It was the first time Hao Ze had entered this kind of free trading market, so he was a little at a loss in the face of everything around him.

He walked aimlessly through the crowd when he suddenly noticed a particularly serious problem.

He didn't know what that lark grass looked like.

Embarrassed.

There are almost no rules in the free market here, as long as you don't smash and rob, everything will be fine, and as for other things, the full-screen stall owners are willing to do whatever they want, as long as they pay the stall rent.

Most of these people who are proficient in medicinal herbs are informal guys, and when they usually come to sell things, they often put the things they want to trade on the cloth in front of them, without marking the price or name, and then sit there lazily, waiting for someone with a discerning eye to buy it.

Most of these people are people who can collect high-level herbs on a regular basis, have the ability to live a good life, and are not in a hurry to sell the goods in their hands, because they know that they can sell them sooner or later, and they don't need to be too anxious until the last resort.

On the other hand, there is also a group of people who have worked hard to get so many precious herbs, most of these people are for the support of their families, or for their own survival, in short, a group that is always on the move but will not decrease.

These people come here to get money quickly, and they usually try all kinds of ways to sell their goods so that they can get money quickly.

Therefore, for this purpose, people in this group will spend most of their time trying to advertise what they are selling to attract the attention of others.

So to sum up, Hao Ze, who didn't know what the so-called lark grass looked like, could only silently hope in his heart that the latter was selling it.

Fortunately, Hao Ze's wish really came true, although it was not exactly the same as expected, but at least the result was correct.

Less than twenty steps in front of Hao Ze, there was a tall man and a man who looked very round from a distance crowded in front of a stall, even standing in Hao Ze's position, he could hear the two of them arguing with the stall owner.

Hao Ze stopped where he was, quietly pricked up his ears and began to listen to what they were saying.

"Old sir! Can't you sell it to me when you've put it all out? ”

The tall man said.

"That's right, you see that you can't look down on so many treasures that we have shown you, so it's better for us to pay more money and sell them to us directly."

The fat man echoed, reaching out to take the white-flowered grass in front of him.

The stall owner didn't speak, the whole person was nested in the big cloak, looked at them coldly, shook his head very decisively, and stretched out his hand to protect the lark.

"Then if you don't exchange or sell, what are you going to do!? I've just shown you how many rare and easy treasures, not to mention that none of them can be seen by you.

The fat man stretched out a fat finger and pointed at the stall owner, with a proud face, and the spit flew everywhere.

The stall owner lifted his head hidden in the black cloak, and his cold gaze glanced over the two of them, full of impatience.

He stretched out his finger and pointed to the board beside him, and the meaning was self-evident.

Hao Ze took the opportunity to take two steps closer, poked his head out and glanced at what was written on the small board.

[The lark grass is only exchanged for the feathers of cherished birds, and the others are not exchanged]

The meaning is very concise.

Although the matter of seeking bird feathers sounds nonsensical, in fact, the feathers of high-level birds are quite good decisions to be used to refine elixirs or practice tools.

When Hao Ze saw this, he thought of Xiaoba in a second, and felt that he had won the battle.

I'm sorry for Hachi, though.

Young bald or something.

Cough.

When the two men saw the sign, they turned their faces away and "cut", their faces full of disdain.

"Cut, hillbilly, what's the use of bird feathers, at first glance it's garbage that doesn't know anything......"

The man in the air of opulence whispered, but was heard by the cloaked man.

Oops.

Hao Ze frowned, remembering that someone had said that these people who were making medicine and alchemy were the most taboo for others to say that his skills were not perfect. Because this is originally a highly competitive profession, one by one painstakingly picking herbs and refining medicines, but in the end you are belittled like this by a person who doesn't know much about anything, who might be happy

The man looked at them with displeasure, and a look of unhappiness had begun to appear on his face, and it looked like he was about to take action.

But the fat man who didn't know what to do continued to chatter and said that he would never leave if he couldn't get the lark grass.

"Anyway, Lao Tzu is going to set this lark grass today, this gentleman, if you really know each other, I advise you to call him out quickly, don't blame me for being polite when the time comes."

The crowd had already begun to gather around, chattering and watching this good show, and the expressions on their faces were not the same at all.

The man in the cloak was annoyed by him, and at last he stood up at once, packed up his things twice, opened them and left the two silly things.

When the two men saw that he was leaving, they immediately became anxious, and without saying a word, they blocked the road in front of him, and stood in front of this little cloak with a fierce face.

"If you don't give it to us, you won't want to go out today!"

Hao Ze was silent for a moment, and then thought about it, he remembered that he heard that this place refused to be smashed and robbed.

Just as he thought, the cloaked man also looked at them in some surprise, and after a pause, he said.

"You ...... Planning to grab it directly? ”

Unexpectedly, the owner of the voice is very young, and there is even a feeling that it is difficult to distinguish between men and women.

The surrounding people erupted into a small burst of ridicule, it seems that the control of smashing and looting here is indeed quite strict, and even the surrounding onlookers are so disdainful of their statements that they laughed.

The two people looked at the crowd around them and laughed at them, even their faces turned red, they sneered, and said with a proud face, "Lao Tzu is different from you, I'm here, but no one dares to care about me!" ”

The look on his face was extremely confident, as if he really felt that he was terrifying.

The people around let out a burst of boos, some people were frightened by his words, hesitated for a long time, or ran away in disgrace, some people believed it or not, but they just wanted to see the excitement, so they still stayed, and some people were still in a state of disdain, thinking that these two things were just pretending to be forced, and it would be interesting for the steward to come after a while.

Hao Ze stood aside and shook his head.

There's a backstage.

But there is a backstage, and it is really rare to be stupid to say it.

Reporting to his home or something, it's also hard work for his family.

Hao Ze stood aside, not intending to interfere, and continued to wait and see.

"Hurry up and hand over the things to Lao Tzu!"

The tall man looked fierce and said helpfully.

As soon as the man in the cloak stood up, his figure looked much smaller, and he was completely weak in front of the tall and short fat people, which was not worth mentioning.

The man in the cloak shrank back, but he still had a hard face, protected the things in his arms, and ran away.

But almost in the blink of an eye, the tall man chased after him, grabbed the caped man's hat, and lifted him in the air, and could only struggle.

Hao Ze smacked his tongue, it turned out that this was really not a guy who talked about it, and his skills were really not ordinary.

Seeing that these two people were about to succeed, Hao Ze finally couldn't hold it back, maybe it was because if he didn't help again, the lark grass that was already on his lips would be gone.