Chapter 17 Horse Skill Beggar (This chapter is free)
The street of Weapon Square is not very long. After all, it is located on the banks of the East China Sea and seems to be far away from war. At least it is not the concentration of war, so wealthy people would rather spend more money to taste valuables and increase elegance.
Ordinary people are more willing to buy a few more to add some protection to their lives. Not many people actually buy weapons, so there are not many shops that open weapons shops.
Yan State is not like Wei State. The people of Wei State received militarized training since childhood and were instilled with the idea that the Wei people were superior nations. The people there had a fanatical love for weapons and horses that other countries were far from comparable.
There is an open space on this street, where idle men usually sit and brag and chat. Under a few towering trees, there are always a group of people sitting. Some small vendors can't afford to hire a storefront, so they squat.
Setting up a stall to sell some things in this place, usually the yamen officers don’t care. From these small vendors, they know that they can’t squeeze out any oil and water.
When Han Qing brought Han Mo here, he saw that a big tree was already crowded with people. Three or four people formed a large circle, and the neighing sound of horses came from inside. The horse was very loud and full of energy.
Han Mo only heard the sound of the horse and knew that it was a good horse.
The crowd of onlookers shouted from time to time, and these cheers were obviously uncontrollably released, which made Han Mo very suspicious and confused, not knowing that there were any good programs waiting for him.
With his good body that had been trained for more than ten years, Han Qing easily squeezed a path for Han Mo. When Han Mo got in, he found that there was a person performing horse skills among the crowd.
The horse's mane is dense and covered with shiny black hair, strong and tall. But the one who rushes up and down lightly on it is a thin little man, who is only twenty-three or four years old.
He has dark and rough skin, as if he was from a poor family. At least the clothes he wore were only worn by beggars in Donghai City. They were sloppy and broken.
However, this sloppy beggar horsemanship is really amazing. The horse ran forward and backward, and under the control of the beggar, he performed various super difficult movements. Some movements were almost unimaginable. He could even hang his legs on the horse.
A big stare with the horse around her neck attracted laughter, but she couldn't help but applaud.
There are not many people who admire Han Mo. Those who can admire him must have unique attainments and abilities in one aspect. This little beggar who performs horse skills really makes Han Mo admire him a little.
, and also applauded with the people.
Just as people were dazzled and surprised, the little man suddenly grabbed his horse and landed on the ground with a beautiful turn, then bowed to everyone around.
Han Mo only saw the beggar's face clearly. There was no expression on his angular face, like a rock. Even in the dark eyes, there was no emotion, giving people a sense of
A cold feeling.
He thought that after the beggar handed over, he would definitely come to ask for rewards. However, unlike what he thought, the beggar seemed to be very clumsy. After handing over, he turned around and picked up a hat from the ground and held it in his hand. Then he left.
When I arrived at the crowd, I looked at the guests in front of me with a little hope, hoping to get a few penny rewards.
Nowadays, everyone is willing to make up for the lively things, but they are always avoided when paying money. As soon as the beggar picked up his hat, many people scattered, and waited until the beggar stretched out his hat to ask for it.
When everyone was asked to give money, the excitement that everyone had just now immediately became depressed. After all, the people of Donghai City were far from being rich, and they were reluctant to give food and clothing. How could they still be willing to give money to others?
The beggar walked around and only got a dozen coins of copper coins.
"Horse trainer, how much is the price you sell for this horse?" said a young man who looked a little arrogant: "You offer a price and I'll buy it."
The beggar still shook his head expressionlessly, but he just held the hat and walked around the few remaining people. Finally, he came to Han Mo and poked out the hat.
His face was dark and yellow, his body was very thin, he seemed malnourished, his forehead was slightly raised, his appearance was very ordinary, the kind that would not attract anyone's attention even if he was thrown into a crowd of people.
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Han Mo asked with a smile: "You are a dignified man, and you have the ability to do it. If you want to be rewarded on the street, you will lose face without realizing it?"
The beggar raised his head and glanced at Han Mo, his voice as cold as ice: "I work hard on my own, and the money I get is not ashamed!"
"Okay!" Han Mo laughed and said, "It's interesting, interesting." He was about to touch the silver, but suddenly he thought that all his money had been given to the shopkeeper Han, so he said to Han Qing: "How much money did you bring, give it to you
he!"
Han Qing was stunned, but soon he touched out a piece of silver or two and said, "Young master, that's all." He put it in the beggar's hat.
