Not long after, the soldier came back with a red face.
He felt very ashamed that even though he was an elite member of the imperial army, he could not catch a little beggar.
Before he could step forward to capture him, the little beggar scurried around and disappeared.
"Young prince..." The soldier cupped his fists and bowed: "Young..."
Wanyan Kang chuckled: "Forget it, just a little beggar, just leave!"
He touched the neck of the Zhaoye jade lion that he had named "Dabai", stepped on the stirrup, and turned over hard on the horse.
He had ridden a horse in his previous life, and even took an equestrian course in the military academy, so he could barely ride a horse for transportation.
It's just that his movements were unskilled and even a little awkward. He carefully adjusted himself on the horse for a while before sitting upright and getting ready to set off.
The little beggar who had fled far away glanced back and saw the young man in brocade clothes preparing to leave on horseback with his entourage. He rolled his eyes and suddenly put his black index finger into his mouth, raised his head and whistled.
The whistle was sharp and high-pitched, with an obviously inexplicable rhythm, echoing over the wilderness.
Liang Zireng's expression changed and he shouted: "Young prince, be careful! This is a horse control whistle!"
What whistle?
Wanyan Kang was slightly dazed on the horse. Before he could react, Dabai suddenly raised his front hooves, hissed loudly, and stood up upside down, knocking him to the ground in an instant!
In that compartment, the little beggar was very proud, laughing, folding his hands on his chest, and looking lively.
The ground was hard due to the drought. This fall really knocked the young prince of Yushu Linfeng to the point of death. He was so embarrassed that his buttocks almost split into three pieces.
Several guards rushed over to help the frightened young prince. Liang Zireng also jumped over and asked with concern: "Little prince, it doesn't matter, right?"
Wan Yankang covered his buttocks and grimaced in pain: "Old Grandmaster, this horse really deserves to be beaten, why did it suddenly go crazy when it was so good!"
Fuck, kill and eat meat!
Liang Zireng shook his head: "Little Prince, someone is doing something secretly and using a horse whistle to control the horses... It's not that the horses are going crazy."
Immediately he stood up and said: "It's the little beggar, the little prince, I will take him down now!"
…
In the shade of the hillside, Wanyan Kang sat on the ground, watching Liang Zireng and several guards escort the little beggar over.
He originally thought she would run away.
If he really ran away, he would have dissuaded Liang Zirong from taking action. Why should he be like a naughty little girl? But she didn't run away at all!
Horse riding whistle...
He was surprised that a whistle could control a horse?
It can also be selectively controlled.
It only affected his white horse, and other people's horses were fine. This is too unscientific.
According to this logic, shouldn't there be people who can control beasts like tigers and wolves, or even control people's whistles?
It seems that there are countless strange people in this world, and even a little girl who appears randomly seems to be unfathomable.
As a time traveler, I really have to be careful at all times, otherwise I will die without knowing how.
"Are you from the Beggar Clan?"
Liang Zireng sneered: "Little Huazi, how dare you offend my young prince? Do you know that this is a capital crime?"
Liang Ziweng is well versed in the world of rivers and lakes, and he knows that there are always beggar gangs in the industry, and there are many talented people among these elites.
So I guess the little beggar comes from the beggar gang.
Beggar Gang? Is there really such a Jianghu gang?
When Wanyan Kang heard this, his ears immediately pricked up. He was really curious about this.
But he took another look and saw that the little beggar clearly didn't have a dog-beating stick in his hand.
Little prince?
The little beggar looked at Wan Yankang carefully, but said firmly: "Smelly old man, who are you trying to scare? What kind of beggar gang, I don't know anything about it!"
The little beggar pouted again: "Don't make false accusations. Your master fell off his horse by himself. What does that have to do with me?"
"You... still dare to quibble?!"
"Bah!" the little beggar spat on the ground.
"Ahem." Wanyan Kang coughed lightly and pointed to his side: "Little...brother, come here, let's talk."
The little beggar looked disgusted.
But the big thorn still came over, looking confident.
She sat down and leaned against the slope, crossing her legs and dangling.
"Little brother, you whistle very well, haha."
"I know you were just teasing me for fun, and you didn't really want to harm me, right? Otherwise, the horse would have run wild long ago."
"..." The little beggar sneered and said nothing, as long as you knew.
