Chapter 17 Horse Skills Beggar (This chapter is free)
The street of Weapons Shop is not very long. After all, it is located on the bank of the East China Sea. It seems to be far away from the war. At least it is not the center of the war. Therefore, wealthy people would rather spend more money to buy some valuable things to increase their elegance.
Ordinary people are more willing to buy a few more weapons to add some security to their lives. Not many people actually buy weapons, so there are not many shops with weapons workshops.
The Yan State is unlike the Wei State. The people of the Wei State have received militarized training since childhood and have been instilled with the idea that the Wei people are a superior nation. The people there have a fanatical love for weapons and horses that is far from being comparable to other countries.
There is an open space on the street of this street. It is usually a place where idlers sit and brag and chat. There is always a group of people sitting under a few towering trees. There are also some small traders who cannot afford to hire a storefront, so they just squat.
If you set up a stall to sell some things in this place, usually the government officials will not care about it. They know that they can't squeeze much profit from these small vendors.
When Han Qing brought Han Mo here, he saw that there were already crowds of people under a big tree. Three or four people formed a large circle. The sound of a horse's neighing could be heard from inside. The sound of the horse was very loud and full of energy.
Han Mo knew it was a good horse just by listening to the horse's sound.
The crowd of onlookers cheered from time to time. These cheers were obviously made involuntarily, which made Han Mo very confused. He didn't know what good programs were waiting for him inside.
Han Qing relied on her good body developed over more than ten years to easily squeeze a way for Han Mo. When Han Mo got in, he discovered that among the crowd, there was a person performing horsemanship.
The horse has a thick mane, and its whole body is covered with shiny black smooth hair. It is strong and tall, but what is running up and down lightly on its body is a thin little man, only twenty-three or four years old.
, his skin was dark and rough, as if he came from a poor family. At least the clothes he was wearing were only worn by beggars in Donghai City. They were slovenly and dilapidated.
However, this sloppy beggar's equestrian skills are really amazing. The horse gallops forward and backward, and under the control of the beggar, performs various extremely difficult movements. Some of the movements are almost unimaginable. He can even hang his legs on the horse.
On the neck, the horse's big eyes and small eyes made the people around laugh, but they couldn't help but applaud.
There are not many people that Han Mo admires in his heart. Those who can admire him must have unique attainments and abilities in some aspects. And this little beggar who performs horse skills really makes Han Mo feel a little admired.
, and also clapped along with the people.
Just when people were dazzled and surprised, the little man suddenly reined in his horse, landed on the ground with a beautiful turn, and then bowed his hands to everyone around him.
Only then did Han Mo see the beggar's face clearly. There was no expression on the angular face, just like a rock. Even in the pair of deep black eyes, there was no trace of emotion, giving him a vague feeling.
A bit of a cold feeling.
He originally thought that after the beggar handed over his hand, he would say something about asking for reward money, but contrary to what he thought, the beggar seemed to be very poor with words. After handing over his hand, he turned around and picked up a bamboo hat from the ground, held it in his hand, and then walked away.
When he reached the crowd, he looked at the guests in front of him dully but with a hint of hope, hoping to get a few coins as a reward.
These days, everyone is willing to join in the fun, but when it comes to paying, they can't avoid it. As soon as the beggar picked up his bamboo hat, many people dispersed. When the beggar stretched out his bamboo hat to ask for money,
When the reward came, everyone's excitement immediately subsided. After all, the people in Donghai City were far from wealthy. They couldn't bear to eat or wear clothes at home, so how could they be willing to reward others with money.
The beggar went around for a while, but he only got a dozen copper coins.
"Horse tamer, how much does your horse cost?" A young man who looked quite wealthy said, "You give me a price, and I'll buy it for you."
The beggar still shook his head expressionlessly. He just held the bamboo hat and walked around the few remaining people. Finally, he came to Han Mo and took out the bamboo hat.
His face is dark with a yellowish color, his body is very thin, and he seems to be malnourished. His forehead is slightly raised, and his appearance is very ordinary. He is the kind of person who would not attract anyone's attention if he was thrown into a crowd.
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Han Mo asked with a smile: "You are a dignified man with many abilities. Do you think it is shameful to perform on the street and ask for rewards?"
The beggar raised his head and glanced at Han Mo. His voice was as cold as ice: "I work hard and the money I get is not a shame!"
"Okay!" Han Mo chuckled and said, "Interesting, interesting." He was about to 'touch' the money when he suddenly thought that all his money had just been given to Shopkeeper Han, so he said to Han Qing: "How much money did you bring?
