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Chapter 17 Horse Skill Beggar (This chapter is free)

The street of Weapons Square is not very long. After all, it is located on the bank of the East China Sea, and it seems to be far away from the war. At least it is not the concentration of war, so rich people would rather spend more money to buy some valuables to taste and add elegance. Ordinary people are more willing to buy a few more to add some security to their lives. There are not many people who actually buy weapons, so there are not many shops with weapons workshops.

Yan State is not like Wei State. The people of Wei State have received militarized training since childhood, and are instilled with the idea that the Wei people are a superior nation. The people there are fanatical about weapons and horses, which is far incomparable to other countries.

On the street of this street, there is an open space, which is usually a place for idlers to sit and brag and chat. There are always a group of people sitting under a few towering trees. Set up a stall in this place to sell some things. Usually, the yamen will not take care of it. From these small vendors, they understand that they can't squeeze any oil.

When Han Qing brought Han Mo here, he saw that there was already a crowd of people under a big tree. Three or four people formed a big circle. There was a neighing sound of a horse. The sound of the horse was very loud and full of energy. Han Mo knew that it was a good horse just by listening to the sound of the horse.

From time to time, the crowd of onlookers cheered, and these cheers were obviously uncontrollable, which made Han Mo very suspicious and didn't know what good programs were waiting for him.

Relying on the good body that Han Qing has trained for more than ten years, Han Qing easily squeezed a way for Han Mo. When Han Mo got in, he realized that among the crowd, there was someone performing horse skills.

That steed has a dense mane and shiny black hair all over its body. It is strong and tall, but it is a thin and thin man who is running up and down lightly on its body. He is only 23 or [-] years old. He 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 filthy and dilapidated.

However, this sloppy beggar's equestrianism is really amazing. The horse runs forward and backward, under the control of the beggar, performing various super-difficult movements, some of which are almost unimaginable. He can even hang his legs on the horse. On his neck, Yu Junma stared at him with big eyes and small eyes, which attracted laughter from the people around him, but he couldn't help but applaud.

There are not many people that Han Mo admires in his heart. Those who can make him admire must have unique accomplishments and abilities in some aspect, and this little beggar who performs horse skills really makes Han Mo feel a little bit of admiration. , and also applauded along with the people.

Just when people were dazzled and surprised, the little man suddenly restrained the horse, landed on the ground with a beautiful rollover, and then bowed his hands to everyone around him.

It was only at this moment that Han Mo saw the beggar's face clearly. The angular face had no expression, just like a rock. Even in the pair of dark eyes, there was no emotion at all. Bit icy feeling.

He originally thought that after the beggar surrendered, he would definitely come to a speech to ask for money, but unlike what he thought, the beggar seemed to be very clumsy in words. When he got to the crowd, he looked at the guests in front of him with a dull but expectant look, hoping to get a few coins as a reward.

These days, everyone is willing to join in on the fun, but when it comes to paying, it is unavoidable. As soon as the beggar picked up the hat, many people dispersed, and when the beggar stretched out the hat to beg When it came time to reward money, everyone's excitement just now subsided immediately. After all, the people of Donghai City are far from being rich, and they are reluctant to eat and wear, so how can they be willing to give money to others.

The beggar turned around, but only got a dozen copper coins.

"Horse stalker, how much money do you sell this horse for?" said a young man who looked a bit lavish: "You set a price and I'll buy it with money."

The beggar still shook his head expressionlessly, just holding his hat, he walked around the few remaining crowd, and finally came to Han Mo and stuck out his hat.

His face is dark and withered, his body is very thin, he looks malnourished, his forehead is slightly raised, and his appearance is very ordinary. .

Han Mo asked with a smile, "You are a dignified man, and some of you are talented. If you ask for money in street performances, you will lose face without realizing it?"

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 ashamed!"

"Okay!" Han Mo giggled, "Interesting, interesting." He was about to 'touch' the money, when he suddenly thought that all his money had been given to the shopkeeper, so he said to Han Qing, "How much money you brought, give it to you. he!"

Han Qing was stunned for a moment, but quickly found a piece of silver or two and said, "Young master, that's all." He put it into the beggar's hat.

