The Age of Rebirth: Winning since the educated youth went to the countryside

After dinner, Zhou Ziwen set out for the black market alone.

He was somewhat expecting to come across something valuable in the black market.

Before going, he asked Zhou Chaoyang, but he decided not to go.

He had seen what the black market looked like and found that it was actually not much different from the market.

It’s just that the market is during the day and the black market is at night.

It was not yet dark outside, and Zhou Ziwen rode his bicycle slowly towards the county town.

By the time he arrived near the black market, it was already dark outside.

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

Of course, before entering the black market, he still tied a towel around his face to cover it.

Zhou Ziwen arrived too early. The black market had just opened and there were not many stall owners, only a few scattered around.

Zhou Ziwen was looking for things that interested him at these stalls.

Perhaps he came too early today and he didn't find any stall selling books.

Come to think of it, most of the transactions on the black market are about food and daily necessities such as rice, oil and salt. I was lucky to meet someone selling books last time.

In this era, things like feng shui and fortune telling are feudal superstitions.

If you are caught selling these things, it will be more serious than profiteering.

Zhou Ziwen took a look and found that there was a stall selling medicinal herbs.

However, this stall does not sell many medicinal herbs, and they are all relatively common ones.

Zhou Ziwen stepped forward and asked about the price of the medicinal materials.

When I asked, I found out that the price was much higher than the purchase price of the pharmacy.

Then, Zhou Ziwen saw a stall selling porcelain.

Judging from the smell of these porcelains, they should not be antiques.

But these porcelains are made to look like antiques.

Seeing this, Zhou Ziwen did not step forward. This thing was obviously a scam.

After walking around, I saw more and more people coming to the black market.

Some are buying things, and some are selling things.

Some stalls displayed cucumbers, pumpkins and other vegetables grown at home, while others displayed grains, both coarse and fine grains.

Zhou Ziwen was like a street urchin. When he saw someone setting up a stall, he would go over to take a look.

If I come across something that interests me, I will buy it.

Zhou Ziwen wandered aimlessly in the black market, his eyes scanning the stalls, looking for treasures that might be hidden in ordinary objects.

Although he did not find the Feng Shui book he wanted, he was not discouraged because he knew that the black market was always full of surprises.

As the night deepens, the black market becomes more lively. Many people who dare not set up stalls during the day take advantage of the cover of darkness and come here with their goods.

Zhou Ziwen noticed that some people’s stalls displayed things that looked ordinary but were actually quite valuable.

In a corner, he found a stall selling second-hand items. The stall owner was an old man with wrinkles all over his face.

Zhou Ziwen walked forward and began to look through the items on the stall. There were some old copper coins, broken jade artifacts, and some strange objects whose age could not be determined.

His eyes finally stopped on a seemingly ordinary wooden box with some complex patterns carved on its surface. Although it was a little worn, the exquisiteness of the carvings could still be seen.

Zhou Ziwen reached out and picked up the wooden box. He felt that the box was heavy and it was obviously not made of ordinary wood.

"Old man, how much is this wooden box?" Zhou Ziwen asked.

The old man took a look at the wooden box in Zhou Ziwen's hand, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes: "This box is passed down from my family. If you really want it, give me ten dollars."

Zhou Ziwen's heart moved. He felt that this wooden box was not simple and might be an antique.

He didn't bargain, but took out ten dollars from his pocket and handed it to the old man, then carefully put the wooden box into his backpack.

He had just used his Feng Shui skills to sense this wooden box and found that the box had a strong and stable energy.

This kind of thing can only be found in precious wood, and the wood must be old enough.

In other words, his carpentry skills are still relatively low, otherwise he would be able to tell what material the box is made of.

Continuing to wander around the black market, Zhou Ziwen discovered a stall selling homemade tools. The tools here were all handmade by the stall owner. Although they looked rough, Zhou Ziwen could feel the practicality of these tools.

He selected several small farm tools that might be useful and a sharp folding knife to take home for future use.

Time passed unnoticed, and Zhou Ziwen felt that he had gained a lot tonight. Not only did he buy some practical items, but he also unexpectedly found a possible antique wooden box. He decided it was time to go home.

Before leaving the black market, Zhou Ziwen looked back at the bustling market and thought to himself that this place was not bad and he could come and visit more often when he had nothing to do in the future.

After coming out of the black market, Zhou Ziwen rode his bicycle with a flashlight and rushed all the way. It didn't take long for him to get back home.

In other words, his five senses are sharp and his reactions are quick. Even if it is dark outside, he can still see the road clearly with the help of a flashlight, which is actually no different from daytime.

If someone saw Zhou Ziwen at this time, they would find that the flashlight was moving quickly, faster than a motorcycle.

On a night like this, one would probably think that one was encountering a supernatural event.

Not long after, Zhou Ziwen returned home.

He carefully put the bike away and walked into the house with a flashlight.

He did not go to rest immediately, but took out the things he bought at the black market tonight one by one and prepared to check them carefully.

First, he opened the mysterious wooden box. Under the bright light, the carvings on the box looked even more delicate, and every stroke revealed the exquisite craftsmanship of the carver.

Zhou Ziwen gently touched the patterns on the wooden box with his fingers, feeling the delicate textures.

He tried to open the wooden box and found that it was not locked, but was stuck by an ingenious mechanism.

Zhou Ziwen observed it carefully and soon found a way to open it. With a light press, the wooden box opened.

The box naturally contained nothing.

But the valuable thing about this box is itself.

In this day and age, this box cannot reflect its value.

But he knew that the material of this box was very rare, and it would be priceless when he got it.

Next, Zhou Ziwen checked the homemade tools.

Although these tools look rough, they are finely crafted and each component has been carefully polished and adjusted.

Zhou Ziwen tried them out and felt very satisfied with their feel and performance.

He put these tools in order and prepared them for future use in agricultural production and daily life.

As for the sharp folding knife, Zhou Ziwen loved it even more.

He opened the blade, carefully looked at the blade that was shining with cold light, and felt the sharpness of the blade.

He knew that a good knife was very important in surviving in the wild and in daily life.

After sorting out tonight’s harvest, Zhou Ziwen felt a little tired.

He stretched, turned off the flashlight, and prepared to go to bed.

Lying on the bed, he recalled tonight's trip to the black market and felt very satisfied.

The black market is a place worth exploring. If he goes there often in the future, it might bring him some unexpected surprises.