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Han Qing was stunned for a moment, but he quickly took out a tael of broken silver and said, "Master, that's all." He put it into the beggar's bamboo hat.
The beggar didn't say anything anymore. He just looked at the yin-yang stick in Han Mo's hand, his eyebrows twitched slightly, and he turned and walked away.
"Master, why did you give him so much money?" Han Qing asked in a low voice.
Han Mo held his chin and said: "He is a man of integrity. If he lives like this, he is probably in trouble. Maybe a few taels of silver can help him." But in his heart, he was thinking about whether to take this beggar back.
After all, there are not many horse-training masters with such miraculous skills in the mansion, so it would be an excellent idea to take him back to teach him how to practice equestrian skills.
He was about to go up and invite the beggar to sit in the restaurant, but he heard someone behind him shouting: "Here comes Team Leader Huang!"
The onlookers quickly moved out of the way, and now there were only a few sparse people left in the crowd that was originally packed tightly.
A sneer appeared at the corner of Han Mo's mouth. This squad leader Huang is the escort squad leader of Donghai Prefecture. He can be regarded as a close confidant of Donghai County Governor Xiao Mu Zan. He himself was brought over from Yanjing by Xiao Mu Zan when he took office.
Han Mo tugged on Han Qing's clothes, and the two of them walked behind the big tree and looked into the distance. They saw Team Leader Huang, dressed in soap clothes, leading three or four yamen officers carrying killing sticks and walking leisurely towards this place.
Come along the way.
A kind-hearted person in the crowd called out to the beggar softly: "Horse tamers, please ride away quickly. You won't be able to leave even if you want to leave later."
The beggar was packing his things. When he heard the cry, he turned around and smiled at the person who reminded him. His originally cold face became much gentler because of this smile.
After the beggar packed up his things, Team Leader Huang had already arrived. Several government officials immediately surrounded the beggar, laughing.
Huang Bantou had a knife on his waist. He walked three steps and two steps, his eyes always staring at the horse, full of greed.
After all, he is a person who has seen the world. He can tell at a glance that this horse is an authentic Wei horse, and it is the top grade among Wei horses. Its leg strength and speed are top-notch. If you bring it to the horse market, it will be sold at a low price.
, it can also be worth two to three hundred taels of silver, which is a big treasure.
"Where are you coming from?" Huang Bantou glanced at the beggar and asked calmly.
The beggar was still like a rock, with no expression on his face, and said calmly: "Wei Guo!"
"I know you are from Wei!" Huang Bantou sneered: "The shabby boots on your feet are only worn by Wei people."
The boots on the beggar's feet were very dilapidated, but they were very different from the boots of Yan State. In addition to being high and deep, the most conspicuous thing was that there was an arc on the back of the boots, just like the moon, and they looked pretty.
Somewhat beautiful.
Captain Huang looked at the beggar again before continuing to ask: "What are you doing in Donghai County?"
"Seek a life!"
"Looking for a living?" Huang Bantou sneered, "Can Wei Guo survive?"
The beggar raised his head, frowned slightly, and said calmly: "Sir, have I violated any laws of the Yan Kingdom?"
Huang Bantou held the handle of the knife and said in a cold voice: "You are a Wei man, you are dressed in rags, but you have such a fine horse, what do you want in our Donghai County? Hehe, could it be Wei?
You're a spy, right? I heard that there is a yamen in the State of Wei, called 'Black Flag'. The Black Flag tribe spreads all over the country, inquiring about other countries' intelligence and secretly destroying the order of other countries. I think you are the Black Flag tribe."
"I'm not!"
"No?" Squad leader Huang stepped forward to pull the horse: "This is not your decision. Come on, come with us to the Yamen. You can talk to the county governor, right?"
Before he touched the reins, the horse suddenly snorted and neighed, raised its two front hooves, and was about to trample down on Bantou Huang.
Huang Bantou was taken aback. Fortunately, he still had some ability. He rolled on the spot to avoid the fatal step of the horse. Even so, a heavy rain had just passed and the ground was already muddy.
As soon as it rolled, the whole clothes were suddenly covered in mud, making me look really embarrassed.
"Damn it!" Huang Bantou became angry and said: "Brothers, beat this Wei spy for me!"
Several government officials responded, rushed towards the beggar without hesitation, swung their killing sticks, and hit the beggar head and face. However, the beggar was like a rock and did not fight back, letting the killing sticks rain down on him.
With just a few blows to his body, the beggar's forehead was broken, and blood immediately flowed down.
"Master!" Han Qing clenched his fist and was about to rush over, but Han Mo pulled him and said softly: "Wait a minute, I want to see how much tolerance this boy has!"