The beggar didn't say anything anymore, but just looked at the Yin-Yang stick in Han Mo's hand, his eyebrows twitched slightly, and he turned around and walked away.
"Young Master, why do you give him so much money?" Han Qing asked in a low voice.
Han Mo held his chin and said, "He is a backbone person. If he gets into this situation, he will probably be in trouble. A tael of silver may help him." But he was thinking in his heart whether to take the beggar back.
In the mansion, after all, it is rare to find horse trainers with such magical skills. It is also an excellent idea to take them back to teach you how to practice horse skills.
He was about to go up and invite the beggar to sit in the restaurant, but someone shouted behind him, "Ban Tou is here!"
The onlookers quickly dodged away. The crowd, which was originally crowded and airtight, had only a few people left at this time.
A sneer appeared on Han Mo's lips. The Huang Bantou was the head of the guards of the Donghai Prefecture Office. He could be regarded as a confidant of Xiao Muzan, the governor of Donghai County. He himself was brought from Yanjing when Xiao Muzan took office.
Han Mo pulled Han Qing's clothes, and the two walked behind the big tree. Looking into the distance, Huang Ban was wearing soap clothes, leading three or four yamen drivers holding a killing stick in his hands, leisurely looking at this.
Come on the side.
A kind-hearted voice in the crowd whispered to the beggar: "Horse-training, please ride your horse quickly. You can't even leave if you want to leave later."
The beggar was packing his things. When he heard the scream, he turned around and smiled slightly at the reminder. His originally cold face was much gentler because of this smile.
The beggar packed up his things, and Huang Bantou had already arrived. Several yamen operators immediately surrounded the beggar and smiled.
Huang Ban carried a knife around his head and waist, walked three steps and two steps, staring at the horse, full of greed.
After all, he was a person who had seen the world. He could tell at a glance that this horse was a genuine Wei horse, and it was the best among the Wei horses. His foot strength and speed were of great strength. If he was pulled to the horse market, he would be sold at a low price.
, it can also be worth two or three hundred taels of silver, but that is a big treasure.
"Where did you come from?" Huang Bantou glanced at the beggar and asked lightly.
The beggar was still like a rock, with no expression on his face, and he said lightly: "Wei State!"
"I knew you were from Wei!" Huang Bantou sneered: "The torn boots on your feet are only used to wearing them by Wei."
The boots worn by the beggar's feet are already very broken, but they are very different from those of Yan Kingdom. In addition to being tall and deep, the most conspicuous thing is that there is a curved curl behind the boots, just like the moon, and it looks quite
Somewhat beautiful.
Huang Bantou looked at the beggar again before continuing to ask: "What are you doing in Donghai County?"
"Make a living!"
"Make a living?" Huang Bantou sneered: "Wei State can't survive?"
The beggar raised his head, his eyebrows tightened slightly, and he said lightly: "Sir, have I violated the law of Yan State?"
Huang Bantou held the hilt of the knife and said coldly: "You are a native of Wei, dressed in tatters, but you have such a good horse. What do you mean in my Donghai County? Hehe, can it be Wei State
Is it a spy? I heard that there is a yamen in Wei State called 'Black Flag'. The Black Flag tribe is everywhere, inquiring about information from other countries and secretly destroying the order of other countries. I think you are the Black Flag tribe."
"I'm not!"
"No?" Huang Bantou was about to go forward and pull the horse: "You have no choice but to leave. Let's go to the yamen with us. Are you right? You told the county magistrate to go."
Before he could touch the reins of the horse, the horse suddenly sniffed and whistled a long neigh. His two front hooves were raised and he was about to step on the head of Huang Bantou.
Huang Bantou was surprised. Fortunately, he had some ability. He rolled on the spot and avoided the fatal step of the horse. Although this was the case, the heavy rain had just passed and the ground was already muddy.
As soon as he rolled away, his whole clothes were covered in mud, and he was so embarrassed.
"Damn!" Huang Bantou was so angry: "Brothers, beat me up with this traitor from Wei!"
Several yamen responded, rushed towards the beggar without hesitation, swung the killing stick, and hit the beggar in a scattered manner. However, the beggar was like a rock, and did not fight back, and let the killing stick hit like raindrops.
After only a few sticks were hit on him, the beggar's forehead was broken and blood immediately flowed down.
"Young Master!" Han Qing clenched his fists and was about to rush over, but Han Mo pulled him and said softly: "Wait a minute, I want to see how tolerant this kid is!"