Take the water of the Longjiang River, start Luo Mountain, the water of a river is like a dragon, break through the mountains and break the wall, and suddenly open up to Dongyang.

The name of Broken Dragon Gorge comes from this.

A few miles through the Broken Dragon Gorge, there is Dongyang Mansion, which has a river division, and has started to take the Longjiang River shipping, embankment, dredging and many other matters, and now it has been more than 100 years.

Xingjiang Division is now famous as Cheng Yang, is an authentic Dongyang Mansion person, since Tianyuan 21 years into the company, although there has been no achievements in the past seven years, but there is no big mistake, the official of the fourth product let him do as he pleases.

However, Cheng Yang has encountered a troublesome thing recently, and his intuition is still a big thing, so that he has a particularly restless New Year.

On Chinese New Year's Eve, a ship borrowed from Western Xia sailed through the Broken Dragon Gorge and capsized.

This matter is naturally under the jurisdiction of the Xingjiang Division, but it is only to record the files, and at most send some people to send the boat out of the Broken Dragon Gorge safely and steadily, which can be regarded as benevolence and righteousness.

It's not a big deal.

After all, in the area of Broken Dragon Gorge, it is strange not to overturn more than a dozen ships a year.

But in Cheng Yang's eyes, this little thing has a tendency to expand more and more.

No, in a month's time, Chen Zhizhou had already called him over to talk alone more than a dozen times, asked about the passing merchant ships in the Broken Dragon Gorge, asked if there were any suspicious people, and asked him for the account book twice, which made him feel uneasy all day long.

There was gossip in the neighborhood that this cargo ship from Western Xia had lost something, and it was a priceless thing, even if it was sent to Luo Kyoto to be offered.

But what exactly was lost, people who knew it were silent, and they didn't know it at the same time, which made people panic, and no one could live in peace.

Valuable and unspeakable things, except for the ghost market, Cheng Yang really can't think of where to find it.

On duty, Cheng Yang specially returned to the house early, and when he took a nap, he saw that he couldn't see his five fingers outside the window, so he called a small servant to carry a lantern, and the two of them went out of the house, hired two carriages, and walked in the direction of Lai Po Bridge in the north of Dongyang Mansion.

There are many rules handed down by the ancestors in the ghost market, and one of them is that private carriages are not allowed to enter the country.

The ghost market of Dongyang Province is lined up along the Lai Po Bridge in the Lai Po River, which has dried up for several years due to the excavation of the Chentang Canal, and can be set up two miles when it is prosperous.

Lai Po Bridge is located in the middle of nowhere, the road along the way is not easy to walk, bumpy for nearly half an hour, Cheng Yangdian dizzy, the carriage gradually slowed down, the driver of the cloth voice hoarse shouted to the two to get off.

Cheng Yang was dazed and motioned to the little guy to pay the fare, and the two stumbled and walked in the direction of the starry fires not far away.

At first glance, you can only see shadows standing and squatting with many figures, and some people are putting a lantern in front of their feet, but the lamp twist is like a soybean, like a ghost fire seen when walking by the graveyard at night.

Cheng Yang came to this kind of place for the first time, to be honest, he still had some awe in his heart, he walked down the riverbank tremblingly, and saw a person who was slightly familiar with him, and when he took a closer look, he was immediately happy.

It's not an acquaintance.

It turned out that Cheng Yang was not the only one who thought of the ghost market.

The same errand Jiang official in the Xingjiang Division made Miao Ye smile embarrassedly, and his eyes signaled to his peers.

The stall owners of the ghost market never shouted, and even the conversation was only whispered, as if the imp was muttering.

The two of them walked along the ghost market, and met many familiar officials, all of whom nodded their heads and continued to travel without interfering with each other.

Cheng Yang looked around, and saw that a master was holding a white object in his hand, white and shining with silver light, which was very eye-catching, so he approached to see that it was a white fox skin with "all beards and full tails", and he couldn't help but be stunned.

White fox fur is not uncommon, but as complete as it is

It's really rare to have smooth and moist fur, and this ghost market is really a place to pan for gold.

The sloppy old man with a felt hat didn't greet him, but only looked at the people in all directions with his sleeves up, and looked unconvinced.

Cheng Yang glanced at it a few times, and finally liked it, so he stepped forward and asked in a whisper.

The stall owner pulled his hand half out of his sleeve, pinched his thumb on the first joint of his ring finger, and hung him slightly from the corner of his eye.

Cheng Yang blinked, not knowing this kind of codeword, but Miao Ye on the side reminded softly, "It is ten taels starting from the little finger, and pinching one joint is three, which is three hundred taels." ”

Cheng Yang glanced at it twice, shook his head slightly and left, it was too expensive, he couldn't bear it.

The old man in the felt hat rolled his eyes, put his hand in his sleeve, and glanced around at the passerby, and suddenly his eyes lit up slightly.

A young man in white walked over from the other end of the ghost market, followed by a cold middle-aged man, the little boy only swept slightly on the white fox skin, then turned his head to whisper to the middle-aged man behind him, and then the two figures seemed to lean over this side unintentionally.

However, before he reached the old man, the little boy suddenly stopped in front of an antique stall, glanced at the things on the stall, pointed to a black bead and asked for the price.

The owner of the antique stall was also an old man, dressed sloppily, with three fingers sticking out of his cuffs.

The little boy shook his head slightly and stretched out two fingers.

The old man at the antique stall also shook his head and pinched his middle finger.

The little boy groaned and pinched his middle finger as well.

