Era: Winning since educated youth went to the countryside

"Brother Ziwen, what kind of meat is this? Deer roe?"

Chen Qiaoyi squatted down curiously and looked at the fur on the ground.

"This is musk deer." Zhou Ziwen explained with a smile, "Musk deer is a small animal of the Cervidae family. It is smaller than a deer, but its meat is delicious. It is a delicacy in the mountains."

"Is it delicious?" Chen Qiaoyi licked her lips and asked greedily.

"Haha, let's taste it later!"

Zhou Ziwen rubbed her head amusedly.

"Hehe, Brother Ziwen, you are so nice to me." Chen Qiaoyi couldn't help but hug Zhou Ziwen's arm.

"Of course."

Zhou Ziwen nodded as a matter of course.

"Ziwen, did everything go well today?"

On the side, Chen Shiying asked with concern.

"Haha, Shiying, don't worry. With my skills, even if I meet a tiger or a leopard, they are no match for me."

Zhou Ziwen patted his chest confidently.

The full-level Bajiquan is no joke. If he really shows his power, ten Tysons combined will not be his match.

Tigers and leopards can be defeated with just one punch.

"Then you pay attention to safety."

Although she knew that Zhou Ziwen was very capable and had experienced it herself often, she still couldn't help but give him a warning.

"haha okay."

Zhou Ziwen smiled and nodded.

After chatting for a while, the two sisters began to prepare today's dinner.

Zhou Ziwen was not idle either. He picked up the tools and began to skillfully process the musk deer's fur.

His leather tanning skills were already quite advanced and the process was very quick, finishing in no time.

While he rested for a while, the two sisters prepared dinner.

While eating, Zhou Ziwen mentioned going to the black market.

Chen Qiaoyi's eyes lit up, full of curiosity, "Brother Ziwen, do you know where the black market is?"

"Yes, Uncle Wu told me." Zhou Ziwen nodded.

Chen Shiying frowned, looking a little worried.

"Ziwen, I heard that the black market is a very chaotic place. Is it really okay for you to go there alone?" Chen Shiying asked with concern.

Zhou Ziwen gently patted Chen Shiying's arm and comforted her, "Don't worry, don't you know my skills? Besides, I have a secret weapon."

The secret weapon he was talking about was naturally the turtle box that Wu Dagang gave him.

No matter how good your martial arts skills are, you are still afraid of a kitchen knife. But what if you have both martial arts skills and a kitchen knife?
With Zhou Ziwen's comfort, although Chen Shiying was still a little worried, she didn't say anything more.

She knew that she knew better than anyone how powerful Zhou Ziwen was, and she had a deep understanding of this.

After dinner, it was getting dark.

Zhou Ziwen packed up his equipment, put on a canvas bag containing the "turtle box" and the processed musk deer meat, rode his bicycle and headed for the county town.

The black market is located in a relatively remote place outside the county town, and only local people know its exact location.

Zhou Ziwen followed the route Wu Dagang gave, crossed fields and woods, and finally arrived at the location of the black market.

This is an abandoned warehouse area with some dilapidated buildings scattered around.

It was late at night, but there were dim lights here.

Zhou Ziwen has good hearing and can hear the noisy sounds inside.

Zhou Ziwen pushed his bicycle and walked into the black market with a natural look.

The leisurely posture made people around him look at him twice.

Zhou Ziwen didn't care about these people's gazes.

He had seen this kind of look many times in Dabazi Village.

Zhou Ziwen didn't care. He was not in a hurry to sell the musk deer meat, but took a look around the black market first.

He originally thought that there would be a fee for entering the black market.

After all, the people who set up the black market have to charge some management fees! As a result, when Wu Dagang heard Zhou Ziwen's question, he laughed for a long time.

Later, after his explanation, Zhou Ziwen understood the rules of the black market.

Let’s not talk about the rules of the black markets in other places, but at least here, the black market is spontaneously organized by some villagers and there are no so-called managers.

Of course, there is no entry fee.

Come if you want to, and no one will force you if you don't want to.

After all, the existence of the black market is not allowed.

But precisely because there is no one to organize it, this black market will continue to exist.

If there was someone managing it, it would have been shut down long ago.

After a stroll around the black market, Zhou Ziwen saw all kinds of stalls, some selling antiques, some selling old books, some selling various daily necessities, and even some selling wild animals.

After roughly understanding how the black market operated, Zhou Ziwen found a corner, spread out a piece of cloth, and placed the musk deer meat on it.

Soon, several people gathered around his stall.

After all, meat is scarce these days, let alone on the black market.

Meat on the black market generally does not require a ticket, but the price is a little higher.

But there are still advantages to not having a ticket, at least you can buy it with money.

"What kind of meat is this?" someone asked.

"Musk deer meat." Zhou Ziwen answered.

"How much?".

"One dollar and twenty cents per pound." Zhou Ziwen had already thought of the price.

This price is indeed a bit expensive compared to pork.

But the good thing is that you don’t need a ticket, so the price is quite cheap.

"Give me five pounds."

Sure enough, the man who asked the price just now didn't even bargain and bought several kilograms in one go.

"okay!"

Zhou Ziwen agreed and hurriedly began to weigh the meat for him.

He didn't expect that his business would become popular as soon as he put the meat on the table.

"I want five pounds too."

"I want three pounds, and I want the fat ones."

"I want eight kilograms, all fat."

As soon as the meat was weighed for the person in front, the people behind rushed over, looking as if they were afraid that they would not be able to grab it.

As time went on, more people were attracted by the fresh musk deer meat.

Some people tried to bargain, but Zhou Ziwen ignored them.

His price is already low enough, buy it if you want, or not, if you don’t want to buy it, get out.

There is not much meat in a musk deer. In just a short while, all the musk deer meat he brought was sold out.

When his meat was sold out, those who hadn't bought any were still reluctant to leave.

"Brother, do you still have this meat? I'm still waiting to buy it."

"Yeah, why is there only so little meat? I've been waiting for a long time."

"No more." Zhou Ziwen shook his head and began to pack up the stall.

As for those who were not satisfied with the meat they bought, we ignored them.

Judging from today's situation, game is still very popular on the black market.

In just a short while, he sold more than 40 yuan.

If I get a wild boar or something next time, it would sell for probably one or two hundred yuan!
This business is very promising.

After packing up his stall items, Zhou Ziwen pushed his bicycle, turned from a seller to a buyer, and began to wander around the black market.

Now that he had finished his work, he planned to take a look around to see if he could find anything interesting.

You know what, there are some things in this black market that he is interested in. (End of this chapter)