Boyuan was originally the residence of an earl in the last years of the Qing Dynasty.
After the Qing Dynasty was overthrown, Boyuan was confiscated and became state-owned property.
In the last years of the Republic of China, Wang Bayi, the elder Wang who was born in Xiangma, bought this earl’s mansion from the official mansion and used it as a place for the Wang family.
Now that Wangba is a year old, he seems to have suffered retribution. He is all sick, hiding in the mountains, and rarely comes to the provincial capital.
This Boyuan was transformed by "Uncle" Wang Boyi and turned into his own base camp, and it is also the site of a large-scale trade fair held every year.
When the two stepped into it, they suddenly felt like stepping into the vegetable market.
Yes, the architectural layout here is no different from the vegetable market in third-tier cities.
The difference is that the things placed on these stalls are not vegetables, radishes, Chinese cabbage, but all kinds of treasures.
That's right, it's baby.
Antiques, mountain treasures, Cordyceps, celebrities, calligraphy and painting, look around, everything.
At almost every stall, there were bosses wearing high-end suits, arguing fiercely with vendors, trying to bargain.
It is the well-dressed ladies in the compound, some of them are also frothy, bargaining with the hawkers, and fighting each other is full of joy.
"Xun'er, could it be that we went to the wrong place?" Deng Jiuling had a black line on his face.
"No, I saw a lot of seniors." Xiao Xun'er frowned slightly, a little disliked this place.
But what the two of them have to admit is that most of the things these hawkers sell are very cost-effective, and many of them are very valuable.
"Many of these things are dirty, and they can't be circulated outside, but they can be unobstructed here, so they are naturally cheap."
"Young man, you still came to the trade fair at a loss. You don't even know that this is a black market."
Two bosses passing by, with a look of contempt, said casually.
"Black market?" Upon hearing this, Deng Jiuling and Xiao Xun'er looked at each other with speechless faces.
After a long time, the so-called Boyuan Fair is a large-scale black market
The black market has existed since ancient times. Although it is unreasonable and illegal, hidden in a sunny corner, it has never been extinct.
It's not that Deng Jiuling doesn't know about the black market, but it's the first time he has seen such a blatant opening of the black market, and it can also allow the official to block the road.
"Damn it." Xiao Xun'er was a little unhappy.
"Existence is reasonable. The Wang family was born as a ringing horse. Wang Boyi has been in the university town for many years. He naturally has a strong network and relationship." Deng Jiuling laughed.
"Forget it, since it's here, let's just take a look." Xiao Xun'er took the initiative to play with Deng Jiuling's hand and laughed.
"Yeah." Deng Jiuling nodded.
Although the black market is dirty, there are generally good things.
The two looked over one by one and found that the bigger the stall, the better the sellers.
"Smelly old man, don't you have eyes when you walk? Grass!" In front of him, an unpleasant voice suddenly sounded.
Following the reputation, I saw an old man lying on the ground groaning, sunglasses and crutches scattered on the side.
Beside the old man, several bastards with dyed and hot blonde hair, smoking cigarettes and screaming at the old man, pointed at the old man.
"Break a leg and throw the trash can." The big guy who was surrounded by everyone, playing with the high-end lighter in his hand, had a sneer on his face.
Speaking of which, Chen Zihao was very depressed.
Chen Zihao knew that Haitao was looking for someone to play Deng Jiuling, so he ran to Boyuan early this morning to prepare to watch the show.
However, Chen Zihao waited for a long time, but instead of waiting for half a figure, he met a bad old man who was seriously ill.
Unfortunately, Chen Zihao collided with the old man, and the old man fell to the ground instantly.
by!
unlucky!
But when Chen Zihao's little brother was about to beat the old man.
A majestic and staring voice suddenly rolled from behind: "Stop it."
"Damn, stop if you let it stop, how old are you?"
"Do you know who our brother Hao is? That's also Uncle's brother!"
The two gangsters, with awkward faces and crackling fists, were about to beat Deng Jiuling.
However, before the two gangsters took a shot, Chen Zihao slapped their faces respectively.
"Grass, this is our school's first flag carrier, Brother Nine, quickly apologize!" Chen Zihao roared.
"Brother Nine, I'm sorry."
"Brother Nine, we were wrong."
The two gangsters suddenly panicked, and quickly apologized.
"Get out!" Deng Jiuling looked disgusted, cherishing words like gold, and was too lazy to talk nonsense with these people.
"Go!" Chen Zihao waved his hand and led away.
"Brother Hao, just forget it?"
"Yes, Brother Hao, this is your uncle's place. You are uncle brother, what are you afraid of?"
"Get him!"
Several gangsters talked about each other.
"You know what a fart."
Chen Zihao turned on and closed the lighter, and said with a sneer: "Tao Brothers and Leopard Brothers will find someone to play this kid, we just wait to see the show, why do we do it ourselves?"
"in!"
"Haha, Brother Hao is still clever."
"Wait and see, although this kid came in standing, he definitely lay out."
