Siheyuan: Sap is the last word

After a busy day and high-intensity mental work, I feel somewhat exhausted.

He Yudong bought a glass of energy water from the system space and drank it. He felt a chill rising from his stomach, passing through his chest and hitting his brain. He felt refreshed in an instant.

He rubbed his temples and said softly: "Yi Zi, I have some data to calculate. I will sleep in the study tonight. You go to bed early and don't have to wait for me."

Ran Qiuye hesitated to speak with some worry, but finally nodded slightly.

"Don't worry about me, I'm fine, ah. If anything happens at home, remember to tell me in time."

Ran Qiuye sighed.

"Brother Dong, have you forgotten that our two children still don't have names? I've been waiting for you to give them names. Now they are called Xiaobao and Xiaobei. It's a shame that you are still a cultural person, isn't it? Shameful!"

He Yudong felt as if he had been struck by lightning.

"I haven't named my child yet?!"

"Hey, ever since I gave birth to the child, you have been busy with things. Then some time ago, I saw that you finally had some free time, and I thought you would think of it yourself. I didn't expect..."

He Yudong hugged his wife.

"I'm sorry, Ye Zi. It's my problem. I can even forget such an important thing. I'm sorry."

"...Okay, can I blame you for this? I know you work hard, but now it's time for your children to register for household registration. You should quickly name our two children, otherwise I will call them Xiaobao and Xiaobei." Registered."

Ran Qiuye promotes the narrow road.

"Okay, okay, I will definitely come up with a name before going to work tomorrow."

"Okay, go ahead and go to bed early so you don't break your body."

Ran Qiuye straightened He Yudong's clothes with a gentle smile.

He Yudong locked himself in the study, not thinking about how to go to the black market tonight to explore. He was only thinking about the names of his two children.

In this era, both men and women like to use names such as "National Day" and "Patriot". If you shout "Patriot" on the street, ten people will turn around three and a half times. Half of them belong to people in the family named Aijun, and the remaining seven have names like "Love the Party" and "Support the Army."

He didn't want to give his child such a bad name.

But now is the time to shake things up, and names that are too poetic can get you into trouble.

It is very important to have a sense of proportion.

After thinking for a long time, he finally chose two more pleasant names. He Yudong put aside his worries and finally remembered that he had to go to the black market today.

At this point, I'm afraid there is no black market, only a ghost market.

Black market transactions just emerged to fill the gap in the market. The ghost market has been half black and white since ancient times.

All those who work in the black market are inseparable from the ghost market business.

Large quantities of grain, cloth, oil, salt, sugar, and rare items can only be delivered through the ghost market.

Jiang Hongbao said before that he snatched the goods from Xie Lianggong, that is, he snatched them from the ghost market.

He Yudong first pretended to be Wang Gang, then went to his small yard to load a wave of goods, and then strolled to the street.

The opening hours of ghost markets are generally "opening at midnight and dispersing when the rooster crows", which means it starts at two or three in the morning and lasts until four or five o'clock. It is exclusively opened in the middle of the night.

Because the time is similar to the time period when ghosts appear in legends, and the smell of ghosts is strong, people gave it such a strange name.

Moreover, the things sold in the "ghost market" are not clean. There are people selling stolen goods and selling fake goods.

Especially the one selling fake goods.

It turns out there is a joke, that is, someone went to a ghost market to buy antiques with money. When he came back and saw that they were fakes, his friends laughed at him for having suffered a loss. In the end, the man laughed and said: "It's not a loss, it's not a loss, and no one cares." When I come out, I use fake money to buy things!"

In addition to the prevalence of fake goods, three-handed thieves and "day thieves" who trade fakes for real goods are even more rampant in this ghost market.

Therefore, it is impossible to tell whether the person doing the transaction is a human or a ghost, and the items purchased cannot be seen in the light. The "ghost market" also has this meaning.

The ghost market under the old imperial city in Xicheng is the largest. He Yudong often went there before, but the ghost market near his home was rarely visited.

The one that took up the largest area was a shop selling old clothes, shoes and hats. There was a large array of them. There was an old mat under the better clothes, and the tattered clothes were spread directly on the ground.

The stall owners don't shout, greet, or solicit sales. It's all up to the "ghost market" people to see and choose by themselves.

The person who sells bulk grain is holding an ear of wheat or a piece of rice in his hand. If he wants to buy it, he doesn't need to negotiate the price. He puts it in his armhole, or blocks his hand with his hat, and gestures. If he thinks it's okay, then he can buy it. Follow and get the goods.

You have to be careful when inspecting the goods, because there are good grains on top, but moldy grains and even sand inside.

If you don't recognize it on the spot, it will be too late and you will have to consider yourself unlucky.

The same goes for those who sell cloth.

There were even arms sellers before liberation.

The seller was holding a toy pistol made of sawn wood, painted black and holding it in his arms. He was holding a cigarette in his mouth and his eyes were darting around like a sleepwalking ghost.

But if someone weighs the wooden gun with his hands, the sale comes, but the goods cannot be seen or inspected.

The seller will put down the gauze on his shoulders and let you put your hand in to touch it, remove it, or do whatever you want, but you are not allowed to take it out, and you are even allowed to put your head in and poke around.

Negotiate the price, hand over the money, and they will hand you the robe and clothes, then turn around and disappear into the half-darkness of the night.

From beginning to end of the shopping trip, He Yudong folded his hands and was careful not to bump into others.

There are those clever "three hands" that can empty out everything in your pocket with just a touch of shoulder.

If it happened to He Yudong, it wasn't that he couldn't catch it, but there was no need to use his false identity to cause too much trouble.

They are all invisible, so why bother.

It's better to reveal his whereabouts and let those people know that he is not easy to mess with, that's all.

After walking around, it was not so much that there were no suspicious people, but that everyone in the ghost market was suspicious and everyone was hiding their heads.

But looking at the atmosphere, it was no different from usual.

He Yudong decided to go to Xie Lianggong or Jiang Hongbao to see if there was anything going on.

Just as he was about to leave, he suddenly heard some strange movement in the alley.

"Who do you think you are? Do you know whose territory this is? How dare you come here to run wild?"

"We were just two dogs before. Now that their owners are dead, why are they still showing off their wits here with us?"

"Little bastard!"

"Poor ghost!"

The sounds of insults, struggles, and fists and feet hitting the human body were all intertwined, one after another.

The voices of defense and begging for mercy were too weak and were suppressed below, making it difficult to distinguish them.

He Yudong didn't like to meddle in other people's business, but when he was about to leave, he vaguely heard a name.

"Xu Damao".

This forced him not to go and take a look.

Ha, it turns out they are still two acquaintances.

Liu Guangfu, the youngest son of the second uncle Liu Haizhong, and Yan Jiekuang, the youngest son of the third uncle Yanbugui's family.

A half-grown boy, he used to do a lot of evil things with Xu Damao in pursuit of money and glory.

But now that Xu Damao is dead, how could they not be repulsed by what they had done.

However, it's not like these two guys can't be used.

*Part of the description and content of the ghost market in this chapter are quoted from Baidu Encyclopedia