Chapter 17: The Equestrian Beggar)

The street of the armory workshop is not very long, after all, it is located on the shore of the East China Sea, it seems to be far away from the war, at least it is not the concentration of the war, so the rich and noble people would rather spend more money to buy more valuable things to increase elegance, and ordinary people are more willing to buy a few more to add some security to their lives, and there are not many people who really buy weapons, so there are not many shops that open the armory.

Yan is not like Wei, the Wei people have been militarized since childhood, and have been instilled with the idea that the Wei people are an superior people, and the people there have a fanatical love for weapons and horses, which is far beyond the comparison of other countries.

On the street of this street, there is a vacant lot, usually idlers sit and brag and chat, under a few towering trees, there will always be a group of people sitting, and there are also some small traders who can't afford to hire a storefront, so they squat in this place to set up a stall to sell something, under normal circumstances, the yacha will not care, from these small vendors, they understand 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 there was a neighing sound of a horse inside, the sound of the horse was extremely 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 obviously couldn't help but come out, which made Han Mo very suspicious, not knowing what good programs were waiting for him.

With the good body that has been trained for more than ten years, Han Qing easily squeezed a way for Han Mo, and when Han Mo got in, he found that in the crowd, there was a person performing horse skills.

The horse's mane was thick, and its whole body was a shiny jet-black hair, strong and tall, and on its body was a small man with a thin body, but twenty-three or four years old, with dark and rough skin, as if he was from a poor family, at least the clothes he wore were worn only by beggars in Donghai City, and they were sloppy and tattered.

But this sloppy beggar equestrian is really amazing, the horse gallops forward and retreats, under the control of the beggar, performing all kinds of super difficult movements, some movements are almost unimaginable, he can even hang his legs on the horse's neck, and the horse to stare at each other, causing the people around to laugh, but can not help but applaud.

There are not many people Han Mo admires in his heart, what he can admire must be that he does have unique attainments and abilities in a certain aspect, and this little beggar who performs horse skills really makes Han Mo feel a little admired, and he also applauded with the people.

Just as the people were dazzled and surprised, the little man suddenly reined in his horse, landed on the ground with a beautiful turn, and then arched his hand to the crowd around him.

Han Mo only saw the beggar's face clearly at this time, there was no expression on his angular face, like a rock, even in those dark eyes, there was no trace of emotion, giving people a cold feeling.

He thought that after the beggar gave up, he would definitely come to ask for a reward, but unlike what he thought, the beggar seemed to be very clumsy in words, and after giving it up, he turned around and picked up a hat from the ground and held it in his hand, and then walked to the side of the crowd, looking at the guest in front of him with a very wooden but expectant look, that is, hoping to get a few pennies for a reward.

This year, everyone is willing to move forward, but the matter of paying money, that is to avoid, the beggar just picked up the hat, there are many people scattered, and when the beggar stretched out the hat to ask for money, everyone's excitement just now immediately subsided, after all, the people of Donghai City are far from being rich, and they are reluctant to eat and wear, where are they willing to hold money to reward people.

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

"Horse trainer, how much silver do you sell for this horse?" said a young man who looked a little arrogant, "You make a price, and I will buy it for money." ”

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

His face was dark and yellowish, his body was thin, he looked malnourished, his forehead was slightly raised, and his appearance was very ordinary, the kind that would not attract anyone's attention if he was thrown in a crowd.

Han Mo asked with a smile: "You are a dignified man, and you have the ability, so you don't feel embarrassed to beg for money on the street to beg for money?"

The beggar raised his head and glanced at Han Mo, his voice as cold as ice: "I work hard by myself, and the money I get is not ashamed!"

"Okay!" Han Mo grinned: "Interesting, interesting." He was about to touch the silver, and suddenly thought that all his silver money had been given to the shopkeeper Han, so he said to Han Qing: "Give him all the silver you brought!"

Han Qing was stunned for a moment, but soon felt out a piece or two of silver, and said, "Young Master, that's all." "Put it in the beggar's hat.

