The free market of each Autumn Fair is usually not too far from the official venue.

Looking at the flow of people coming and going, Tang Chen didn't even need to ask, he guessed the approximate location of the free market. Paste a second-grade wind talisman on himself, join the crowd of people who are hurrying with talismans or magic weapons, turn around the two mountain walls, and the boiling voice reaches his ears, Tang Chen knows that he has come to the right place.

Shouting, bargaining, scolding......

All kinds of sounds came together like a storm howling.

The free market, just behind this hill.

What catches your eye is a huge valley with lush vegetation and a small lake at the bottom. Originally, the valley was quiet and quiet, but with the convening of the Ogura Autumn Fair, the valley has become more lively than the most prosperous market in the Kokura area, and as far as the eye can see, the valley is full of black pressed human heads and all kinds of goods. However, even this could not accommodate all the attendees, and beyond the valley, there were still many stalls lined up along the foot of Qixia Mountain, like a long snake winding and stretching into the unknown distance.

In the sky, a group of blue-clothed monks embroidered with clouds on their chests and cuffs, stepping on the magic weapon of silver auspicious clouds, idled around the market. These are all disciples of the Qixia faction, and according to custom, during the autumn fair, the official booths and free markets are closed to the air, and only the officially designated law enforcement team can patrol the air. As the organizer of the Autumn Fair, you are also responsible for the safety and order of the Autumn Fair.

There was not much left in one stall, and the stall owner simply closed the stall in advance and searched for goods in the free market with his hands behind his back. The vacant seat he left was quickly occupied, and a middle-aged monk spread out a black cloth, took out items from his baggage and placed them on the table, and then watched the flow of people wandering with expectant eyes, hoping that someone would take a fancy to his goods and earn some spirit stones.

The expectant guest has not yet appeared, but the collector has arrived first.

"Chenghui, a second-grade spirit stone. An auspicious cloud rested above his head.

"Yes, this land has been paid for!" the middle-aged monk defended.

"It's a common practice to have to hand it over again if you make a change. The blue-clothed monk on the auspicious clouds replied patiently.

"It's past noon now, and there is still half a day left to receive a second-grade spirit stone?" the middle-aged monk was dissatisfied.

"This is also the usual practice, if you think it's unfair, hurry up tomorrow. ”

The middle-aged monk didn't have a rut, and after thinking about it, he was still reluctant to give up the stall and obediently handed over the spirit stone. The Qixia disciple threw him a piece of talisman paper with a specific pattern drawn on it, rode the auspicious clouds, and walked away.

A stall in the distance suddenly broke out into a fierce quarrel, and the buyer threw a wind blade at the stall in anger, splashing the goods everywhere, so the quarrel developed into a fight... At this moment, a Xiangyun patrol team quickly arrived, and without saying anything, subdued both sides and forcibly took them out of the free market.

Several Qi Xia law enforcement disciples each took out a bronze bell and shouted loudly in the air: "Article 7 of the Code of Conduct of the Autumn Fair: Brawls are strictly prohibited in the free market, and offenders will be locked up for 3 to 12 hours, depending on the severity of the circumstances, and will be fined 5 to 20 second-grade spirit stones. Those who are unable to pay the spirit stones may be thrown into the mine to pay for their work. Please exercise restraint, trade civilly, and don't be impulsive..."

This familiar scene made Tang Chen feel more cordial.

"Free market, Dao Ye is here!"

He put away the wind talisman, and when he got here, he couldn't move much faster than the turtle.

After straightening the bamboo basket, Tang Chen walked into the valley with the flow of people.

Because of the Yellow Bird incident, Tang Chen hid in Yan's house for a while, and when he arrived at Qixia Mountain, there were only five days left for the Autumn Fair. The foodie, who had always dreamed of finding treasure at the Autumn Fair, felt that time was running out and wanted to make the most of the remaining time, his eyes widened, and his eagle-like gaze swept over the different stalls.

An hour passed, Tang Chen was sweating profusely, but he was still full of interest and not tired.