These gangsters surrounded Chen Zihao, left the exhibition hall, went to the compound to eat a buffet, and prepared to watch a play for a while.
…
In the hall, Deng Jiuling helped the old man up and escorted him to the lounge.
Don't think the Boyuan Exhibition Hall is similar to a vegetable market, but the decoration here is actually very luxurious and style, and the lounges are all individual small rooms.
Along the way, from time to time, there are bosses with beer belly, arms around the sexy beauties who have just met, stepping into the private rooms one after another, and then slamming the door.
In some of the rooms that were already closed, there was a faint strange voice coming from Xiao Xun'er, who was blushing, and regretted coming to this broken place.
Deng Jiuling helped the old man into a small room and poured another cup of hot water.
"Grandpa, are you better?" Xiao Xun'er helped the old man take out the pill he had with him, and assisted him in taking the medicine.
"Thank you, thank you." After taking the medicine, the old man obviously improved a lot, and quickly looked at the two of them.
"By the way, grandfather, did you come alone? Or should I send you back?" Xiao Xun'er said kindly.
"no need."
The old man shook his head and said with a smile: "I'm sick. I just separated from the servant. If you are busy with you, I will just call him."
"In this case, let's go first and say goodbye." Deng Jiuling nodded and pulled Xiao Xun'er away.
"Brother Nine, grandpa is so pitiful, why are we...?" After leaving the room, Xiao Xun'er was a little confused.
"The old man was full of black air. This is because when he was young, he killed a lot of people and was contaminated with resentment by the dead, so he was sick all the time."
"When this kind of person is young, he does all the bad things, and gets retribution when he grows old. This is retribution."
"This is the kind of person who is comatose in public, and he has a halo of bad luck, and he is used to suppress evil."
Deng Jiuling explained to Xiao Xun'er one by one what he saw from his life and death.
In fact, with Deng Jiuling's current half-step master's cultivation base, he can easily spur life and death to observe the other party's detailed information.
However, after many explorations, Deng Jiuling discovered that if he urged life and death, to check the other party's information would reduce the "benefits" in his body.
Although such negative effects are very rare.
However, in view of the difficulty of obtaining "benefits", Deng Jiuling said that he was very heartbroken.
Therefore, if it is not necessary in the future, Deng Jiuling will not easily spy on other people's secrets.
After all, prying into other people's secrets is equivalent to "disclosing secrets", and Deng Jiuling naturally has to pay some price.
And the most important point is that because life and death is still being repaired, and the function has not been fully restored, Deng Jiuling does not want to increase the burden of life and death too much.
This is the truth.
Upon hearing this, Xiao Xun'er wrinkled her nose and said in surprise: "That old grandfather looks very kind, but I didn't expect him to be that kind of person."
Deng Jiuling had repeatedly predicted that when it was about to happen, Xiao Xun'er would naturally not doubt his words.
But to say that the old man was a bad person, Xiao Xun'er felt incredible.
"People shouldn't look good, and the water shouldn't be measured. When the old man was young, he did all the bad things, but when he was old, he tried his best to do good things."
"But even so, the merits of those good deeds can only make the old man immortal, but he still suffers from all kinds of illnesses."
Deng Jiuling's explanation was mysterious and mysterious. Xiao Xun'er was a little dizzy when he heard it, but felt that it seemed very reasonable.
What the two didn't know was that not long after they left, a martial arts master with bulging temples walked into Xiaoya's room with a panic expression, and knelt down to the old man with a bang.
"Master, I'm so sorry, I went to the bathroom just now, I didn't expect you..."
Bang bang bang!
This powerful martial arts master kept kowtow to the old man to admit his mistakes, and even his body was trembling in fear.
"Forget it."
The old man sneered, and said: "Don't take this as an example, otherwise there will be one more corpse of a martial arts master in the Qingyi River."
"Thank you, Master, for not killing." Hearing this, the martial arts master felt relieved and his back was already wet with cold sweat.
…
Deng Jiuling accompanied Xiao Xun'er, wandering around the exhibition hall at will.
The two inquired about it, and then they realized that the hall was divided into multiple exhibition areas, and each exhibition area had its own characteristics.
After shopping for a full half an hour, the two of them came to the last exhibition area.
This exhibition area is small, only three to five hundred square meters, but it has the most people.
The name of this exhibition area is a bit gloomy and scary, it's called-Difu Exhibition Area.
The hawkers here are staring at each other, or with scars on their faces, or with shaved flat heads like prisoners, or with vicious eyes, all of them are not fuel-efficient lamps.
The bosses who came here were also silent, but if they fancy something, they will directly buy it at a price of cash, and they will never say a second word.
"The things sold in the Jifu exhibition area don't seem to be very clean." Xiao Xun'er frowned slightly, and didn't like the gloomy and terrifying atmosphere here.
However, Deng Jiuling's gaze fell on a stall.
Wow!
At this moment, in Deng Jiuling's mind, life and death was trembling fiercely, as if very excited.