The beggar didn't say anything, just looked at the yin-yang stick in Han Mo's hand, the corners of 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 backbone. If he is like this, I am afraid he will be in trouble. A couple of silver may be able to help him." But he was thinking about whether to bring the beggar back. In Fuzhong, after all, there are not many horse-training masters with such amazing skills. It is also an excellent idea to bring them back to teach them how to practice equestrianism.

He was about to go up and invite the beggar to sit in the restaurant, but he heard someone behind him shout, "Here comes the head of the yellow class!"

The onlookers quickly moved away, and the crowd, which was originally packed, was now only a few people left.

A sneer appeared on the corner of Han Mo's mouth. This Huang Bantou was the guard squad leader of the East China Sea government, and he could be regarded as a close confidant of Xiao Muzan, the governor of East China Sea. He himself was brought over from Yanjing when Xiao Muzan took office.

Han Mo tugged on Han Qing's clothes, and the two walked behind the big tree. Looking into the distance, they saw Huang Bantou, who was wearing a soapy coat, and led three or four men with killing power sticks leisurely towards this place. Come along.

Some kind people in the crowd whispered to the beggar: "Horse tamer, hurry up and go, you won't be able to go if you want to go later."

The beggar was packing his things, and when he heard the cry, he turned around and smiled slightly at the person who reminded him. His originally cold face was much gentler because of this smile.

The beggar packed up, Huang Bantou had already led the people, and several yamen immediately surrounded the beggar and laughed.

Huang Ban, with a knife on his head and waist, walked three steps and two steps, his eyes fixed on the horse, full of greed.

After all, he is a person who has seen the world, and he can tell at a glance that this steed is an authentic Wei horse, and it is the top grade among Wei Guo's steeds. Its foot strength and speed are top-notch. If it is pulled to the horse market, it will be sold at a low price. , It can also be worth two 300 taels of silver, 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, without the slightest expression on his face, he said lightly, "Wei Kingdom!"

"I knew you were from the Wei country!" Huang Bantou sneered: "The ragged boots on your feet are only used by Wei people."

The boots on the feet of the beggars are already very broken, but they are very different from the boots of the country of Yan. Apart from being tall and deep, the most conspicuous thing is that there is an arc at the back of the boots, which looks like the moon. Some beautiful.

Huang Bantou looked at the beggar again before continuing to ask, "What are you doing here in Donghai County?"

"Ask for life!"

"Ask for a living?" Huang Bantou sneered, "Wei Guo can't live anymore?"

The beggar raised his head, his eyebrows tightened slightly, and said lightly: "My lord, have I violated any law of the Yan Kingdom?"

Huang Bantou held the hilt of the knife and said coldly, "You are from the Wei country, dressed in rags, but you have such a high-quality horse, what do you want to do in my Donghai County? Hey, could it be Wei Guo? I heard that there is a yamen in the state of Wei, what is it called 'Black Flag'. The Black Flag troop spreads all over the country, inquires about other countries' intelligence, and secretly disrupts the order of other countries. I think you are the Black Flag troopers."

"I'm not!"

"No?" Huang Bantou was about to step forward to pull the horse: "It's up to you to have the final say, let's go, let's go to the yamen, isn't it, you and the county governor tell him to go."

Before he could touch the reins, the steed suddenly snorted, neighed, and raised its front hooves, and was about to trample on Huang Ban's head.

Huang Bantou was taken aback, fortunately, he still had some skills. He rolled on the spot and avoided the fatal step of the horse. Even so, the ground was already muddy just after the heavy rain. As soon as it rolled, the entire clothes were suddenly muddy, so embarrassing.

"Damn it!" Huang Bantou became angry: "Brothers, call me this Wei country's 'spy'!"

Several yamen responded, rushed towards the beggar without hesitation, swung the killing power stick, and hit the beggar in the face, but the beggar was like a rock, and did not fight back, letting the killing power stick hit like raindrops. On himself, with just a few sticks, the beggar's forehead was broken, and blood flowed down immediately.

"Master!" Han Qing clenched his fists and was about to rush over, but was pulled by Han Mo and whispered, "Wait a minute, I want to see how tolerant this kid is!"