"Be prepared, this time may be a little dangerous!"

Hua Rong sighed, he had also read the information of the sawtooth, this guy is not a good talker, if Nan Ye Beizhang's identity can't suppress him, I'm afraid it's really a bit difficult.

"We split into two groups, one person watching from the entrance, and if anyone comes, we will be notified immediately. The rest of the people go to the bazaar, maybe there are some things we can use, where we are going, but the typical poor mountains and bad waters, the conditions are worse than you think, if these local residents have any antidote herbs, they must buy them! ”

"Also, don't clash with these natives, there is a tribe behind them, and they get into a lot of trouble."

After Hua Rong explained everything that should be explained, he went to the market with Zhang Meng, the fat man, Zhao San, and the sick ghost.

Leaving Ye Jiu to look at the car, Zhang Meng walked into this reclaimed vacant land, which was a bazaar to him rather than a primitive buying and selling market.

Many people sit directly on the ground with things to sell in front of them.

These things have game, dendrobium, three-headed mushrooms, and even a bloody big bear paw, it seems that it has just been cut down, Zhang Meng and the fat man are amazed to see it, even the fat man has never seen these things!

There are also many people from the mainland who come to pan for gold, and some of these people sell guns and ammunition, and even TNT explosives and other things.

It's just that the prices are very expensive, otherwise these things must be the most wanted things for the local villagers.

Along the way, Zhang Meng actually saw that someone was carrying a large bag of game and replaced it with an old-fashioned rifle with a five-eight lid.

"The people of southern Xinjiang are savage, and a piece of land the size of a sesame grain will make them kill each other, so weapons are the best thing to sell here, and they are worth more than gold. Some people deliberately sell weapons here in exchange for things, but in recent years, the state has promulgated the "Regulations on the Control of Firearms", and local security has been much better. More than eight of the 10 markets here are closed, and from time to time there are border guards who conduct surprise inspections, and if they find anyone selling guns, they will be taken to the gun......"

Hua Rong explained to everyone as she walked.

"Alas, dare to exchange this rotten leaf for money? Could it be Ganoderma lucidum fairy leaves? ”

The fat man walked past a tanned minority vendor, picked up the yellowing leaf in front of him, and put it on his nose to sniff.

"Choke me, yawn! Yawn! ”

The fat man's face turned green, and he could only smell a choking smell, as if he had feet, and it burrowed into his lungs.

He sneezed several times, and the leaves were full of spittle.

The swarthy vendor stood up abruptly and looked at Zhang Meng and the three of them with an unkind expression. He said a few obscure words, as if it was a tribal language, and Zhang Meng couldn't understand it anyway.

A few people near the stall immediately walked over, it seemed to be a tribe, some of them were only wearing a pair of pants, and their exposed muscles were like iron, and Zhang Meng was secretly frightened to watch. Fucking just this muscle, you can punch through a plywood with one punch, right?

Hua Rong muttered a few words to the man, as if arguing over the price of the leaves, and finally Hua Rong took out three hundred-yuan bills, took a dozen leaves and left.

The sick ghost also picked up a leaf and put it in his mouth, and after a moment, there was a hint of surprise in his eyes: "This thing should be a freshly picked and dried mint leaf, this kind of thing is in the mouth, no matter how big the mountain miasma is, we are not afraid!" ”

"Well, good luck this time. Fatty, don't take other people's things, fortunately, this guy wants RMB, if he doesn't want money, just guns and ammunition, where can we go to find so many things to exchange with him? ”

Hua Rong said helplessly: "The way of trading here is different from person to person, and some people only need to barter. In addition, the market here is now closed to the border guards, and there are fewer and fewer tribes willing to accept RMB, and they have nowhere to spend the money when they take it......"

"Know, know, what's."

The fat man blushed a little, staring at Zhang Meng and the sick ghost with contempt, and he was also a little embarrassed.

Then, they bought a bottle of ointment mashed with medicinal herbs for 1,000 yuan, and the Yi man who sold it himself demonstrated it, and he cut a cut in his hand with a knife, and then smeared the ointment on it, and the wound actually stopped bleeding immediately.

And according to the judgment of the sick ghost, the effect of this ointment on skin healing is also very good, and it is estimated that in less than two days, the arm of the Yi people will be restored as before.

At that moment, the sick ghost said that he had to buy it anyway, and the Yi people insisted on using some salt and food in exchange for it at first, but under Hua Rong's persuasion, they finally agreed to take the money and buy these things again. After all, although the renminbi is not very circulating, it can barely be spent.

"These weapons are really not good, they are all obsolete things, maybe one day the gun is blown up, the person is not killed, and he has put himself in, and the ghost wants these things......" Zhao San saw at a glance that these old guns were all defective products, and he gave up the idea of buying them at the moment.

"Aren't the ones we just looked at all new? These things are also defective. ”

Hua Rong asked suspiciously.

"It's freshly painted, and don't look at the color of these guns, look at the chambers. For example, the most classic five-eight cover, the chamber of this gun is three millimeters thick, and the ones we saw just now have been ground to two millimeters, and it took at least a few years. ”

Zhao San said proudly, in terms of understanding firearms, I am afraid that the masters of Zhang Ye's two families are not as good as him.

"Admire, it turns out that there are such details."

Hua Rong nodded, indicating that she had been taught.

Zhang Meng was also a little proud, after all, Zhao San was a member of their side, so he couldn't let the Ye family look down on him.

After walking around, I finally bought everything I needed to buy. But the fat man couldn't move his legs in front of those game, and he asked if he had to bring some game meat along the way to spice up his appetite, otherwise he would die if he ate biscuits every day.

However, this construction was unanimously rejected on the spot, and now that the whole Hummer is crammed, where is there room to bring these things?

They were about to go back, but suddenly there was a commotion ahead, and four or five men came barefoot, their faces painted with colorful colors, their clothes were shabby, and their skin was dark.

They seem to be buying things on a large scale, moving directly when they see a suitable one, and leaving with a stack of money.

However, this practice does not seem to cause dissatisfaction among the stall owners, who seem to be afraid of these people.