Even though the Qin Dynasty never forbids ordinary people to carry swords, and even some public competitions were not prohibited, some weapons with great lethality, and even some practice tools and practice scriptures are all items that are strictly prohibited from trading and circulation.

A lot of things that a practitioner can imagine are naturally not used for trading.

However, these things are hidden in the fish market like fish under lotus leaves, and the fish market is just a spontaneous market. Many of the businesses here are naturally not legal.

But such a market is on the edge of Changling. Why can so many big people exist for so many years?

At this moment, a young man with a thick-browed eyebrows had such doubts in his heart.

He held a butter paper umbrella with a broken edge, wearing a short black garland robe that Changling people rarely wear. He had no shoes and was directly wearing bare feet.

The worn butter paper umbrella in his hand was very big, but in order to completely cover the body of the person in front of him, his small body was still exposed and completely wet by the rain.

The man in front of him was a very short young man, dressed in a scholar, with a melon-shaped face, and a very pretty face, especially his skin was as white as jade, and there were no flaws.

Looking at the countless shanty towns in the fish market ahead, the raindrops that kept sprinkling like pearls from high to low, the thick-browed young man frowned, and couldn't help but ask the young man half a head shorter than him in a deep voice, "Young Master, why does such a market always exist?"

The young man dressed in a scholar smiled coldly, "Only by the instruction of the two prime ministers can such a market stay here forever."

The young man with thick eyebrows was still confused and looked at him in confusion.

"Illegal transactions can often bring higher profits. Higher profits can make more people who are desperate to bring more things."

The young man dressed as a scholar continued coldly: "In recent years, many rare treasures overseas can reach Changling, and even many overseas barbarians and practitioners have established connections with Changling, relying on not only the waterway of the Wei River, but also the relationship between this fish market. For those who sit high above the temple, they can also obtain things that were impossible to obtain before, so they took a turn for themselves and closed their eyes and allowed them to exist here. Of course, all the people doing business here naturally know what kind of order those people need, so this place is fairer and safer than other large markets in various countries."

"So you must understand that any activity must bring greater benefits to people so that it will make people interested in trading with you. Moreover, most desperate people will not seek skin with tigers. They will not trade with those who are far superior to themselves and can swallow their own objects at any time." The young man dressed in a scholar turned his head and looked at the silent thick-browed young man, and said quietly: "Because such basic rules exist, I have the confidence to come here to talk."

...

The roads in the fish market are rugged and undulating, muddy and difficult to walk on. The drop of dozens of meters leads to more than ten passages of different heights, which is like a maze for those who do not come frequently.

However, for most businessmen who simply don't welcome wanderers, they don't mind the road getting more complicated and harder to walk.

So although the rainy day is very dark and the roads between shops covered by countless awnings are even darker, only a few businesses have picked up lanterns.

The occasional faint lantern light was like an alien, shaking uneasy in the wind.

There were still many people passing by the fish market. Ding Ning put away his umbrella and leaned on it like a crutch. He was familiar with the road to the low and deep areas of the fish market.

Due to heavy rain, many areas at the bottom of the fish market that were just dry mud ponds had been flooded with water, and the water level was only half a meter away from the bottom of most stilt buildings. But even so, there were still many small boats floating at the bottom of the stilt building, and wooden basins floated around in the turbid mud water.

Following a shaking wooden path set up with a sampan, Ding Ning walked into a very small stilt house.

This is a very small ink shop, selling ink, paper and pen.

The owner of the shop is an elderly widowed woman who is over 60 years old. Because she doesn’t have much expenses in her daily life, and most transactions in the fish market require seals or handprints. Therefore, as the only ink shop, the sales of inks are pretty good, and life can continue.

Because there is nothing to do normally, the old woman with gray hair was drinking tea with a crude porcelain cup before seeing Ding Ning. When she saw the boy walking in the shadow not far away, a warm smile suddenly appeared on her wrinkled cheeks. She turned around and took out a plate of dried fruit from a cabinet next to the door to wait.

"Why is it raining so heavily?"

Seeing Ding Ning walking in front of him just wet with straw sandals, the old woman was completely relieved and took out a pair of clean old straw sandals to signal Ding Ning to replace it.

Ding Ning smiled slightly, but did not refuse. He sat directly on the edge of the Danjiao Building to wash his feet, then changed into clean old straw sandals, and then looked at the roof and walls of the Danjiao Building left and right.

The roof and walls were a little seeped, but they didn't look serious.

So Ding Ning was relieved, sat down on the bench next to the old woman, and said, "I saw it raining so heavily yesterday, and I was worried that there was something wrong with your house, so I wanted to come over to see it. It was just a temporary problem, so I dragged it over until now."

The old woman laughed out loud. She had become very happy since she saw Ding Ning's figure.

"What's the problem?" she couldn't help but smile, "You'll knock my house every once in a while, which is more attentive than those boatmen who repair the boat. I'll see that the rain will rain a little harder, and in the next few days, all the houses here will leak, and I won't leak it."

Looking at her smile, Ding Ning was in a better mood. He grabbed a few dried fruits and chewed them while asking: "What do you need to buy recently? I'll buy it for you later?"

"The food, rice, oil and salt are still full, so you just need to rest." The old woman shook her head and looked at Ding Ning's slightly pale face. She couldn't help but shake her head and asked lovingly: "Have you eaten lunch?"

"I've eaten it, pickled fish noodles." Ding Ning smiled.

The old woman was a little unhappy and said in an unquestionable tone, "Save dinner here for me."

"Okay." Ding Ning nodded in agreement, "I want to eat pancakes."

"I'll make you braised fish and wax chicken legs." The old woman looked at him with a blame, but more meanings surged in her eyes, "Is the pancake that delicious? You were still young and just walked here. It was normal for me to make an oil cake for you. As a result, you still remember the oil cake. If you were doing business, it was just an oil cake, but you had helped others do things for so many years, and you would lose a lot."

"There is no loss." Ding Ning said with a smile: "It's just doing some easy things, mostly just talking with you and listening to the stories. I ate a lot of free meals."

The old woman shook her head, and a complicated emotion surged in her eyes: "Talking and chatting with each other is the greatest gift for a lonely old man without nephews. In the past, many people died in battle, and many people of my age, but few people have the blessing of me."

Ding Ning didn't say anything for a moment, and hung his head and gnawed on dried fruits like a squirrel.

One winter a few years ago, he passed by, and the kind old woman kindly handed him a hot pancake, and then he often came here to see the old woman and do what she could.

But he knew very well in his heart that there was something about pancakes.

This is because he owes her.

He owes many people, and he just hopes that he can pay it back slowly, or that he can compensate.

...

As usual, I chatted with the old woman for a while. After hearing her tell some recent news about the fish market, Ding Ning said goodbye and left for the time being. Just like strolling around, he turned to the lower and deeper place of the fish market.

At this time, Song Shenshu should have entered the fish market.

Song Shenshu is a small treasurer in the classics and history library, and is also an acquaintance of Ding Ning.

However, unlike the old woman who opened an ink shop, Ding Ning did not owe Song Shenshu, but he owe Ding Ning.

In the past few years of silent attention, Ding Ning learned some of Song Shenshu's habits and also knew what difficulties he had encountered in his practice.
Chapter completed!