I use deceit to create immortality

Chapter 12 Market Town
early morning.

Walking out of the door of the wooden house, a few meters away on the diagonal side, there are two old trees more than ten meters high. The lush branches and leaves pass through the gaps, and the ground is covered with mottled golden scales.

After Jiang Ning said hello to Grandma Nan, she successfully crossed the wooden house and came outside.

Breathing in the air carrying dew in the morning breeze is instantly refreshing and joyful.

If it weren't for the series of terrifying experiences last night, Jiang Ning almost thought that he had traveled to a beautiful farmland in ancient times, and was planning to station here to see if he could become the lord of a land, and maybe follow the farming style.

But after knowing the truth, Jiang Ning knew that this place contained unimaginable dangers. Even if he became a "lord", it would not be a serious farming style. He would probably become a "villain style" or a "forbidden land style". "Yes.

He concentrated on observing the surrounding situation to increase his understanding of this strange village.

As soon as I walked out of the wooden house, I saw a simple farm town.

Due to the small area and relatively sparse population distribution, at this time, there are no traces of other human activities nearby.

however.

From the field road paved with rice on both sides, heading east for a few hundred steps, you will reach the market town.

A burst of shouting, accompanied by a thick smoke of fireworks, echoed in the streets of the market town.

"Selling tofu pudding, fresh tofu pudding!"

"Pork belly! Excellent pork belly!"

"Eggplant! Eggplant! Eggplant!"

"Scarce sea salt, please come quickly if you need it. If you miss this point, it will be gone soon!"

When Jiang Ning stepped into the market town, lively and noisy shouts suddenly came from all directions.

On both sides of the road, there are houses, and under the retro eaves, people wearing ancient linen clothes and cotton-padded jackets push a wooden cart in their hands, and set up mobile stalls on the roadside in the shade.

In addition to the meat buns and tofu dumplings for breakfast, there are also stalls selling small toys, with folding fans, clay dolls and various bottles and jars placed on them.

The painting style is completely different from last night.

Jiang Ning thought for a while, and based on the impression from last night, he vaguely remembered that when he was carried over by Xiao Xiao, he could barely see the outline of a similar scene - extending from the field road, there was indeed a market town, but at night, the stalls The pavement was abandoned in the middle of the road, desolate, and the entire village was shrouded in mist, making it look miserable and desolate, like a ghost town.

I didn't expect that after the sun came out and the fog subsided, such a big change would happen...

If it hadn't been for the shocking experience I had at Grandma Nan's house last night, plus the information I learned from her mouth, I would have almost thought that this village was as harmonious and simple as it seemed.

Jiang Ning completely integrated into the market town and took a walk nearby.

As he walked, he observed the scene in the village.

The people in the market town are no different from ordinary people in their expressions or behaviors.

But Jiang Ning soon discovered something was wrong!
When a handsome young man in a long robe and well-dressed passed by a roadside vendor selling bean curd, he stopped and took out a blood-stained sack from his pocket while exchanging food.

When the boy handed over the sack...

Drops of blood dripped out of the bag.

"okay!"

The face of the young man selling bean curd was suddenly filled with a smile. He immediately took the sack from the hand of the handsome boy carefully and without even opening it, he quickly threw it into the base of the trolley and then hit it. The bowl of steaming bean curd was handed over with both hands.

"Your bean curd, dear young master, please hold it carefully, don't accidentally drop it!" After the richly dressed young man took the bean curd, he drank a bowl of it without hesitation.

After eating the bean curd, he burped and did not stay here for long. He left the market town in a hurry.

"It is indeed a trick village..."

Jiang Ning's eyes narrowed and fell on the blood-stained sack, gaining a deeper understanding of the village.

The currency here is neither paper and pen, nor hard currency such as silver and copper plates, but is more primitive, similar to barter. However, what can be used for transactions is estimated to be followed by tolls out of the village. , is a concept.

In this way, the wealthy families in this village should have similar reserves...

It is indeed a place where gangsters eat blackmail!

Jiang Ning's heart tightened, and he suddenly realized a problem——

"If I entered the village as a foreigner, would I be regarded as moving silver, the kind that can explode into gold coins?"

However, the pedestrians passing by him, no matter their identities, showed no obvious hostility towards him.

Jiang Ning guessed that it was probably because he had eaten Granny Nan's bowl of tofu curd soup and had a scent similar to that of the aborigines in his body, so it would not cause "rejection" in the village.

He observed again for a while and found that there were only a relatively small number of people in the town, whose status could be judged by their clothing as being higher than the average person, and who could handle bloody sacks as items for trading...

The vast majority of ordinary people exchanged items such as gadgets or red berries for items in the market.

When Jiang Ning's eyes fell on the red plum fruit, he narrowed his eyes slightly:
"Is this the kind of berry Granny Nan wants?"

By observing the reactions of vendors, he discovered a pattern——

It often takes two or three to exchange regular small items for food such as tofu puddings and steamed buns, and the vendor's expression is very dull after taking the items.

But if a blood-stained sack is handed over to make a transaction, the expression on the merchant's face will become particularly respectful, and he will handle the sack with great care, as if intentionally or unintentionally avoiding being exposed to the sun...

However, with this rare red berry, there's a deal.

The expression on the vendor's face has turned into one of fanatical piety!
Jiang Ning was a little surprised by this.

"So the value of this berry is so high? It's more rare and precious than a blood-stained sack..."

"It seems that if you have a chance to obtain this kind of berry, you still need to put some effort into it."

"After all, berries are of the highest value. If you collect a certain amount, you might be able to offset them as travel expenses, thereby qualifying you to leave the village."

Da da da!
At this moment, a uniform sound of iron boots came from the other end of the market town.

The originally noisy market town suddenly became quiet.

I saw a row of officers and soldiers walking through the road in the middle of the market town.

As they passed by, the pedestrians involuntarily retreated to both sides, seeming to show extra fear and respect for this group of officers and soldiers.

An officer and soldier in armor, with a spear on his back and a sheepskin scroll in his hand, spread it out in front of passers-by and asked questions one by one.

When the officer and soldier came to Jiang Ning, they unfolded the scroll according to the normal procedure and asked sternly:

"Have you ever seen the person in the scroll?"

(End of this chapter)