Chapter 17 The Equestrian Beggar (This chapter is free) The street of Weapon 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 a concentrated place of war, so rich people would rather spend more money to buy it. These are valuable items that increase elegance, and ordinary people are more willing to buy a few more to add some protection 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 unmatched by 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 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, he 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 and full of energy. Han Mo knew it was a good horse just by the sound of the 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 trained 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. , with dark and rough skin, 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, there was a big-eye look with the horse, which made the people around burst into laughter, 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 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. 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 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, When it came time to reward them with money, everyone's excitement immediately dimmed. After all, the people of Donghai City were far from wealthy. They couldn't bear to eat or wear clothes at home, so how could they be willing to offer money to reward others. The beggar went around and got only 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'll buy it with the money." The beggar still shook his head expressionlessly, just holding his hand. The bamboo hat circled around the few remaining people, and finally came to Han Mo and took out the bamboo hat. His face is dark and yellow, his body is very thin, he seems to be malnourished, his forehead is slightly raised, and his appearance is very ordinary, the kind that would not attract anyone's attention if he is thrown into a crowd. . 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, glanced at Han Mo, and said in a voice as cold as ice: " I work hard, and the money I get is not shameful!" "Okay!" Han Mo said with a smile, "Interesting, interesting." He was about to 'touch' the money when he suddenly thought of his own money.??Everything was given to shopkeeper Han, so he said to Han Qing: "Give him whatever silver you brought!" Han Qing was stunned for a moment, but soon 'touched' out a tael of broken silver and said: "Master, that's all. "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, and now only the crowd that had been packed tightly was left. There are only a few people here and there. 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 walked behind the big tree. Looking 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. 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, and when he heard the cry, he turned around. He smiled slightly 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 held a knife on his waist and 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 lightly. The beggar was still like a rock, with no expression on his face. He said calmly: "Wei Guo!" "I know you are from Wei Guo!" Huang Bantou sneered: "The broken boots on your feet are only worn by Wei people. Habit. "The boots worn by the beggar are very worn, 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. Look. It looks quite beautiful. Bantou Huang looked at the beggar again and then continued to ask: "What are you doing in Donghai County?" "Begging for a life!" "Begging for a life?" Bantou Huang sneered: "Can't Wei Guo survive?" The beggar raised his head and raised his eyebrows. He tensed slightly and said calmly: "Sir, have I violated any laws of the Yan Kingdom?" Huang Bantou held the handle of the knife and said coldly: "You are a Wei national, dressed in rags, but you have such a thing What's the purpose of this fine horse in Donghai County? Hehe, he could be a spy from Wei State, right? I heard that there is a yamen in Wei State called "Black Flag". Intelligence from other countries, secretly destroying the order of other countries, I think you are a member of the Black Flag." "No?" Team leader Huang stepped forward to pull the horse: "This is not up to you, let's go. Come with us to the Yamen, why don't you tell the Sheriff?" Before he even touched the reins, the horse suddenly snorted and neighed, raising its two front hooves and heading towards Huang Ban. Head stamped down. 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, a heavy rain had just passed and the ground was already muddy. As soon as he rolled over, the whole clothes were suddenly covered in mud, making him look very embarrassed. "Damn it!" Huang Bantou became angry: "Brothers, beat this Wei State's spy for me!" The beggar was beaten all over his face, but the beggar was like a rock and did not fight back. He let the killing stick hit him like raindrops. With only a few blows, the beggar's forehead was broken, and blood immediately flowed down. "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 tolerance this boy has!"