A doctor who travels through two eras

Chapter 29: Several Black Markets in Sijiu City

After sending his nephews and nieces to kindergarten, Lin Sanqi had some free time.

When passing by Huangchenggen Park, I saw two old men playing chess under a tree, and then an idea came to me.

Even if I don’t know where the black market is, these retired workers definitely know.

The old men in the capital know everything about astronomy and geography, and even the affairs of the President of the United States and his secretary. As for the country, there is nothing they don't understand, so it's right to ask them for information.

Lin Sanqi quietly moved over and watched the two old men play chess, thinking about how to start the conversation.

It is not an honorable thing to inquire about the black market. If you meet an old man who likes to meddle in other people's business and fight for justice, will you be taken to the police station?
A young man stood beside him for a long time without moving, and he didn't look like a chess spectator. The fat old man couldn't help asking:
"Little comrade, what's wrong with you?"

The thin old man also put down the chess, sniffed it and said strangely:
"Is there something wrong with my nose? I can smell the aroma of fried dough sticks."

Lin Sanqi thought it was a smart move, as the old man was trying to trick him, so he quickly took out two fried dough sticks from the paper bag.

"Come on, gentlemen. Don't be polite. Eat some fried dough sticks."

The two old men were a little surprised. One fried dough stick cost one or two grain coupons. They wondered which young master had come out?

"Wow, young man, you are very generous. You gave me two fried dough sticks right away. It seems you must be asking for something. Come on, explain clearly, otherwise we will not know why we are eating these fried dough sticks."

Lin Sanqi squatted down, looked around to see if there was anyone around, and then asked in a low voice:
"Gentlemen, I just want to ask you something. I'm bored, so I want to go to Pigeon City to take a look. But I just arrived in the capital, and I can't tell the directions. So I want to ask you two gentlemen, do you know where the Pigeon City in our capital is?"

The thin old man frowned and taught:
"Young man, this Pigeon City is a place full of all kinds of people. As a foreigner, you'd better stay out of it. Be careful not to be eaten by others."

Lin Sanqi pretended to sigh:

"It's not easy to live in Beijing. I'm new here, so I need to buy everything. I just want to exchange some food from home for some money so I can buy some furniture and appliances."

The two old men were even more surprised:

"Oh, this is really rare. In this day and age, there are still people who sell their own grain? Young man, I'm afraid you don't know how precious grain is, right?"

Lin Sanqi thought to himself, you guys are surprised, but I am not.

The fat old man knew the meaning of being grateful to someone who had helped him, so he gave some advice:

"Speaking of the pigeon market in this city, I really know that every family has difficulties these days. They either take old things to exchange, or want to buy some food to feed the whole family. It's not easy for everyone.

If you want to talk about the largest black market, there are four in the southeast, northwest, northeast and southwest of this city, but they are all in the effective area and need to leave the city.

The closest place to us is Chaoyang Park, which is located in Shilibao. There is a pigeon market deep in the park. To the south, we pass Yongding Gate and walk south to Muxiyuan.

To the west is Yuyuantan Park, in the woods near the Ma Temple. To the north, you have to go out of Deshengmen and ask for a place called Rending Lake Park, where there is also a large pigeon market.

Lin Sanqi calculated and thought, this is the end. These places are quite far away. He would be exhausted if he just walked on his own two legs. "Master, is there a pigeon market in this city? It's closer."

The thin old man laughed:
"Of course there are pigeon markets in the city, but they are just small-scale ones. You should know that pigeon markets are illegal. If people block the entrance of the alley on both sides, no one can escape. So the real large-scale pigeon markets have to be held in the suburbs.

Do you know? It's best to find an open place, preferably one with a small forest. Usually there are people watching the wind. If there is any disturbance, once the alarm is given, everyone can run away in all directions, and no one can catch them. "

Lin Sanqi thought to himself, the wisdom of the people is indeed endless. You have a way to catch him, and he has a way to escape.

Seeing that Lin Sanqi was listening attentively, the two old men became talkative. Old Pekingese people like to brag:
"Not only does the pigeon market have to be hidden, but transactions are mostly conducted at night. The faces of the traders are covered, and it is dark and no one can see each other clearly. Buyers and sellers either use a flashlight or a kerosene lamp to illuminate.

When they see something they like, they usually don’t bargain, they just signal each other with their hands and quietly leave after the deal is done. But now there are more hammers, and people can also ask the price verbally, but one thing is that they are not allowed to make loud noises, otherwise they will be kicked out.”

Lin Sanqi's eyes lit up: "Isn't this just the old ghost market for antiques? The routines are all the same."

The fat old man smiled and nodded:
"Yes, it is actually a ghost market, but it used to sell antiques to cheat people, but now it mainly sells food."

The thin old man added:

"The pigeon market used to be open at night, but now there are people trading during the day. Otherwise, it would be too inconvenient for people in the city to run out of the city to trade in the middle of the night, and they would be easily caught by patrols."

Come to think of it, if a man were walking on the road late at night carrying a bag of food, even a fool would know that there was something wrong.

Lin Sanqi took out two more pancakes from the bag and gave one to the old man:
"Sir, what are the transactions in the pigeon market? What can a newbie like me buy?"

The two old men were very satisfied with the sesame cakes, so they reminded them more carefully:

“Go to Pigeon City to see if you are a buyer or a seller.

If you are a seller, you have to pay 5 cents for protection before entering the pigeon market. Do you think the pigeon market is formed naturally? Bullshit, there are people with great connections behind it who are organizing it.

If you are a buyer, you don't have to pay. There is everything in the pigeon market, including food, clothing, and entertainment. However, the mainstream now is grain. Many farmers in Beijing often secretly bring grain to the pigeon market to sell, exchanging it for money or various tickets.

There were also watches, wall clocks, second-hand clothes, bedding, radios, and everything else for sale. These people were often people whose families could no longer make ends meet and had to sell off their property. They often did not want money or tickets, but only food.

The most popular places in the pigeon market are those that only accept cash for food, but there are not many of these idiots now. In this day and age, what is the use of having money? Food is life. "

Lin Sanqi was so upset after hearing this, thinking that he was just the idiot who was going to exchange it for cash.

"Okay, sir. Thank you very much."

The fat and thin old men chuckled and said, "Young man, if you have any questions in this city, come and ask us. Don't forget to bring your fried dough sticks and sesame cakes with you, hahaha."

Knowing where the black market was, Lin Sanqi prepared to implement his first "traffic monetization" activity.

(End of this chapter)