Chapter 17 Horse Skill Beggar (This chapter is free)

The street of Weapon Square is not very long. After all, it is located on the banks of the East China Sea and seems to be far away from war. At least it is not the concentration of war. Therefore, wealthy and noble families would rather spend more money to taste valuables and increase elegance. Ordinary people would rather buy more to buy a few more to add some protection to their lives. There are not many people who actually buy weapons, so there are not many shops that open weapons shops.

Yan State is not like Wei State. The people of Wei State received militarized training since childhood and were instilled with the idea that the Wei people were superior nations. The people there had a fanatical love for weapons and horses that other countries were far from comparable.

There is an open space on this street, where idle men usually sit and brag and chat. Under a few towering trees, there are always a group of people sitting. Some small vendors can't afford to hire a storefront and squat in this place to set up a stall to sell something. Under normal circumstances, the yamen operators don't care. From these small vendors, they know 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 the neighing sound of a horse came from inside. The horse was very 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 were obviously uncontrollably released, which made Han Mo very suspicious and confused, not knowing that there were any good programs waiting for him.

With his good body that had been trained for more than ten years, Han Qing easily squeezed a path for Han Mo. When Han Mo got in, he found that there was a person performing horse skills among the crowd.

The horse's mane is dense and covered with shiny black hair, strong and tall. On its body, it was a thin little man, but at the age of twenty-three or four, his skin was dark and rough, as if he was from a poor family. At least the clothes he wore were only worn by beggars in Donghai City. They were sloppy and broken.

However, this sloppy beggar horsemanship was really amazing. The horse ran back and forth, and under the control of the beggar, he performed various super-difficulty movements. Some movements were almost unimaginable. He could even hang his legs around the horse's neck and stared at him with a big eye, which caused laughter from the people around him, but he couldn't help but applaud.

There were not many people who admire Han Mo in his heart. Those who could admire him must have unique attainments and abilities in one aspect. This little beggar who performed horse skills really made Han Mo feel a little admiration and applauded with the people.

Just as people were dazzled and surprised, the little man suddenly grabbed his horse and landed on the ground with a beautiful turn, then bowed to everyone around.

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

He thought that after the beggar handed over, he would definitely come to ask for rewards. However, unlike what he thought, the beggar seemed to be very clumsy. After handing over, he turned around and picked up a hat from the ground and held it in his hand. Then he walked to the crowd, looking at the guests in front of him with a dull but hopeful look, hoping to get a few penny of rewards.

Nowadays, everyone is willing to make up for the lively things, but they are always avoided when paying money. As soon as the beggar picked up the hat, many people scattered. When the beggar stretched out the hat to ask for a reward, everyone's excitement was immediately depressed. After all, the people of Donghai City are far from being rich, and they are reluctant to eat and wear, so they are still willing to give money to reward people.

The beggar walked around and only got more than a dozen coins of copper coins.

"Horse trainer, how much is the price you sell for this horse?" said a young man who looked a little arrogant: "You offer a price and I'll buy it."

The beggar still shook his head expressionlessly, but he just held the hat and walked around the few remaining people. Finally, he came to Han Mo and poked out the hat.

His face was dark and yellow, his body was very thin, he seemed malnourished, his forehead was slightly raised, and his appearance was very ordinary, and he was the kind that would not attract anyone's attention even if he was thrown into the crowd.

Han Mo asked with a smile: "You are a dignified man, and you have the ability to do it. If you want to be rewarded on the street, you will lose face without realizing it?"

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 ashamed!"

"Okay!" Han Mo laughed and said, "It's interesting, interesting." He was about to touch the silver, but suddenly he thought that all his money had been given to the shopkeeper Han, so he said to Han Qing: "Give him as much money you have brought!"

Han Qing was stunned, but soon he touched out a piece of silver or two and said, "Young master, that's all." He put it in the beggar's hat.

The beggar didn't say anything anymore, but just looked at the Yin-Yang stick in Han Mo's hand, his eyebrows twitched slightly, and he turned around and walked away.

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

Han Mo held his chin and said, "He is a backbone person. If he gets into this situation, he will probably be in trouble. A tael of silver may help him." But he was thinking in his mind whether to take the beggar back to the mansion. After all, it is rare to have such magical horse training masters. It is also a great idea to take it back to teach him how to practice horse skills.

He was about to go up and invite the beggar to sit in the restaurant, but someone shouted behind him, "Ban Tou is here!"

The onlookers quickly dodged away. The crowd, which was originally crowded and impenetrable, had only a few people left at this time.

A sneer appeared on Han Mo's lips. The Huang Bantou was the head of the guards of the Donghai Prefecture Office. He could be regarded as a confidant of Xiao Muzan, the governor of Donghai County. He himself was brought from Yanjing when Xiao Muzan took office.

Han Mo pulled Han Qing's clothes, and the two walked behind the big tree. Looking into the distance, Huang Ban was wearing soap clothes, leading three or four yamen soldiers holding killing sticks in their hands, leisurely walking towards this side.

A kind-hearted voice in the crowd whispered to the beggar: "Horse-training, please ride your horse quickly. You can't even leave if you want to leave later."

The beggar was packing his things. When he heard the scream, he turned around and smiled slightly at the reminder. His originally cold face was much gentler because of this smile.

The beggar packed up his things, and Huang Bantou had already arrived. Several yamen operators immediately surrounded the beggar and smiled.
Chapter completed!