Chapter 73: 72. The night before leaving
Chapter 73 72. Before leaving
In the past half a month or so, the troops arriving at the forest farm camp one after another have gradually made the somewhat depressed temporary market outside the camp more and more lively.
Many caravans keenly sensed business opportunities, and they gathered from all directions to the foot of this luxuriant mountain.
The white tents set up are like mushrooms after the rain, emerging from the hillside one after another.
He Boqiang returned to the businessman Lakin's campsite, and just about to get into the tent, he saw the curly-haired boy Gabi poking his head out of another tent, winking and smirking at He Boqiang.
He Boqiang walked over and looked at Gabi quietly.
The curly-haired boy looked enviously at the monster leather armor on He Boqiang, and said with a smile:
"Little Duck, your leather armor is really handsome."
He Boqiang leaned against the grass at the door of Gabi’s tent, and together with Gabi looked at the Ganda Er Mountain in the distance.
At the other end of the sea of clouds, a round of golden sun is about to end from the mountains.
The curly-haired boy lay on the grass and said to He Boqiang:
"Are you going into the mountains with Surdak and the others tomorrow?"
He Boqiang nodded.
"Be careful on the road." The curly-haired boy had some light freckles on his face, and his eyes narrowed into slits when he smiled. He reached into the tent, took out an iron can, and placed it on He Boqiang in front of him, saying:
"I think you might need this..."
He Boqiang took it, and it felt heavy in his hand.
This thin iron box looks a bit like…
The curly-haired boy said very proudly: "This is canned meat. Larkin invited me and Ulysses to eat it once. It tastes amazing."
Unexpectedly, there are canned food in this world. He Boqiang thinks that no matter how it tastes, it is worth trying.
"It's a bit expensive, and I can't buy a few boxes with my monthly salary, but it's very convenient to carry around. Do you want to buy a few boxes?" Gabi said.
He Boqiang nodded, gestured with his hands, and asked the price of this thing.
Gabi’s eyes widened, with a hint of joy on his face, but he couldn’t believe it. He asked He Boqiang, “Do you really want to buy it? Actually…I think wheat cakes and jerky are more economical.”
He Boqiang repeatedly expressed his certainty.
Gabi was like a mouse, "Chiliu" got into the tent, took out a few more cans from it, handed it to He Boqiang, and added:
"Well, in fact, you don't have to worry about the logistics supply. There will be a caravan organizing a transport team to send the food supply into the mountain."
He Boqiang patted the curly-haired boy on the shoulder, expressing that he didn't care about it, then he untied his money bag from his waist, counted out the full amount of silver coins from it, and handed it to Gabi.
These goods belonged to the boss Lajin. Gabi usually set up a street stall for sale. Gabi carefully counted the silver coins. When the silver coins on the forehead were full, he took away the silver coins, while He Boqiang took the cans.
He Boqiang put six boxes of canned food into his backpack, and pushed the remaining box in front of the curly-haired boy Gabi.
"Are you going to give it to me?"
He Boqiang nodded.
"Oh, no, no, I can't accept this gift from you..."
He Boqiang did not forcefully stuff it into the curly-haired boy, but pulled out the dagger from his calf, cut open the lid of the can, and found that there was actually a whole piece of cooked beef stuffed inside. He tried to cut off a piece with a knife, and put it in his mouth. The beef is very crispy and full of flavor, but the spices are a bit special.
Then he handed the opened can and the dagger to Gabi. Gabi's eyes widened, and he took it in his hand with a cheer, pulled out a large piece and stuffed it into his mouth, saying to He Boqiang, "I think this thing is similar to baked goods." Oatmeal is a perfect match."
"I really can't figure out how the orcs packed such a large piece of beef into the iron box, and this thing can be preserved for a long time."
"Now I am particularly envious of the orcs on the Pai Plateau. I heard that when they drove their cattle and wandered in the wasteland, they packed all these things in their bags. They eat canned meat just like we eat baked wheat cakes. Really I envy the lives of those orcs!"
