Chapter 39: Sending Money in Disguise

"Old man, how much do you know about spiritual power?" In Old Craftsman's forging room, Ouyang Ming asked with wide eyes, full of expectation.

In the entire military camp, or in this world, there is only one person Ouyang Ming trusts the most, and that is Old Craftsman. Therefore, when encountering something difficult to solve, he came to the door immediately.

The old craftsman stopped his work, thought about it seriously, and said: "Spiritual power is a very powerful force."

Ouyang Ming looked at the old craftsman, but waited silently for a while, but couldn't wait for the second sentence. He finally couldn't help but say: "Old man, what else?"

The old craftsman looked at him suspiciously, and said, "Didn't I say that the spiritual power is very strong."

The corner of Ouyang Ming's mouth twitched slightly, and he said, "I know, what about the others?" In fact, as the owner of spiritual power, he understood the power and fear of this power far better than the old craftsman.

Since this force allowed him to avoid Yan Haobo's saber light without a sound, he could naturally attack the enemy without a sound, making it hard to defend against.

It can be said that this is a power that is more weird and difficult to use than true energy. But if it can be driven, then the effect will be no small matter.

The old craftsman said angrily: "I know, I have already told you."

Ouyang Ming was taken aback, and said in surprise, "You mean, you only know that your mental power is very strong?"

"Yes." The old craftsman said calmly, "Isn't it powerful?"

Ouyang Ming clicked his lips, he was finally sure that he asked the wrong person this time.

Seeing Ouyang Ming's bewildered face, the old craftsman couldn't help but burst out laughing, and said, "Boy, mental power is not something that ordinary people can possess. However, it is very difficult to exercise and drive this kind of power. At the very least, I don’t know how to do it.” He paused and said, “You should have the talent of spiritual power, but don’t just think about it. Oh, you’ve been out these few times, don’t you? Do you have a good friend in town?"

Ouyang Ming smiled wryly. It was true that he had to sneak out of the barracks every now and then, but at that time he went hunting at the edge of the dense forest to replenish his blood. Coming and going in a hurry, smelling like blood, how could there be time and leisure to think about other things.

"Old man, don't think about it." Ouyang Ming's heart moved, and he said, "I haven't been to the town for a long time, so I will go and buy you some good wine."

The old craftsman chuckled, and said: "You boy, you have a little conscience, go." He thought for a while, and then urged: "The monthly market should start, you go to the ore area to see, if there are any Good things are also brought back together."

Ouyang Ming responded, left the forging room, went back to the yard to pick out a few pieces of equipment and went to the equipment warehouse.

When Xiong Gaoan saw him, he immediately stood up, with a flattering smile on his face, he waited attentively for him to sit down and serve tea. However, his eyes kept turning on the baggage in Ouyang Ming's hands.

Ou Yangming was both amused and curious, and said, "This is a few pieces of equipment that I have refined recently. Among them are five pieces of high-grade equipment, one piece of equipment with good attributes, and the rest are all high-quality equipment."

"Okay." Xiong Gao'an immediately smiled, his eyes narrowed.

In fact, although there are quite a few arms blacksmiths in the barracks, the amount of equipment each master can forge every month is limited. Moreover, most of them are good grades, top grades are already quite rare, and attribute equipment is even rarer. An ordinary arms blacksmith can receive ten precious ores every month, but most of them will only turn in one piece of attribute equipment.

Ouyang Ming has actually completed the task this month, and the two attribute equipment have already been lying in the warehouse. As for this one, it was extra, which naturally surprised him.

Xiong Gaoan checked it carefully,

Putting the equipment into storage, he said, "Master Ou, you really are worthy of being the disciple of Old Craftsman. You actually refined three pieces of attribute equipment in one month, which is amazing."

Ouyang Ming shook his head and said, "The old man is much smarter than me. He can get three out of ten, but I can get three out of twenty."

When he turned in the two pieces of attribute equipment, he took another ten pieces of precious ore, so he withdrew a total of twenty pieces this month.

Xiong Gaoan hurriedly said: "Master Ou, it doesn't matter how many precious ores you want besides your monthly quota of two out of ten. For the rest of the ores, one out of ten is enough." He swallowed , full of expectation: "Do you still want the ore now? I'll send someone to send it to you right away!"

Ouyang Ming waved his hand and said, "I'm not in a hurry for now. I'm here this time to withdraw some money."

Xiong Gaoan laughed dumbfounded, slapped his forehead, and said: "Oh, I forgot." With a smile on his face, he said: "You are already an official munitions blacksmith in the army, and you are also a master of 2 out of 10 attribute equipment. The salary is equivalent to that of a hundred-man commander in the army, and there is thirty taels of silver every month."

