The stall owner was an old man in his sixties. He was wearing a shabby camouflage uniform and was covered with thin body. His brown arms rolled up with cuffs were covered with thick blue veins.

At first glance, he was an old herb collector.

"Boss, how do you sell this night-gathering fungus and poria?"

Zhao Yang pointed to a handful of vines on the stall and a gray-white thing with a tree root in the middle.

The old man looked up at Zhao Yang, a little surprised, but those who could recognize this were experts. After hesitating for a moment, he said, "It's all good things from the previous year, one hundred and one hundred and five in the night!"

Zhao Yang didn't say much, reached out and took out two tickets, handed them over and said, "I bought it for two hundred!"

The old man looked up at Zhao Yang again, reached out to take it, then found a newspaper, handed it over Yeshou Teng and Fu Shen Bao, and handed it over.

After putting the things in his backpack, Zhao Yang walked to a store deep in the market.

He had just walked around and didn't see anyone selling musk in the stall, so he had to go to the medicinal materials store inside.

The medicinal materials shops in the market have a complete range of products and are often good. Although they are more expensive than those in stalls, they are cheaper than other pharmacies.

Musk is indeed very expensive, especially now it is basically pure mountain products, with not much production, but fortunately Zhao Yang needs a small portion.

Five grams of musk cost more than two hundred more.

I spent half of the money I made in one day.

It made Zhao Yang feel a little distressed, but fortunately the ones I bought today are all good products, which are worth the price.

This night's fungus has been around for at least ten years, and the Poria cohabita has been around for at least fifteen to twenty years. It would be better to use it as a combination medicine.

After buying all these things, the next step is to go to the vegetable market to buy roosters.

Zhao Yang carried his bag and walked towards the exit of the market.

But when he walked to the market door, he heard the "ding ding" sound coming from the side, and Zhao Yang couldn't help but look at the blacksmith shop next to him.

Five or six spears were inserted on the left side of the door of the blacksmith shop, and seven or eight bright long swords were hung on the wall on the right.

In the deepest part of the blacksmith shop, a faint red light overflowed, and the "ding-ding" sound came from here.

After thinking for a while, Zhao Yang slowly walked in.

"What do you want to buy with little brother?"

The middle-aged woman guarding the shop came forward and asked with a smile.

Zhao Yang looked around and said, "Is there any dagger or short knife?"

"dagger?"

It sounded like a small piece, and the woman looked a little cold. She pointed to a small wooden table next to her and said, "There are seven or eight pieces here, you can pick them up and take a look.

Zhao Yang walked forward and saw that the wooden frame of the table was covered with seven or eight short knives about a foot long.

After taking a few random glances, these short knives are basically pretty good, but the workmanship is a little rougher.

Well... In Zhao Yang's eyes, he doesn't look handsome enough.

"Boss, are there anything else?"

Listening to Zhao Yang's words, the woman leaned over and opened the cabinet, took out a plate from it, put it on the table, and said, "The shortest ones are here!"

Zhao Yang glanced at it and found that there were four handles on the plate, two of which were similar to the one above, and the other two handles were obviously more delicate, both of which were double-edged.

One of them has a skin scabbard, about one foot long, and looks quite exquisite.

Zhao Yang picked it up, pulled out the knife and looked at it. The knife was good, but it looked too delicate. The blade was less than six inches wide and only two fingers wide.

Such a knife is okay to use for self-defense, but if used in the wild, it will be a little smaller.

The other handle is slightly longer, with a simple style, and the blade handle is one; the blade is three fingers wide and seven and a half inches long, with a faint old look and no scabbard.

The woman next to her looked at Zhao Yang's appearance and pointed: "These two handles were collected from outside, and the price is more expensive!"

"Then what's the price?" Zhao Yang said.

"The smallest one is six hundred, the big one is five hundred!"

Hearing this price, Zhao Yang frowned and said, "It's too expensive!"

"If you think it's expensive, you can choose other items, which are about 300 yuan. Our products are genuine and don't yell at random!" the woman said indifferently.

Zhao Yang sighed, pointed to the sheathless dagger, and said, "Is this three hundred or not?"

"At least four hundred and five!" The woman shook her head, her face gradually getting colder.

"Too expensive, thank you!"

