Chapter 29: Tattered Cloth Exchanged for Golden Sand

  Who cares about that, Wen Fei thought to himself. This guy even dares to smuggle tea and wine, and there's also a convoy, it looks like the scale is not small. Should I also get some wine to sell next time? Anyway, except for the first time seeing that dogshit official, he hasn't seen any government officials again!

  The second day, early in the morning. The sky had not yet fully brightened,

  Wen Fei was woken up by the buzzing sound. Many people had already come to the market, and Wen Fei, this dead otaku, hadn't gotten up so early since graduating from middle school. In a daze, he set up a stall at the entrance of the shed.

  At this time, the sky was still gloomy, and it was at most four or five o'clock. After a while, more and more people came. It seemed to be several times more lively than the usual market. Wen Fei felt strange, grabbed a familiar person who had bought things from his stall several times, and asked: "Why is it so lively today, and there are already so many people here so early?"

  That man was a middle-aged Han Chinese dressed as a simple rural farmer, who seemed to have seen some of the world. His accent wasn't as thick as that of other local farmers, and Wen Fei could barely make out what he was saying. He said in surprise: "Don't you know? Today is the day those barbarian tribes come to trade..."

  What's that? Wen Fei was somewhat puzzled and wanted to ask again, but soon many people gathered around to check out Wen Fei's goods and started asking about the prices. Wen Fei's goods were special and had already gained some fame at this horse market, with business going quite well.

  It wasn't even mid-morning, and Wen Fei had already sold more than half of his goods. At this time, a few burly men with sheepskin jackets, rough faces, and braids came over, speaking in an even stranger accent, pulling at the remaining fabric that Wen Fei had left, their faces filled with excitement!

  The cloth brought by Wenfei didn't sell well, other goods were almost sold out, but these cloths hardly moved. It made Wenfei feel helpless, thinking that he would never bring such things again, not only were they heavy, but also nobody bought them. In this poor rural area, people wore clothes for ten or eight years, unless it was a festival, otherwise nobody bought clothes, at most they just tore off a narrow strip of cloth and took it back to use as a hair tie for their own daughter, making Wenfei laugh and cry at the same time.

  These are all inventory fabrics that Wenfei specially found, the price is very cheap, not calculated by meter, but by weight. Wenfei weighed 100 kilograms, and the other party thought it was too little, and was not very willing to sell, but spent only a few dozen yuan. They were all synthetic fibers, and Wenfei didn't know what specific name they had, but they looked quite light and thin, and the colors were still bright.

  Those men looked at Wen Fei's fabric, their mouths were so happy that they almost split open, and they took the fabric to compare it on themselves. They chirped and chattered with their companions, saying something, anyway, they were in a state of high spirits. Then they took out a small pocket from their body and threw it onto Wen Fei's car, shouldered the fabric and left.

  Wen Fei was shocked, but looking at those big men with fists as big as his head, he didn't dare to go up and argue. He opened the bag and took a look, and suddenly his eyes widened with excitement. Inside, there were about half a bag of golden sand, coarse and fine, the coarse ones were about the size of soybeans, while the fine ones were just fine sand.

  Looking at this bag of sand, Wen Fei suddenly thought of a possibility, his face turned extremely strange, and he quickly hid the bag close to his body. Wealth should not be revealed!

  "This thing, if Wen Fei isn't mistaken, should be gold sand, right? Good heavens, this half bag of gold sand weighs at least a kilogram. How much is gold per gram now? Even if the current price of gold has dropped, it's still worth around a million or so. At this moment, Wen Fei's mouth was about to curve into a smile."

  Although Wen Fei's hands and feet were quick, in the crowded market with many prying eyes, their movements naturally couldn't escape detection. Wen Fei was soon spotted by a group of people.

  "Big brother, it's with Iwabe. That bag must be full of gold sand!" a skinny guy whispered, looking like a monkey.

  They are not far from Wen Fei and also sell some miscellaneous goods. It's just that business is not very good.

  "This Taoist priest suddenly appeared out of nowhere and actually dared to come to Luoma Market to poach business. Big brother, why don't we take action and drive him away..."

  That big brother sneered and said, "I've had my eye on this Taoist for a long time. It's just that in the past, he and Chen Niwan were too close as master and disciple. I didn't dare make a move. Now that Chen Niwan has left, let's see who can still protect him!"

  The thin man suddenly became somewhat fearful and carefully said: "Does this Taoist know Chen Niwan? Then is he also skilled in magic?"

  "Ha! I don't think so," the elder brother sneered. "This Taoist priest is so greedy for wealth, how can he be a man of virtue? He must not have any real abilities. Let's wait until after the gathering disperses and then we'll sneak up on him quietly. If this Taoist priest is clever, he'll obediently hand over his money, that would be best. Otherwise, don't blame us brothers for being ruthless! What's wrong with you? You haven't even taken action yet, but you're already scared to this extent."

  But then the youngest person, who had not spoken until now, said: "Big brother, this Taoist priest seems to have real magical powers. Today I originally used a knife blade to cut open his Taoist robe and wanted to take out some silver money..." As he spoke, he spat saliva from the corner of his mouth.

  "How is it? Little San, speak quickly!" The big brother shouted. This youngest brother of his, although timid and not very capable, had a skillful hand at stealing gold, could hide a knife in the seams of his fingers, and could slash through other people's clothes without being detected, taking their silver money from inside their pockets.

  "Gulp..." The little three's Adam's apple moved up and down, and he said with difficulty: "There were too many people, and when I struck, someone pushed me from behind, so that knife was used with more force!"

  Several brothers knew that this was called a small three, and the blade hidden between the fingers was so sharp. This time, it seemed to cut into the flesh, and if it went deeper, it would cause loss of life.

  "I used too much strength all at once, and I thought that Taoist priest would be bleeding profusely. I had already made up my mind to do something bad and was preparing to call out to my elder brother to come over and use force. Who knew that the Taoist priest was so resilient, just like nothing had happened to him? Not even his skin was scratched!"

  After listening to Little San, several people's faces looked a bit unsightly. The eldest brother forced a smile and said: "Maybe it was that the Taoist wore too thick clothes, Little San's knife was sharp, but the blade was too short and didn't hurt the skin..."

  He hadn't finished speaking when he saw that little three had a knife in his hand, its blade broken off.

  "Hiss......" A sharp intake of cold air, the thin monkey shouted: "Damn it, this Taoist priest must have some kind of magic to protect himself... Brothers, this is getting weird, let's find another fat sheep to take down instead!"

  ;