Ouyang Ming's heart skipped a beat, he was born as an orphan, and the real gold and silver in his hands must have been more than thirty taels in his life, but he had never been able to get so much in one go.

Xiong Gaoan asked casually with a smile: "Master Ou, I will prepare a bank note for you. Are you going to deposit it in the bank in the town?"

Ouyang Ming shook his head subconsciously, and said: "Today is the market, I want to go and see if there are any special minerals that can catch my eyes."

Xiong Gaoan was taken aback, and he said: "I see, please wait a moment."

He went out for a while and came back a quarter of an hour later. However, he didn't come back alone, but brought Kang Weibo with him.

Kang Weibo laughed loudly and said, "Brother Ou, I heard that you are going to the town to go to the market?"

Ouyang Ming quickly got up and saluted. After all, Kang Weibo was the director of the Equipment Battalion, so he didn't want to be rude.

However, Kang Weibo took a step forward, supported him, feigned anger and said: "Brother Ou, our own brothers, don't do this." He took out three silver tickets from his pocket and said: " Look, is it enough?"

Ouyang Ming took it over, glanced at it, and couldn't help being stunned.

Under the guidance of the old craftsman, he is not illiterate anymore, at least, the words ten and hundred will never be misunderstood.

After flipping through it, he said in surprise, "Master Kang, what I want is thirty taels..."

Kang Weibo waved his hand and said carelessly: "Brother Ou, this is the public fund for you to buy ore. If you go to buy something good, just report it to Gao'an. As for the ore, you can directly use it for forging without giving it away. It’s such a hassle to come and go.”

Ouyang Ming opened his mouth wide and said after a while, "What if, what if I fail in forging?"

Kang Weibo said without hesitation: "If you fail, you fail. How can you arms blacksmiths forge advanced equipment not fail?"

Hearing this seemingly confident answer, Ouyang Ming almost choked on his saliva.

You don’t need to look at the real thing when you buy the ore, you just need to say something, and you won’t be held accountable if you fail to forge with the ore...

At this moment, no matter how stupid he was, he knew one thing, that Kang Weibo had sent him money.

Glancing at Kang Weibo with a strange expression, Ouyang Ming put the banknote in his arms and said, "I see, thank you, Mr. Kang."

Kang Weibo laughed a few times, and said: "Selecting ore is a hard job. Brother Ou might as well rest in the town for a night and come back tomorrow."

Ouyang Ming hummed twice as he agreed, and left the barracks under the farewell of Kang Weibo and Xiong Gaoan.

Touching the three bank notes in his bosom, Ouyang Ming let out a long sigh. It really is completely different now from before.

Five miles away from the military camp, there is a big town. This town was originally built to provide various conveniences for the military camp, and the scale is not very large. However, with the passage of time, more and more people came to settle here, so the scale gradually increased, and today's permanent population has already surpassed the military camp. Moreover, on the day of going to the market, it is even more crowded and lively.

Ouyang Ming originally wanted to go by himself, but Kang Weibo insisted on arranging a carriage. The driver was an honest family in the town. After delivering Ouyang Ming, he pointed out the door of his own house and said, "My lord , when you want to go back, just say it, and the villain can take you back at any time."

Ouyang Ming nodded his thanks with a smile, and walked towards the town.

He is no stranger to this town, and has been here several times when he was wandering in the past. However, when he came again this time, his mentality was completely different.

Walking on the road in the town, looking at the seemingly unchanged environment around him, a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Suddenly, there was a commotion in the crowd in front, passers-by gave way one after another, and a thin figure pushed through the crowd, fleeing in a panic. And behind him, several tall and burly men were swearing and chasing after him.

Ou Yangming could tell at a glance that the speed of those big guys was much faster than that of the thin ones.

Sure enough, within a few steps, one of the big men caught up and kicked hard, right on the former's ass.

"Oops..."

With a scream, the person in front staggered and fell to the ground, unable to get up in pain.

Ou Yangming could see clearly that this kick looked fierce, but it was obviously merciful. If it was directly on the back, it would be fatal.

The big man stepped forward, grabbed the boy in front of him, and scolded: "Stinky boy, how dare you steal something from the military master's head, I'm so impatient!"

The one who was kicked to the ground by him was a boy in the same grade as Ou Yangming. He was grinning in pain.

Several big men surrounded him, one of them suddenly exclaimed, stepped forward to salute Ouyang Ming, and said, "Master Ou!"

Ouyang Ming couldn't help laughing, this person was Yan Chengcai who came to visit yesterday, unexpectedly meeting him here today.