That night, Fang Ling quietly came to the slope not far from the sixth mine, because he had already been ordered, so the soldiers were only guarding the vicinity of the first mine, and the people of the county were also forbidden to come here during the day, one was to prevent the bandit mining from disturbing the people's hearts, and the other was to protect the safety of the people.

When the night moon hung high, around midnight, the bandits began to appear in groups, and it was still the team led by Chu Li.

When the bandits were mining, Fang Ling went down the hillside, went up the mountain from the other side along the mountain road, carefully groped, and sneaked into the mountain road where the bandits were mounted, and then saw the bandits walking along the mountain road with iron mines on their backs.

Fang Ling followed lightly, and it didn't take long for everyone to come to a very large mountain stream, in which there was a rather wide torrent, and there were several animal skin rafts on it, which were blown round and bulging, and the surface was very smooth, as if it was very load-bearing.

The basket of iron ore on the back of the thief weighed twenty or thirty pounds, but this raft of animal skin could fit a full ten baskets.

When the ore was loaded, the boat operator propped up the bamboo pole and the raft went down the river.

Fang Ling's secret path is clever, if he hadn't followed him at night, I'm afraid he wouldn't have been able to find a trace at all, and he actually relied on the mountain waterway to transport it, and it was a shame that they could figure it out.

Fang Ling naturally couldn't take the waterway, so he walked along the mountain road, and found that there were branches in this mountain waterway, but the animal skin raft could only pass through such a big one, and gradually walked along the waterway, until the water surface was wide, and he actually came to the edge of a big river.

The big river in the mountains meanders and flows, I don't know where it leads, Fang Ling walked along the river, and when he passed through a reed thicket, he suddenly found a brightly lit place in front of him, and when he got closer, he found that it was actually a market, needless to say, this must be the black market in Meng Zhiyuan's mouth.

In this bazaar, most of the people dressed as bandits, the younger ones are only 15 or 6 years old, the older ones are thirty or forty years old, and in addition, there are also well-dressed merchants. At the exit on one side of the clearing, there is also a place where the horses are parked, and the road is quite wide, so that it can lead to a long place.

Fang Ling observed outside for a while, and when a thief came to the reeds to relieve himself, he stunted him with a palm, put on his clothes, and then walked in.

On the ground of the market, there are stalls one by one, and there is a wooden sign next to each stall, with the name of a certain cottage written, and the things sold can be described as varied, cloth and silk, medicinal materials and grains, and they are not small businesses, all of them are a big bag.

Originally, it looked like a busy scene in the distance, but I didn't expect to feel more busy when I walked into the market, people came and went, and there were bargains, although there were not many merchants, but they all seemed to be wealthy, and the entourage around them were also strong and capable.

If it weren't for Xi Ling'er mentioning this black market, how would Fang Ling have expected that there is such a place in this big mountain, let alone Feng County, even the most prosperous street in Xihe County is much inferior to here.