During the last few days of peace before the storm, Li Qing put all his thoughts into practicing the Tiger's True Intention. There was no shortage of food in the army, and with the small kitchen that Fatty Wu opened for him, he could eat very well every day. During this period, Fatty Wu also lamented that Li Qing had recently been reincarnated as a starving ghost, and his appetite was even bigger than his. Li Qing just smiled bitterly at this. He couldn't tell Fatty Wu that he was practicing martial arts, and traveling in the polar night world, with a time flow rate of three to one, it was easy to get hungry quickly. However, the increase in appetite also meant that he made rapid progress, and his brute force naturally increased a lot. Today, Li Qing has already touched the tiger-shaped threshold of the Tiger's True Intention, and it won't be long before he can completely enter the door. The storm is coming. On a hot afternoon, Li Qing, who had just finished training and was sweating, vaguely heard movement outside his tent, as if footsteps were approaching. The vigilant Li Qing put away his martial arts posture and draped the rag he usually used for forging iron on his shoulders, looking like he had just finished his work. With the scorching heat next to the stove, his sweaty appearance did not seem fake. "Is Erniu here?" A muffled voice sounded outside the tent.
Li Qing, who had never interacted with other people in the military camp, did not recognize who the voice was, but he still got up quickly and walked outside to open the curtain. A man in armor stood outside, with two small mustaches on his mouth. His temperament and image were quite inconsistent with the heroic armor on him. "Are you... Li Gui? I wonder what you want from me?" Li Qing recognized the identity of the person from this face. Li Gui, a colonel in charge of the military grain depot, although it was his family name, Li Qing had almost no interaction with him. "Yes, it's my school officer. I want to know, did you make the long spear of Centurion Chen Meng?" Li Gui asked. Li Qing made a simple face and blinked, and said: "Yes, I made it. What's wrong, Lord Li? Is there a problem?" Seeing Li Qing admit it, Li Gui laughed: "Hahaha, yes, it seems that you have indeed learned some of the true teachings of Master Gu!" Then he changed the subject and whispered: "I came to you this time to ask you to forge a mountain axe. It should be heavy, preferably more than 200 pounds!" As soon as these words came out, Li Qing's face changed slightly, and he said with some embarrassment: "Lord Li, I remember that this armor on you seems to be made by my master for you at the beginning of the year..." In fact, in the military camp, whether you are a centurion or a thousand-man captain, you can't make weapons without restraint. There is a limit on the number, after all, the iron ore that can be mined each year is also limited. Like the officer Li in front of him, he had already made a set of armor at the beginning of the year. It is definitely against the rules to apply for more than 200 kilograms of iron ore to make a special weapon, a mountain-splitting axe. The Wuli Army is a military army based on martial arts. Unlike other armies that use standard weapons, many generals are martial artists with superb martial arts, so it is naturally impossible for them to use ordinary standard weapons. . Military blacksmiths like Li Qing are there to meet the needs of these martial artists with superb martial arts. Li Gui smiled and nodded, and said, "That's what I said, but recently a bunch of new iron ore was dug out of the mine and smelted into iron ingots and sent over?" "I have about 100 kilograms of iron ingots on hand, and Erniu, you should have some surplus in your shop. You can make some adjustments to help me make up for it, just as an advance payment for next year's share." His tone was very kind, and it made people feel close to him. But Li Qing was not really a simple and honest fool, and sweat had already appeared on his forehead. In Feng Country, stealing salt and iron is a very serious crime.
This Li Xiaoguan actually said in front of him that he had obtained an iron ingot of about 100 jin, and asked him to help make up the rest to make a mountain axe of more than 200 jin. If it gets out, it will be a capital crime! "This... Lord Li, it's not good..." Li Gui still didn't stop smiling, but patted Li Qing on the shoulder and said, "Hahaha, Erniu, you have to learn to adapt. The world today can't be so rigid!" "It's just a gap of less than 100 jin of iron ingot, no one can find it. If it doesn't work, you can just blame your dead master, isn't it?" As he said, Li Gui took out a handful of broken silver ingots from his arms, which at first glance weighed as much as five or six taels. "Take it. You must have worked hard in the border army for so long. You can reward yourself in Wangyuan City when you have the chance." Privately accepting bribes is a greater crime... Li Qing took the silver and silently added this sentence in his heart. Alas! That's it. He sighed in his heart, but finally did not refuse. "Hahaha, good, I'll send the iron ingots over later." Seeing that Li Qing did not refuse, Li Gui smiled more satisfied. Watching the officer leave the tent, Li Qing's honest face quickly faded, replaced by a calm expression. He was not worried about the gap of the iron ingot. Generally speaking, few people in the border army would check such things. And even if he had to check suddenly, he could ensure that his shop was absolutely clean and there would be no mistakes. In the polar night world, it was still very simple to get some iron ore. Over the years, he had saved a lot of iron ingots just by making farm tools for the Yan family. What's more, the border army was about to go to war. He was thinking that no matter whether the war was won or lost, he would take this opportunity to get out of the border army. When he had silver on him, everything would be easier. At worst, he could find a place to live in seclusion, and with the help of the three times time flow rate of the polar night world, he would practice martial arts to the point of being invincible in the world, and then come out of the mountains. Who could do anything to him then? Of course, all this depends on whether he can have enough food to survive. Since practicing martial arts, the increase in appetite has made Li Qing a little frightened, and he doubted whether he could still support himself after leaving the army. "Speaking of which, I should also make a weapon for myself." Li Qing said to himself. The weapon used in the ancient Xuan Hammer Kung Fu to fight with others naturally cannot be a blacksmith's hammer, and a hammer suitable for him must be specially forged. "Alas, the peaceful days are about to pass." Li Qing shook his head and said. Officer Li, who was guarding the granary, suddenly wanted to forge a weapon, which was naturally not aimless. Obviously, this smart man also saw the signs of war on the border, and he was seeking more opportunities for himself. However, Li Qing was surprised by the other party's martial arts skills. He could actually use a mountain splitting axe weighing more than 200 kilograms. Many centurions' weapons were not that heavy. As the saying goes, poor literature makes rich martial arts. If you want to make progress in martial arts, you have to eat well.
This Li Xiaoguan obviously embezzled a lot of money on weekdays... ...