The old man frowned, hesitated for two breaths, waved his hand, and motioned to take it away.

The middle-aged man after the young man stepped forward, and his movements were vague, handing over the money with one hand and delivering the goods with the other.

Cheng Yang also saw the little boy, it was really this young man who attracted attention enough, and when he saw this bargaining technique, he became more and more surprised, and asked his subordinates in a low voice what they meant.

Miao Ye said softly, "Stretching out one finger is one hundred taels, three is ten thousand taels, pinching it is halved, and pinching it again is halved." ”

Cheng Yang exclaimed, "It's so rich!"

"Maybe it's a treasure. Miao Ye didn't think so, and whispered, "There are many colored things in here, depending on your eyesight, it can't be said to be a relic." ”

"Don't talk nonsense. Cheng Yang said with a smile.

Miao Ye said again, "That's an old oil head, it looks like the white fox skin, but in fact, if you don't look at it, he doesn't ask the price of the fox skin." ”

Cheng Yang tilted his head, indicating that he would wait and see.

As he spoke, the little boy had already arrived in front of him, brushed by the two, and was whispering to his descendants, "The good things under the falling stones, I don't know if there is such a trip." ”

"There's still plenty of time. The middle-aged man replied in a deep voice.

Cheng Yang was slightly stunned, his intuition was a little wrong, and before his head turned around, Zi first moved in the direction of the teenager, which happened to be between the teenager and the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man paused, glanced at Cheng Yang coldly, and walked around him to leave.

Cheng Yang was frightened in place, and it wasn't until Miao Ye pushed him that he reacted, and when he looked back, the young man and middle-aged man were long gone.

He blinked quickly, his heart pounding, and asked the person on the side, "Where is the falling rock?"

Miao Ye was stunned for a moment, and said in a low voice, "This is a kind of nonsense in the circle, and I don't know either." Why do you suddenly ask this?"

"You didn't listen to those two people......" Cheng Yang whispered.

"This kind of person speaks half-truths," Miao Ye disagreed, probably thinking that he had a bad attitude, and added, "If you are really interested, ask a few people in the circle, and you will know as soon as you ask." ”

"That's what I thought, too

。 Cheng Yang smiled slightly, "What about the two of them?"

"It's out. Miao Ye looked beyond the ghost market and towards the riverbank.

The withered grass swayed, the cold night was lonely, and it was pitch black.

Cheng Yang had a slight regret, "Go on." ”

Miao Ye nodded, and the two continued to swim along the ghost market.

......

In the empty streets, a white-shed carriage walked slowly, and the sound of wheels echoed in the night, stopping in front of a door.

The white horse flicked his tail and snorted.

The middle-aged man riding the horse stepped forward and knocked heavily on the door a few times.

In a few moments, an old servant with missing front teeth opened the door, and the carriage slowly drove into the humble courtyard.

It's the fifth watch, and a room in the courtyard is still burning with fire.

Yao Jingcheng sat at the table, his hand against his forehead, and he didn't nod his head for a while.

The door creaked, and the old knife poked in half from the outside, grinning at the awakened young man to reveal his missing front teeth.

"Are you back?" Yao Jingcheng patted his head and drank a glass of water.

"Hmm. The old knife nodded shyly and retreated again.

Yao Jingcheng patted his shirt, yawned strangely, pushed the door and went out.

......

Turn on the lights and close the door.

Yifeng sat in front of the candle flame and pinched the dirty beads he bought with more than two thousand taels of silver tonight.

There was only a soft sound, and the bead suddenly fell apart.

Yifeng picked out a small roll of paper from it, spread it out and looked at it, the corners of his lips hooked slightly, and raised his hand to burn the small paper.

At this time, the door rang a few times, and two shadows, one tall and one short, were printed on the door.

Yifeng glanced at Yu Yi and motioned for him to open the door.

Yu Yi went over and opened the door, and he didn't have a good face for the two uninvited guys.

"Got it?" Yao Jingcheng asked, glancing at the flying ashes, sitting across from Yifeng.

"Things have already been taken away. Yi Feng closed his eyes slightly, rubbed his eyebrows with the back of his hand, paused, and said, "In the ghost market a hundred miles northwest of the city, there is an auction in ten, and there may be one." ”

Yao Jingcheng raised his eyebrows slightly, "Is the news credible?"

"I don't know, it's hard to tell if the things in the ghost market are real or fake. Yifeng whispered, "One is willing to fight and the other is willing to suffer." ”

"Can I believe what you say?" Yao Jingcheng glanced at him and yawned, "Where did the news come from?"

"Ghost markets are subject to the rules of the market. Yifeng still shook his head.

Yao Jingcheng rolled his eyes, "Then how much silver did you spend?"

Yifeng opened his eyes and glanced at him, "Two thousand five." ”

Yao Jingcheng opened his mouth and wanted to ask again, but when he saw Yifeng's smiling gaze, he suddenly choked, but he still asked a little sneeringly, "Are you willing to just go adrift?"

"Not much, it's worth a gamble. Yifeng took a sip of tea and said lightly, "If you are interested, you might as well go and have a look, the knife seniors are here, and you will not be lost." ”

Yao Jingcheng subconsciously glanced at the old knife.

The old knife grinned shyly.

Yao Jingcheng shrugged his shoulders and said, "Forget it, I'll go back in ten years." ”

He yawned again and said sullenly, "Alright, I'll go to sleep." ”

Yifeng nodded slightly.

......

When the morning light is faint, the ghost market that has been noisy all night is like a morning breeze blowing fog, quietly dissipating.

Came and went without a trace.