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Chapter 17 Black Market
  Winter is approaching, the days are long and the nights are short

The sun is as shy as an 18-year-old high school boy and doesn't want to come out.

Zhao Yefang was not willing to wait for it, and shouted in front of Ji Jiuru's door: "Sister Ru, are you up?" When there was no sound, he knocked on the wooden board again, and the wind fanned her cheeks red.

Feng only slapped her, and the door opened from the inside. Ji Jiuru took her in. "I'm sorry, Sister Zhao, I was rinsing my mouth just now and couldn't speak." She poured a cup of hot water for Zhao Yefang.

Ji Jiuru and Zhao Yefang went out after taking some small things they had sorted out last night.

When the Feng child saw the humans coming out, he complained to the Feng parent. The Feng parent said, "Children, break their mouths!"

It's a pity that the two of them were fully armed and had turbans on their heads. Only their eyes were exposed. The wind child couldn't do anything to them. He could only stand beside them and rage furiously, venting his anger on the innocent trees. The tree:...

The two left the army and walked for an hour to the village gate. There were already a dozen villagers going to the market waiting for the shuttle bus at the gate. They joined them without attracting anyone's attention.

The red light from the east came out into the sky. Zhao Yefang blew out the oil lamp. After waiting for less than a minute with Ji Jiuru, a bus that was not old and new came slowly from a distance.

"Don't be crowded, there are seats for everyone." The conductor greeted everyone to get on the bus, while holding a basket to collect the fare.

Ji Jiuru put her and Zhao Yefang's fare, two eggs, into it. The woman sitting next to them put food stamps on it, some put money on it, and most of them put things on it.

"Sister, are you going there too?" The woman sitting next to her moved her butt to the right and made a breathy sound next to Ji Jiuru.

When they met for the first time, it was most taboo to talk shallowly and deeply. Ji Jiuru pretended not to understand what she was saying, "Sister, are you also going to the city to visit relatives?" The woman understood, and she didn't shamelessly put a cold face on her butt, and turned around. Turn your head and chat with the person next to you.

Zhao Yefang looked at her with approval. Sure enough, she had good taste and she didn't find the wrong person when she was in a hurry to ask for money.

The car picked up a lot of people on the road. Regardless of overloading these days, more and more people crowded Ji Jiuru against the wall. This was also the reason why she didn't come to the city often before.

She specially wore a piece of clothing with pockets inside, and put all her money in it to prevent accidents. She also brought some other tickets.

The bus was swaying, making people who got up early in the morning feel drowsy, but they didn't dare to sleep and looked around vigilantly to guard against thieves.

Finally arrived at the city center,
  Everyone relaxed their tense bodies and got out of the car.

Ji Jiuru and Zhao Yefang also got up and walked down. The moment they got off the car, Ji Jiuru felt the man behind her press against her, and her feathers fell even as she became a disciple of him.

If Ji Jiuru hadn't practiced martial arts since she was a child, she might have discovered that her belongings were gone only when it was time to pay.

She sneered in her heart. She was being treated as a soft persimmon. Under the guise of looking thin, she was all muscle.

Ji Jiuru squeezed the man's hand hard and threw it to the ground, "Cousin, stop teasing me, give me back my things" with a smile.

【ah? x66】

It seemed that she was really joking with the man. Only the man knew that his arm was pinched and dislocated, so he gave her all the stolen things, "Sister, let go of your hand, I am joking with you. Because of the pain, a few drops of sweat came from A stream of water ran down his forehead.

[It’s a thief, I’m still wondering why the anchor beat him]

As soon as he let go of his hand, the man disappeared like a mouse that had taken medicine in broad daylight. Several little mice in the crowd saw this and ran away with him.

[What did the anchor eat growing up? Why are you different from ordinary girls, or are all women of that era like this? 】

Zhao Yefang was squeezed behind by the crowd. When he saw the movement, he hurriedly ran up, "Are you okay, sister?" He was worried about her. Ji Jiuru shook his head.

Zhao Yefang took her to the residential area next to the department store, turned left and right into a small alley, came to a very inconspicuous house, and knocked on the door, three long and one short.

Someone opened the door and let them in.

The appearance of the house is the most ordinary two-story building in a residential area. The red bricks are exposed on the outside. It looks like a copy and paste with the surrounding houses. It is unremarkable. Who would have thought that there is a tunnel underneath that connects to the black market.

In addition to the place that only the elderly can find, there is also... Zhao Yefang raised his eyebrows and brushed his face with the big man guarding the house.

The big man looked at her unexpectedly, "Xiao Zhao, I haven't seen you coming for a long time." He opened the back room with the key and lifted up the carpet in the middle of the room. Just as he was about to signal Zhao Yefang to help, they lifted up the wooden board together.

Ji Jiuru came over and smiled weakly: "Brother, let me do it." She easily lifted the wooden door weighing several kilograms with one hand, revealing the stairs leading to the black market.

The big man's jaw dropped to the ground and he looked at Zhao Yefang. In addition to questioning and confusion, there were other emotions in his eyes.

However, he has also seen the world and quickly adjusted his mood. They have never seen anything in this industry.

Patting the big man on the shoulder, Zhao Yefang shrugged. Just as he was about to light the oil lamp, the big man fumbled for a button on the wall and clicked. The light bulb on the stairs came on, illuminating the stairs.

The reselling is really huge profit. There were no lights a year ago. You must know that this is just one of dozens of entrances in the residential area. It is actually equipped with electric lights. The others probably have electricity as well.

Zhao Yefang didn't say anything and took the lead to go down. Ji Jiuru followed her. When they both went down, the big man stood guard outside the door.

After walking for a while, "Sister, there is so much money here" Ji Jiuru said, a little surprised but not much. After all, she had already experienced the most outrageous thing: a live broadcast.

Is it possible that there are still people who have traveled through time?

Within a few minutes of walking, there were noisy sounds and bright lights coming from the front. The big lights on the roof were like artificial suns, illuminating the underground black market almost as brightly as the ground. The black market was renamed the white market.

There are a lot of people, comparable to those in the market.

Zhao Yefang took Ji Jiuru to an inconspicuous small room in the corner and knocked on the door, "Sister Bai, are you there?".

There is a low-quality and strong perfume smell coming from afar, and its presence is so strong that it makes people choke, "If I were you, I would wait for Sister Bai who is looking for you~" Why? The two were puzzled.

Before the woman could speak, "——" the sound of breaking beer bottles came from the room, and a standard "honest man" with a simple and honest appearance walked out of the wooden door.

His expression changed quickly. When he saw the people outside the door, his originally angry expression changed to a simple and honest expression. "Xiao Zhao is here. I haven't seen you for a long time. Your sister Bai is inside. Come in quickly." Le Hehehe is like a farmer who has just returned from farming and chatting with someone he knows.

If he hadn't known that half of the black market was under his control...

"Brother Zhao~" Luo Xiangxiu saw the man coming out and pressed against him like a boneless fairy, whispering softly.

The two walked away.

Zhao Yefang motioned to Ji Jiuru to enter the house with him and close the door, "Sister Bai, did he hit you again?" His eyes moved from the fresh bruises on the woman's face to her flat stomach. "Where is your child?"

Isn’t Sister Bai only five months pregnant now? !

(End of this chapter)