Chapter 17 Horse Skills Beggar (This chapter is free)
The street of Weaponry Square 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 a concentrated place of war, so wealth and wealth People would rather spend more money to buy some valuable items to increase their elegance, while ordinary people are more willing to buy a few more to add some security to their lives. Not many people actually buy weapons, so shops that open weapons workshops are also Not a lot.
The Yan State is not like 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 are far more enthusiastic about weapons and horses than other countries. Incomparable.
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 shop, so they just squat. If you set up a stall in this place to sell some things, 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, they saw a crowd of people under a big tree. Three or four people formed a large circle. The sound of a horse neighing could be heard from inside. The sound of the horse was extremely loud. It was loud and full of energy. Just by hearing the horse's sound, Han Mo knew it was a good horse.
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, but He was twenty-three or four years old, with dark and rough skin, as if he came from a poor family. At least he was wearing clothes that only beggars would wear 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 even You can hang your legs around the neck of the horse and have a look with the horse, which makes the people around laugh, but they can'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 aspect. And this little beggar who performs horse skills really makes Han Mo feel a little admired. , also applauded 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. The sharp-edged face had no expression at all, just like a rock. Even in the pair of deep black eyes, there was no trace of emotion. , giving people a somewhat cold feeling.
He originally thought that after the beggar handed over his hand, he would come up with some words to ask for reward, but contrary to what he thought, this 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 they avoid paying for 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, everyone's excitement immediately subsided. After all, the people of Donghai City were far from wealthy. They couldn't bear to eat or wear themselves, so how could they be willing to give money to others.
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 a bit wealthy said, "You give me a price, and I will pay you to buy it."
The beggar still looked expressionless. Shaking his head, 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 withered yellow color, his body is very thin, he looks malnourished, his forehead is slightly protruding, and his appearance is very ordinary. He is the kind of person who would not attract anyone if he was thrown into a crowd. The kind that people pay attention to.
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 As cold as ice: "I work hard on my own, and the money I get is not embarrassing!"
"Okay!" Han Mo said with a smile, "Interesting, interesting." He was about to 'touch' the money, and suddenly Thinking that all his money had just been given to shopkeeper Han, he said to Han Qing: "Give it to him no matter how much money you brought!"
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. He is in trouble now. A few taels of silver may be able to help him." But he was thinking in his heart 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. There were only a few sparse people left in the airtight crowd.
A hint of 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 Xiao Muzan, the governor of Donghai County. He himself was brought over from Yanjing by Xiao Muzan when he took office.
Han Mo tugged on Han Qing's clothes, and the two walked behind the big tree. Looking into the distance, they saw Team Leader Huang dressed in soap clothes, leading three or four yamen carrying killing sticks. Chai Zheng is walking this way leisurely.
Some 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, walking 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 did it 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 said calmly: "Wei Guo!"
"I know you are from Wei!" Huang Bantou sneered: "The tattered boots on your feet are only worn by Wei people."
The boots on the beggar's feet are very torn, but But they are very different from the boots of Yan State. In addition to being high and deep, the most conspicuous thing is that there is an arc on the back of the boots, just like the moon, and they look quite beautiful.
Huang Bantou looked at the beggar again before continuing to ask: "What are you doing in Donghai County?"
"Begging for a life!"
"Begging for a life?" Huang Bantou sneered: "Can Wei Guo survive?"
The beggar raised his head, frowned slightly, and said calmly: "Sir, I Did you break any laws of Yan? ”
Huang Bantou held the handle of the knife and said in a cold voice: "You are a Wei man, dressed in rags, but you have such a fine horse. What do you want to do in our Donghai County? Hehe, could it be Wei? A spy, right? I heard that there is a yamen in the Wei State called the Black Flag. The Black Flag tribe goes all over the country to spy on other countries and secretly undermine the order of other countries. I think you are the Black Flag tribe."
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"No?" Huang Bantou stepped forward to pull the horse: "This is not up to you. Come on, come with us to the Yamen, right? You talk to the Sheriff.”
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 and avoided the fatal step of the horse. Even so, the heavy rain had just passed, and the ground had already been covered with water. It was very muddy, and when it rolled on the ground, the whole clothes were suddenly covered in mud, making me feel very embarrassed.
“Damn it!” Huang Bantou was furious: “Brothers, beat up this Wei spy!”
Several 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 was pulled by Han Mo and said softly: "Wait a minute, I want to see how much tolerance this boy has!"