Zhao Yang nodded, said politely, and then turned around and left.

The price of this dagger is indeed beyond his limit, and I don't really want to buy this one.

But last night, the child used the dagger and dagger sword type, so he wanted to buy one.

Since it exceeds the budget, it's okay not to buy it.

I went to the vegetable market to pick a big rooster with a bright crown and feather. After spending about a hundred yuan, I took it home.

"Teacher Xun, sorry, I'm here again!"

At this moment, Uncle Qian from the Black Tiger Gang came to the Zhao family again, but this time he came alone, and he swept away the domineering attitude of the last time, with a polite and smile on his face, not like a debt collector at all.

"Uncle Qian is here, please sit down, please sit down!"

There was no contempt or disgust on his face on Zhao's mother. She politely poured a glass of water, then went into the house to get the money.

Uncle Qian sat in this small living room, took a few sips of water, and saw a certificate hanging on the opposite wall.

Seeing the gold-burning characters above, my pupils shrank slightly and nodded secretly. It was indeed a meritorious family!

"Uncle Qian, there are 1,500 yuan in total. Please count it!" Zhao's mother sent the money over and said.

Uncle Qian smiled more and more politely and said, "No need to count, no need to count, you can trust it!"

At this moment, I really didn't count it in my pocket, and then handed over a piece of paper and said, "This is a loan book. If there is no problem, then our accounts will be cleared!"

Zhao's mother naturally looked at it carefully. Although the family had no shortage of the money, she still breathed a sigh of relief after paying off the debt.

He smiled and said to Uncle Qian, "I finally cleared up, thank you!"

"You're welcome! We're business too. If you overcome the difficulties, we'll make some money!"

Knowing that he was not a popular person, Uncle Qian stood up and bowed, saying, "Then I'll leave first!"

Just when he reached the door, Uncle Qian suddenly stopped and turned around and looked at Zhao's mother.

"Uncle Qian, what else is there?" Zhao's mother frowned and hesitated.

"Look for the teacher, forgive me for taking the liberty!"

Uncle Qian laughed twice and said, "Your family is now a good family in our Xicheng District. The conditions are so good now, but the outer city is getting more and more chaotic, so I didn't think about walking upwards?"

Zhao's mother was stunned and said slowly: "Uncle Qian, do you mean?"

"Your family has the conditions now!"

Uncle Qian pointed to the certificate hanging on the wall and said, "Others who ask grandpa to sue grandma can't find a way. You can go directly to the inner city!"

Looking at the certificate that Uncle Qian pointed at, Zhao's mother took a light breath, a bright color flashed in her eyes, but then she smiled and shook her head and said, "The houses in the inner city are expensive!"

"It's not expensive. With your family's conditions, you can move to the inner city for 120,000 yuan!" Uncle Qian said with a hint of envy.

Zhao's mother hesitated for a moment and said, "Uncle Qian, do you mean?"

"If your family needs 120,000 yuan, the interest rate is calculated at the minimum, and it can be done for one year or two years!"

Uncle Qian smiled and said, "The lowest interest rate is not such a good thing for other people; your family is now a meritorious family, and Zhao Yang is a fifth-class meritorious person at a young age. I can only give such conditions! It can be regarded as giving Zhao Yang a favor!"

"Minimum interest..."

Zhao's mother's eyes lit up, but she shook her head again. Even if it was the lowest interest rate, it was 120,000 yuan, so how could she borrow it?

At this moment, a voice sounded outside the door: "What is the minimum interest?"

"Oh, Zhao Yang is back..."

"Oh, I bought such a big chicken..."

Seeing Zhao Yang coming in with a big rooster, Uncle Qian quickly got up and laughed politely.

Zhao Yang smiled and said, "Uncle Qian, did you just say the minimum interest rate?"

"Monthly rate is two minutes, this is the lowest. It's Zhao Yang, your face, no one else can get it!" Uncle Qian said intimately with a smile.

The monthly interest rate is two minutes. According to the current market, it is indeed a low interest rate. Zhao Yang nodded with a smile and said, "Okay, this interest is really not high. Let's consider it. If necessary, I will come to find Uncle Qian again!"

"Okay, then I won't disturb you much. Come and find me anytime if you need it!"
Chapter completed!