During this hour, he only stopped occasionally to buy a few rare spices and spices, but he did not get anything else. Tang Chen is not in a hurry, the free market is like this, there is no clear division, all the stalls sell things irregularly, can only go all the way through like a needle in a haystack, Tang Chen soaked in the free market of the Autumn Fair for fifteen days last year, and the record he got was the green turtle shell, which was not gained for an hour, and his psychology did not fluctuate at all.

Suddenly, he stopped in front of a stall.

The location of this stall is good, a large half-person high bluestone slab on the side of the road is a natural shelf, and most of the dozens of goods on the slate are ingredients, which are cleaned up and placed neatly. The stall owner is a man in his thirties, who is leaning on a mountain rock lazily basking in the sun, when Tang Chen stopped, there were two people looking at the goods in front of the bluestone slab, and the stall owner continued to bask in his sun as if he didn't see it, without taking the initiative to sell.

Tang Chen picked up a piece of bacon and asked, "What is this?"

The stall owner's eyes opened a slit, looked at it, and said, "Blood-patterned fox meat, three products." ”

"How do you sell it?"

"Five second-grade spirit stones per catty. ”

Tang Chen threw away the meat, his volume increased by an octave, and the halberd pointed angrily: "Bacon is also sold so expensive?

The stall owner ignored it.

Tang Chen thought that the stall owner hadn't heard, so he had to say it again, and the stall owner spoke: "One point spirit stone is one point, the aura preserved by my bacon is at least thirty percent more than that of similar bacon, you can calculate, which is more cost-effective than the ordinary bacon of four spirit stones and the bacon I sell?

Tang Chen was embarrassed, he was really a little embarrassed when he met the stall owner and was seen through his little trick of bargaining, but he couldn't refute it yet, because the other party didn't talk nonsense. Fortunately, although this guy is not very old, his face is not thin, so he leaned in front of the stone slab and continued to look at other ingredients.

After asking about the prices of several ingredients, Tang Chen casually picked up the earthy yellow rhizome and said, "What about this?"

The essence in the man's eyes flashed, he thought for a while, and said, "Ten third-grade spirit stones." ”

"Are you mistaken?!" Tang Chen was furious.

Last time, it was pretending to bargain, but this time it was really angry.

This guy used to be so poor and destitute, Taobao can bring him a lot of fun, learn a lot of merchandiser tricks, for fear of being calculated by profiteers. Tossing around in this booth for so long, I just came to this thing, but unexpectedly, the other party actually quoted a completely unreasonable sky-high price!

The stall owner's eyes were brighter, and he stopped basking in the sun, so he stood in front of Tang Chen neatly and said eagerly: "Do you know what this is?"

"Of course, this is..."Tang Chen suddenly came back to his senses and said angrily, "Why should I tell you?"

"Little brother, let's be honest, I received this thing from elsewhere, I know it's an ingredient, but I don't know what it is, how to use it, I'm dying. Now that you know, let's talk about it!" the stall owner's arrogance in saying "no bargaining" had completely disappeared, and there was a bit of pleading in his tone.

"I don't know you and you accept it?"

"I don't know it! I want to know. ”

Tang Chen's eyes rolled and he said, "It's okay to tell you, but this thing is ......"

"I'll send you!"

"Good!"

Tang Chen immediately responded, held the earthy yellow rhizome to his chest, and said, "Have you ever heard of the sand rotten vine?"

"Sha Luo Teng, are you talking about the kind of three-grade spirit grass produced in the Shengdu Realm?" the stall owner said suspiciously.

"The boss is really well-informed, and even the sand rotten vine knows!" Tang Chen generously gave a sycophant and said with a smile: "This is the sand melon, the fruit of the sand rotten vine." ”

"I know that the sand rotten vine will bloom, but I have never heard of the sand rotten vine can bear fruit?"

"Don't you know, although the flowers of the sand rotten vine bloom outside, the fruit grows in the soil, it is a sweet potato..."Tang Chen patiently explained, and casually pointed out some physical properties of the sand loa, as well as the general refining method, the stall owner was originally a little unconvinced, but after two stops (one stop for about a minute), he was already convinced.

The stall owner solemnly waved to Tang Chen: "I have been taught!

"It's easy to say, then this saloon..."

"Nature is yours!"

The stall owner said loudly, even more domineering than when he said "no bargaining" before.