"Notice: There is an envoy from afar, who has raised three difficult questions, and there is no solution at present. Now recruit smart people from the people, if you can solve the three problems, a reward of 10,000 gold, seal 10,000 households. The Imperial Ministry of Rites hereby informs you. ”

In the imperial capital, a group of people carrying flat shoulders and beating barefoot in front of a neighborhood surrounded a group of scholars, listening to a person who looked like a scholar read the large imperial list posted on the notice board in front of the square, and couldn't help but talk about it.

A drooled: "Did you hear it, did you hear it? Reward 10,000 gold, seal 10,000 households!"

B: "I hear you, but what's the use? Can you get it?"

C: "That's it, so many nobles and lords full of poetry and books in the imperial court can't do it, you don't know that you are a white ding with a single word when you fall down, and you dare to be delusional!"

A said unconvinced: "How do you know? Maybe people come up with a difficult problem that can only be solved by people who have not read a book! Therefore, the whole house is full of civil and military affairs, so it is necessary to issue a notice to find capable people among the people!"

C sneered: "Do you know again? Do you think people are asking how many pockmarks you have on your face, or how shameless you can be? If you don't understand fart, you'll be daydreaming there! Go back to work early! I'm going to move bricks and repair the city wall today! I'm going to be whipped by the overseer when I'm late!"

"Let's go!"

A group of people lost interest in continuing to watch and turned and walked away.

A was still a little reluctant, and muttered: "I don't know where the people came from, what kind of problems are there, and there is no one in the hall who knows how to do it?"

Shortly after the group walked away, a group of people on horseback walked across the long street. The group was dressed in fur, with sheep or wolf hair on the edges, fur hats, hideous faces, and a long braid behind their heads, which did not look like the people of the Empire.

The head of this group of Rao had a strange nose, and his cheeks and nose were red, as if he had been rubbed rouge or roasted by fire. However, this person does not have the aroma of rouge, but has a body odor that has not been bathed for I don't know how many years mixed with the smell of sheep riots.

This is a bunch of Hu people.

The people on the street saw that this group of Hu people did not look like good people, and they all avoided walking, but even if they were so far away, they could still smell the stench on this person, and they couldn't help but cover their mouths and noses and bypass them from a distance.

The man did not seem ashamed, but rather proud, and rode on the tall horse to look around, and whined in a way that most people had never heard. The people who followed him seemed to be his men, and they all laughed playfully, as if they were overjoyed.

Although the vast majority of people avoided them, there were still people who ran into the head of the leader. It was an old lady carrying a burden, hunched over, and her legs and feet were not dexterous, and she could not avoid it, and was hit by the horse headed by her. The old lady was unsteady on her feet, and immediately fell on her back, the burden on her shoulders fell to the side, and the wild fruits in the bamboo basket were scattered all over the ground.

The leader casually pulled the reins and pulled the horse, bent down slightly from the horse, looked down at the old lady condescendingly, and shouted in blunt imperial Chinese: "Walk without eyes? Quickly climb away, don't block Lao Tzu's way!"

The old lady seemed to be very frightened, and tried to get up to avoid it, but she was so old and weak, and hunched over, that she could not turn over and get up after several struggles, but she was so tired that she was panting.

The imperial capital was a bustling metropolis, and there were many pedestrians on the streets, and soon a large group of people gathered on both sides to watch the excitement, but no one came out to help the old lady up, and just stood by and watched.

The leader had a very impatient look on his face, and shouted: "If you don't get out again, Lao Tzu will ride a horse and step on it directly! It doesn't matter if you trample on Lao Tzu to death!"

The old lady coughed a few times and begged in a low voice: "Uncle, you are good, I really can't get up......"

"Humph!"

The leader snorted heavily: "If you can't get up, it's too early! What a waste of the uncle's time!" he shook the reins and urged the mount to continue the front colonel, even if he really wanted to trample on the old lady, he wouldn't care.

Everyone on the lookers can see it...... This is a group of people, and if everyone and every horse trample on this old lady, unless this old lady is a fairy, she will definitely be trampled to death.

But even so, no one came out to help the old lady. These people are afraid of this group of Hu people who don't look like good people, for fear of losing their lives if they come out.

The old lady lay on her back on the ground, with a hint of sadness in her eyes, but she was helpless, slowly closing her eyes and waiting for death.

The moment the horse's hooves were about to step on the old lady, it was too late and too fast, and a gray-clothed figure suddenly appeared from the crowd of onlookers next to him. The crowd only felt a flower in front of them, and they didn't see what was going on at all, when they heard the horses neighing rhythmically, followed by a loud cry, and several people rolled to the ground in a row.

When the crowd stared at it, they could hardly believe their eyes. A man dressed in gray was reaching out to lift the old lady up, while behind him, the arrogant leader of the Hu Man was falling to the ground and screaming in pain, while his own mount toppled to the ground, crushing him firmly underneath. And after this Hu man, there were three other Hu people who also fell to the ground with their horses and were getting up in embarrassment.

The leader of the Hu people shouted and scolded: "Who eats the bear's heart and leopard gall, dare to provoke your uncle!, pull Lao Tzu up and settle him!"

His Hu men scrambled to pick up the horses before lifting the Hu man up. When Hu Ren saw it, the man in gray had already helped the old lady up, but he hadn't walked away, so he stretched out his hand and pointed at him: "Everyone, cut him!"

A group of Hu Rang orders immediately pulled out their scimitars and swarmed up, slashing at the back of the gray-clothed man. The gray-clothed man didn't look back, and kicked back with one right foot as fast as lightning a few times, and then he heard a miserable cry, and the bearded people all fell on their backs, and the scimitar in their hands fell to the ground.

The leader of the Hu man scolded: "Good fellow! It turned out to be a folk warrior! Don't go, eat Lao Tzu's sword!" He also drew his knife and rushed towards the gray-clothed man.

He had only rushed two steps, and suddenly there was a flower in front of him, and the man in gray suddenly arrived in front of him, and at the same time, his wrist hurt, and the scimitar in his hand suddenly crossed his neck without knowing what was going on.

The leader Hu was shocked. Finally, he had seen a little bit of the world, and knew that this was a master he couldn't afford to provoke, and he was caught by the other party and stopped in front of his neck.

He was so frightened that he forcibly stopped his rushing steps and shouted, "If you have something to say, don't use the knife!"