"Boss Gao has a connection to the black market here in Kyoto." Jiang Yexun explained.

There are many wealthy people in Kyoto, but pork and poultry are rationed.

If you want to eat, you have to grab it, and some people want to eat something else when they have more money.

The black market on both sides has people in the transport convoys, driving back and forth for four or five days, and they will receive information in advance to hunt more live game.

Those are killed before entering Kyoto to ensure the freshness of the meat.

"Then your business is still very extensive." Su Xiaoxiao smiled and joked casually.

Jiang Yexun watched her talk while stuffing buns into her mouth.

I eat with bulging cheeks, and I just think it's cute.

poked the fleshy little face, and he didn't persuade again.

soaked Su Xiaoxiao with a cup of malt cream, and when she finished eating, she hurriedly went out with her.

The guest house is still a little bit away from the black market.

They walked for almost half an hour before they reached the mouth of the alley.

"Buy five cents, sell one dime, per person."

The young man who was standing on the side smoking a cigarette waited for them to get closer before lowering his voice.

Jiang Yexun handed over a dime, and the two of them let them in.

Su Xiaoxiao waited for two or three meters before sticking to the man's side and asked curiously: "Brother Yexun, they charge so much, aren't they afraid that others won't be able to enter?" ”

"People in Kyoto have money, and there are many people who come to play, so set a threshold so that everyone can come in and hang out." Jiang Yexun said, taking advantage of the situation to hold her little hand, "Maybe there will be a lot of people, let's hold it, so as not to get separated." ”

"Okay." Su Xiaoxiao lowered her head, her cheeks flushed suspiciously from excitement.

Not only did the little hand completely let go, and the man who was so hungry that he couldn't do it was reinstated, even his body was tightly pressed against his arm.

Although there are many people in the black market, everyone is here to do things that are not allowed, so it is impossible for anyone to report them.

I don't know if it's because this black market is in Kyoto, and there are a lot of stalls and people in it.

Some of the sellers stood with baskets, while others squatted and laid their things on the ground.

But in order to facilitate escape, there are no stalls here.

Moreover, the alleys that extend in all directions are full of people, not only talking, but also walking very lightly.

Seven or eight people gathered in front of a stall, and they couldn't hear half of the sound of talking.

This is very different from what Su Xiaoxiao imagined.

She was not naïve enough to think that it would be like the night market in later generations, but she also did not expect that it would be so cautious, and even a little depressing.

But these people seem to have long been accustomed to it.

The people who bought and sold the things had a satisfied smile on their faces.

Su Xiaoxiao came to this kind of place for the first time, and she was very curious about everything.

Poking his head out, he looked past from stall to stall.

There are those who sell pork, and there are those who sell second-hand clothes, shoes, or baskets of eggs.

Of course, there are also new clothes that are fashionable from other cities, such as pastries made by yourself, or imported from other cities.

But it's obviously a rarity, and dozens of people can gather in front of a small stall.

There are also many small things that are put together and taken out to be sold at stalls.

It looks like several families got together and asked one to sell.

However, more than food and clothing, there are more second-hand old things.

Su Xiaoxiao walked from one end of the alley to the other end of the alley, and he didn't see a few people selling real old things.

When I turned into another alley, I saw four or five stalls in a row.

There are not many things on the stall, at most there are only four or five kinds, and the few are even a palm-sized bowl.

Su Xiaoxiao looked over one by one.

The delicate eyebrows and eyes then tightened a little.

What imitations of the Republic of China period, the late Qing Dynasty folk kiln porcelain......

There is a painting that is the work of everyone in the Ming Dynasty.

However, it was stripped of two layers, and the remaining third layer was thin, inky and light, and there was no price for collecting.

Just when Su Xiaoxiao thought that she was going to return today, suddenly a palm-sized purple sand cup broke into her sight.

It's not a pot, it's just a cup.

But it's not a one-of-a-kind piece.

Su Xiaoxiao remembered that in Jiang Yexun's future collection, there was such a purple sand cup.

At the end of the nineties, he bought it from a foreign Sotheby's auction and bought it for four million.

What is it called a purple sand peach cup.

When the craftsmen made it, it was just for such a unique cup.

Jiang Yexun followed her line of sight, and also saw the cup, frowning slightly.

It's ugly.

Little intellectuals won't like this, right?!

Just thinking about it, Su Xiaoxiao had already pulled him and squatted in front of the stall.