The beggar didn't speak again, just looked at the yin and yang stick in Han Mo's hand, the corners of his eyebrows jumped slightly, and he turned around and walked away.

"Young Master, why did you give him so much silver?" Han Qing asked in a low voice.

Han Mo held his chin and said: "He is a person with backbone, if he gets mixed up like this, I'm afraid he will be in trouble, and a tael of silver may be able to help him." But in his heart, he was thinking about whether to bring this beggar back to the house, after all, there are not many horse trainers with such miraculous skills, and it is also a very good idea to bring him back to teach him to practice equestrianism.

He was about to go up and invite the beggar to sit in the restaurant, but he heard someone behind him shouting, "Huang Bantou is here!"

The onlookers quickly dodged away, and the crowd that was originally crowded was already sparsely packed at this time.

A sneer appeared at the corner of Han Mo's mouth, this Huang squad leader was the head of the guard team of the Donghai Mansion, and he could be regarded as a close confidant of Xiao Muzan, the guard of Donghai County, and he himself was brought from Yanjing by Xiao Muzan when he took office.

Han Mo pulled Han Qing's clothes, and the two walked behind the big tree, and looked into the distance, only to see Huang Bantou dressed in soap clothes, leading three or four yacha who were carrying killing sticks in their hands, and were leisurely walking towards this side.

There was a kind man in the crowd who whispered to the beggar, "Horse trainer, hurry up and ride away, for you will not be able to walk if you want to." ”

The beggar was packing up his things, and when he heard the shouting, he turned around and smiled at the person who reminded him, and his cold face was much softer because of this smile.

The beggar packed up his things, Huang Bantou had already led the people to arrive, and several yacha immediately surrounded the beggar, smiling hehehe.

Huang Bantou carried a knife at his waist, walked three steps and shook two steps, his eyes kept staring at the horse, full of greed.

After all, he is a person who has seen the world, and he can see at a glance that this horse is an authentic Wei horse, and it is the top grade of the Wei horse, and the foot strength and speed are the best, and when it is pulled to the horse market, even if it is sold cheaply, it can be worth two or three hundred taels of silver, which 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 a trace of expression on his face, and said lightly: "Wei State!"

"I know that you are from Wei!" Huang Bantou sneered: "The broken boots on your feet are also the habit that only Wei people wear." ”

The boots worn by the beggar are already very torn, but they are very different from the boots of Yan Guo, in addition to being tall and deep, the most conspicuous thing is that there is an arc-shaped curl behind the boots, just like the moon, which looks quite beautiful.

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

"Begging for a living!"

"Begging for a living?" Huang Bantou sneered: "Wei Guo can't live anymore?"

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

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 first-class horse, what do you want in my Donghai County? Hehe, it can't be a spy of Wei? I heard that there is a yamen in Wei, what is it called 'Black Flag'." The Black Flag Tribesmen are all over the country, probing for intelligence of other countries, and secretly destroying the order of other countries, I think you are the Black Flag Tribesmen. ”

"I'm not!"

"Isn't it?" Huang Bantou was about to step forward to pull the horse: "It's up to you to decide, let's go, let's go to the yamen, isn't it, you tell the county guard to go." ”

Before he could touch the reins of the horse, the steed suddenly snorted, neighed, raised its two front hooves, and was about to trample down to the head of the yellow ban.

Huang Bantou was taken aback, fortunately, he still had some ability, rolled on the spot, and dodged the fatal step of the horse, although it was so, but just after a heavy rain, the ground was already muddy, so he rolled on the ground, and the whole clothes were suddenly muddy, so he was not embarrassed.

"Damn!" Huang Bantou was annoyed and angry: "Brothers, give me this Wei State's traitor!"

Several yacha responded, rushed to the beggar without hesitation, picked up the killing stick, and hit the beggar with his head and face, but the beggar was like a rock, and did not fight back, let the killing stick rain on him, only a few sticks down, the beggar's forehead was broken, and the blood suddenly flowed down.

"Young Master!" Han Qing clenched his fists and was about to rush over, but was pulled by Han Mo and said softly: "Wait a minute, I want to see how much patience this kid has!"