"Are you calling this a horse riding whistle? Don't tell me, it's quite magical... Just tell me this, and we'll be even."
"Don't even think about it!"
"..."
"Judging from your accent, you must be from the south. The south has not been hit by disasters. Why are you here in the middle of nowhere?"
"I want you to take care of it?"
Wanyan Kang spread his hands: "Okay, it doesn't matter to you, but -"
Wanyan Kang leaned over and spoke in a lower voice: "You are just a little girl. Although you seem to have some skills, there are refugees everywhere outside Zhongdu. It is very unsafe. It is better not to run around and go back quickly." Go home."
The little beggar was startled and stood up: "How...how did you know that I am a woman?"
Wanyan Kang sighed, touched his chin, and thought to himself: Do you still think your disguise is very clever? Look at those two buns stuffed in your arms...
He glanced over and saw the little beggar nervously touched his chest. He was relieved when he saw that the meat bun was still there.
Seeing Wan Yan Kang's playful eyes again, he immediately realized something, blushed and was stunned.
After a moment, she made a decisive decision and took out the two meat buns from her arms. She threw them with both hands, one towards Liang Ziwen and the other towards Wan Yankang, and then ran away in a flash.
This Qing Kung seems to be no better than Grandmaster Liang.
"My young prince, this little flower boy is not weak in martial arts, but his origin is unknown..."
"Forget it, old master, leave her alone, she is a child... let's go."
Just as Wanyan Kang was about to leave, he thought for a moment, then turned back and leaned over to pick up the two meat buns.
After blowing away the dust and touching it, which was still warm with the little girl's body temperature, he strode over with it and secretly gave it to the two victims' children.
Not far away, Yue Xiao brought his less than twenty young and strong brothers back from logging in the mountains. When they saw Wanyan Kang, they all lowered their heads.
There is no way to respond.
Cao Zhong, as a core member of Yue Xiao's small group, turned out to be the biggest evil that harmed the victims. This incident dealt a huge blow to them.
So much so that they were originally the "backbone" respected by the victims, but now they have become a scourge that everyone avoids.
…
Wan Yankang and his entourage turned onto the official road back to Zhongdu. The official road was filled with a steady stream of victims who were helping the elderly and the young walking slowly forward.
The little beggar appeared from behind a tree beside the official road.
She stamped her feet, gritted her teeth in the direction Wanyan Kang was walking, and muttered, as if she felt sorry for the two meat buns.
Speechless all the way, Wan Yankang quickly entered the city. Zhongdu was still prosperous, but Wan Yankang was no longer interested in admiring the street scene.
Returning to the palace, when passing by a shop called "Sihai Lianghao", Wanyan Kang asked his guard to inquire about the price of grain.
"Little prince, dou rice is worth two ounces!"
Wanyan Kang gasped.
He thought the price of food would be high, but he didn't expect it to be so ridiculously expensive.
One stone of rice is equal to ten buckets. Doesn’t this mean that one stone of rice costs 20 buckets!
Wan Yankang didn't know much about current prices, but based on common sense, the purchasing power of two thousand yuan in ancient times should not be much lower than the two thousand yuan in later generations, but he only bought a dozen of rice...
So, Anguo Temple donated 720 shi of food for disaster relief...
Wanyan Kang immediately became ashamed.
The great monk Zhiyuan is so generous, but I still have the heart of a villain. I feel ashamed.
For this, we have to find a way to persuade Father Zhao Wang to win the title of royal temple for Anguo Temple!
If it doesn't work out in the end, then send a banner to Anguo Temple in the name of Prince Zhao's Mansion!
Better than nothing.
This is a thing for another time. The problem he is about to face is that the price of food is so high, and the difficulty of raising food has skyrocketed!
As if guessing the young prince's worries, Liang Zireng said: "Little prince, in normal years, the price of rice is at most two hundred yuan, but now in the year of great disaster, the price has increased tenfold."
"Outside the city, people are starving and dying. In the city, the grain merchants are sitting on the ground raising prices. They are all rich and heartless dogs!"
Liang Ziwen pointed at the signboard of Sihailianghao and pouted.
Wanyan Kang sighed.
Still unwilling to give up, he took people around the city and found several other grain dealers to inquire about prices, but the results were similar.