He Boqiang got up and returned to his tent after listening to the curly-haired boy Gabi's repeated sighs.
Larkin has recently brought in a lot of goods one after another, making the tent even more crowded, and there are even some oily paper bags under the bed.
He Boqiang sat on the bed and poured out all the coins in the purse. Amidst the jingling sound, there was a large pile of silver coins mixed with copper plates, gold coins, and three magic crystals the size of pigeon eggs. This was He Boqiang's entire property. .
Tomorrow, we will have to pay the blacksmith to transform Roman swords, and there will be more than 80 silver coins missing by a dozen.
He Boqiang picked out four gold coins from the pile of money, which were distributed to He Boqiang after the second team sold the spoils.
According to Red Sox, the money can be worth more than half a year’s military pay. Since the denomination of gold coins is relatively large, silver coins and scattered copper plates are the main currency in circulation.
Thinking that he was about to leave the forest camp, He Boqiang suddenly wanted to go shopping in the market again.
He sorted these coins into the money bag again, and when he shook them in his hand, there would be a series of crisp sounds, and he would feel much more at ease in his heart.
Walking out of the tent again, the big Ulysses has already woken up, holding an iron rod in his hand and sitting on the wooden shelf outside the tent. His main task every day is to keep vigil at night to prevent the tramps and thieves here from killing Larkin. goods stolen.
He Boqiang and Ulysses waved their hands.
Ulyses said to He Boqiang in a simple and honest voice: "Little Dark, where are you going so late?"
He Boqiang pointed to the market outside, and went straight out.
The sky gradually darkened, and stars appeared one by one in the night sky.
The soldiers in the barracks returned to the camp one after another, making this street deserted.
Some turpentine torches were lit in the market, and magnificently colored magic street lamps were set up in front of some stalls. He Boqiang walked along the market stalls one by one, and when he saw some magic cores on the stalls, he would stop and look at them.
The stall owners chatted with him, but found that the young man who gambled on the magic core didn't say a word. If there was a selected magic core, as long as the price was not too expensive, they would basically buy it at will.
However, the stall owners didn't see him. When they opened any magic core, they usually put it in the money bag casually, and then left silently.
After walking around the market for a long time, He Boqiang didn't expect that he had bought eight magic cores of first-level monsters without knowing it.
Not only did he take out the eighty silver coins in the purse, he even spent all the four gold coins in the bag.
I saw someone selling small files at a stall at the street corner, so I bought one at a cost of five silver coins. When I returned to the tent, I found that there were only a dozen or so copper plates, gold coins and All the silver coins turned into eight small magic cores.
Sitting at the entrance of the tent, He Boqiang took a small file in his hand to file off the hard skin of the magic core with the help of the faint street lights outside. Layers are peeled off.
After filing dozens of times, I suddenly saw crystals like broken diamonds appearing in the magic core.
As the magic core was opened, those fine crystals the size of rice grains were scattered in He Boqiang's hands...
He Boqiang was a little dumbfounded, looking at the finely crushed magic spar in his hand, he didn't expect that the first one would yield a bunch of not very valuable magic spar fragments.
These magic spar fragments are too broken to be sold at any price. They can only be ground into powder and used as ingredients for magic ink.
Next, five first-level magic cores only produced magic crystal fragments, four of which were as fine as gravel, and only two were distributed in flakes, and only the value of this kind of magic crystal fragments would Slightly bigger.
Each of the eight magic crystals can feel a touch of magic power.
After grinding, He Boqiang discovered that not all magic cores that emit magic power have magic spar, and more magic cores only have some fine magic spar fragments.
He Boqiang was speechless and filed away the hard skin of the last two slightly larger magic cores. Looking at the magic crystals like longan grapes inside, He Boqiang breathed a sigh of relief.
The first six bets on the magic spar this time can only be said to be not a loss, and the last two are only slightly profitable...
(end of this chapter)