here to talk about it." ”

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The road in the fish market is rugged and undulating, very muddy and difficult to walk, and the drop of tens of meters separates more than ten passages of different heights, which is like a maze for people who do not come often.

However, for most of the traders who don't welcome loungers at the fish market, they don't mind if the road becomes more complicated and a little more difficult to walk.

So although it was dark on a rainy day, and the roads between the shops were even darker with countless canopies, only a few merchants picked up lanterns.

The occasional faint lantern glow seemed to be an anomaly, swaying restlessly in the wind.

There were still a lot of people walking through the fish market, Ding Ning put away his umbrella, carried it like a cane, and drove to the low depths of the fish market.

Because of the heavy rain, many areas at the bottom of the fish market that are usually just dry mud ponds have been flooded, and the water level is only half a meter from the bottom of most stilted buildings, but even so, there are still many small boats floating at the bottom of the stilted buildings, and there are wooden basins floating in the muddy water.

Walking along a rickety wooden path erected with sampans, Ding Ning walked into a small stilted building.

It's a small ink-based shop that also sells ink, paper and pencils.

The owner of the shop is a lonely old woman who is over sixty years old, because she usually does not have much expenses, and most of the transactions in the fish market require deed seals or handprints, so as the only ink shop, the sales of ink mud are not bad, and life can go on.

Because there was usually nothing to do, the gray-haired old woman was drinking tea with a crude porcelain cup before she saw Ding Ning, and when she saw the young man walking in the shadows not far away, a warm smile suddenly appeared on her wrinkled cheeks, and she turned around and took out a plate of dried fruits from a closet next to the door and waited.

"Why is it raining so hard?"

Seeing that Ding Ning who walked in front of him was just wet with a pair of straw sandals, the old woman was completely relieved, and took another pair of clean old straw sandals and motioned for Ding Ning to change them in.

Ding Ning smiled slightly, did not refuse, sat directly on the edge of the hanging corner tower and washed his feet, then changed into clean old straw shoes, and then looked left and right at the roof and wall of this hanging corner tower.

There was some water seepage on the roof and walls, but it didn't look serious.

So Ding Ning also relieved, sat down on the bench next to the old woman, and said: "Originally, when I saw that it rained so heavily yesterday, I was worried that there was something wrong with your house, so I wanted to come over and have a look, but there was something temporary, so I delayed it until now." ”

The old woman laughed, and she had become very happy since she saw Ding Ning's figure.

"What's the problem?" she couldn't help laughing, "you knock out my room every once in a while, more than those boatmen do to repair the boats, and I see that if it rains a little harder, in a few days, all the houses here will leak, and I won't leak it." ”

Looking at her smile, Ding Ning's mood was even better, he grabbed a few dried fruits casually, chewed them, and asked, "Do you need to buy anything recently, I'll help you buy it later?"

"Firewood, rice, oil, and salt are still full, so you just have to rest. The old woman shook her head, looking at Ding Ning's slightly pale face, she couldn't help but shake her head again, and asked lovingly, "Have you eaten lunch?"

"I've eaten it, sauerkraut fish noodles. Ding Ning smiled.

The old woman was a little displeased, and said in an unquestioning tone, "Leave that supper with me." ”

"Good. Ding Ning nodded in agreement, "I want to eat pancakes." ”

"I'll make you braised fish and waxed chicken thighs. The old woman looked at him reproachfully, but her eyes swelled with more meaning, "Are the pancakes so delicious? When you were young, you happened to come here, and it was normal for me to make you a pancake, but you still remember that pancake." If you do business, it's just an oil cake, but you end up helping people do things for so many years, and this is a big loss. ”

"Where there is a loss. Ding Ning said with a smile: "I just do some convenient things, most of them just talk to you and listen to stories, and I have eaten a lot of free meals." ”

The old woman shook her head, and mixed emotions welled up in her eyes: "Talking and chatting with each other is the greatest gift for a lonely old man who has no children and nephews. There were many people who died in battle in Changling before, and there were many people of my age, but few people had the blessing of me. ”

Ding Ning didn't say anything for a while, lowered his head and gnawed on dried fruits like a squirrel.

One winter a few years ago, he passed by here, and the kind old woman kindly handed him a hot pancake, and then he often came here to see the old woman and do what he could.

But he knew very well in his heart that this was a pancake thing.

It's because he owes her.

He owes a lot of people, and he only hopes that he can pay it off slowly, or that he can make up for it.

......

After chatting with the old woman for a while as usual, and after hearing what she said about the recent news of the fish market, Ding Ning took his leave and left temporarily, turning to the lower and deeper depths of the fish market as usual.

At this time, Song Shenshu should enter the fish market.

Song Shenshu was a junior treasurer of the Jing Shi Library and an acquaintance of Ding Ning.

However, unlike the old woman who opened the mud shop, Ding Ning did not owe Song Shenshu, but he owed Ding Ning.

In the past few years of silent attention, Ding Ning knew some of Song Shenshu's habits, and also knew what difficulties he had encountered in his cultivation.

Therefore, he was sure that Song Shenshu would definitely come to get the fire turtle gall today, and he would definitely appear in front of him.