Evil Child Black-Bellied Mother

  Chapter 17 Horsemanship Beggar (This chapter is free)

The street of Weapon Workshop is not very long. After all, it is located on the bank of the East China Sea, which seems to be far away from the war. At least this is not the center of war. Therefore, the rich and the rich would rather spend more money to buy some valuable items to increase elegance. Ordinary people are more willing to buy a few more, to add some protection to their lives, there are not many who actually buy weapons, so there are not many shops that open weapons shops.

  The country of Yan is not like the country of Wei. The people of the country of Wei have been trained in militarization since they were young, and they have been instilled with the idea that the people of Wei are a superior nation. The people there have a passion for weapons and horses, which is far unmatched by other countries.

There is an open space on the streets of this street. Usually, idlers sit and chat. Under a few towering trees, there will always be a group of people. There are also some small vendors who can’t afford to hire a facade, so they just squat. Set up a stall in this place to sell some things. Under normal circumstances, the government officials don't care about it. From these small vendors, they understand that they can't squeeze out any oil or water.

When Han Qing and Han Mo came here, they saw that a big tree was already crowded with people. Three or four people formed a big circle. Inside, there was the sound of a horse hissing. The horse’s voice was extremely loud and full of breath. Han Mo knew that it was a good horse only by listening to the sound of the horse.

  The crowd of onlookers cried out from time to time. These applauses were obviously also uncontrollable. This made Han Mo very suspicious. He didn't know what good programs were waiting for him.

  Han Qing relied on her good body for more than ten years and easily squeezed a way for Han Mo. When Han Mo got in, she discovered that among the crowd, there was a person performing horsemanship.

The horse's mane \'hair\' is dense, and the whole body is shiny black and smooth \'hair\'. It is strong and tall, but it is a thin and thin man who dashes up and down lightly, but only twenty At the age of three or four, his skin was dark and rough, as if he came from a poor family. At least the clothes he was wearing were worn by beggars only in Donghai City. It was sloppy and dilapidated.

However, this sloppy beggar's equestrian skill is really amazing. The steed ran forward and back. Under the control of the beggar, he performed various super-difficult movements. Some movements were almost unimaginable. He could even hang his legs on the steed. On the neck, he stared at the horse with big eyes, causing people around to laugh, but they couldn't help clapping their hands.

There are not many people who admire Han Mo in his heart. What he can admire must be his unique attainments and abilities in a certain aspect, and this little beggar who performs horsemanship really makes Han Mo feel a little admirable. , And applauded with the people.

   Just when people were dazzled \'chaos\' and surprises continued, the little man suddenly reined in his horse, fell to the ground with a beautiful rollover, and then arched his hands to the people around him.

Only then did Han Mo see the beggar’s face. There was no expression on the angular face, like a rock. Even in the pair of dark eyes, there was no trace of emotion, giving people a feeling of emotion. A bit cold feeling.

He thought that after the beggar handed over, he would definitely come up to ask for a reward, but unlike what he thought, the beggar seemed to be clumsy in words. After handing over, he turned around and picked up a hat from the ground to hold it in his hand, and then walked away. At the side of the crowd, he looked dumbly at the guests in front of him with a hint of expectation, hoping to get a few words of reward.

These days, everyone is willing to move forward on busy things, but it is unavoidable to pay for money. As soon as the beggar picked up the hat, many people scattered, and waited until the beggar extended the hat to beg. When it came time to reward money, the excitement of everyone just now subsided. After all, the people of Donghai City are far from being rich, and they are reluctant to eat and wear. Where else are they willing to give money to others.

  The beggar turned around, but only got more than a dozen coins.

   "Training horse, how much money do you sell this horse?" A young man who looked a little lavish said: "You make a price, and I will buy it with money."

  The beggar still shook his head expressionlessly, just holding the hat, and turning around the few remaining people, finally came to Han Mo and poked out the hat.

His face \'color\' is dark and yellow, his body is very thin, it seems to be malnourished, his forehead is slightly raised, his appearance is very ordinary, it is the kind that will not attract anyone's attention when thrown in a crowd One kind.

  Han Mo asked with a smile: "You are a dignified man, some of whom are capable. If you ask for rewards for performing street art, you don’t feel embarrassed?"

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

"Okay!" Han Mo smiled and said: "Interesting, interesting." He was about to \'touch\' the silver, and suddenly thought that all his money had been given to the shopkeeper Han, so he said to Han Qing: "How much silver did you bring? Give it to him!"

  Han Qing was taken aback, but soon \'touched\' one or two pieces of silver, said: "Master, that's all." Putting it into the beggar's hat.

  The beggar did not speak any more, just looked at the Yin-Yang stick in Han Mo's hand, the corners of his eyebrows twitched slightly, turned and walked away.

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

Han Mo rested his chin and said, "He is a sturdy person. If he is mixed up like this, I am afraid that he will be in trouble. One or two silvers may help him." In his heart, he wondered whether or not to bring this beggar back. In the Fuzhong, after all, there are not many horse trainers who possess such amazing skills, and it is also an excellent idea to bring them back to teach their own horsemanship.

  He was about to go up and ask the beggar to sit in the restaurant, but he heard someone shouting behind him: "Here is the yellow team leader!"

  The onlookers quickly moved away, and the crowd that had been crowded with air was only a few people left at this time.

  A sneer appeared at the corner of Han Mo's mouth. This yellow team leader is the guard squad of Donghai Mansion, and he can be regarded as a cron of Xiao Muchan, the guardian of Donghai County. He himself was brought by Xiao Muchan from Yanjing when he first took office.

Han Mo pulled at Han Qing’s clothes, and the two of them walked behind the big tree and looked into the distance. They saw Huang Bantou dressed in a soap suit, leading three or four hand-killing officials, and they were walking towards this place leisurely. Come on.

  Some kind of people in the crowd whispered to the beggar: "Training horse, hurry up on horseback. You can't go if you want to go later."

  The beggar was packing things, and when he heard the call, he turned his head and smiled at the reminder. His cold face was much gentler because of this smile.

  The beggar packed up his things, the yellow team leader has led the people, and several government officials immediately surrounded the beggar and smiled happily.

   Huang Ban carried a knife around his waist, walked three steps and swayed two steps, his eyes kept staring at the steed horse, full of greedy \'color\'.

After all, he is a person who has seen the world. At a glance, he can tell that this horse is an authentic Wei horse, and it is the top grade of Wei horses. Its foot strength and speed are excellent. If it is pulled to the horse market, it will be sold at a low price. , Can also be worth two or three hundred taels of silver, that is a big treasure.

   "Where do 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 faintly: "Wei Guo!"

   "You know that you are from the Wei country!" Huang Bantou sneered: "The broken boots on your feet are only used by Wei people."

The boots worn by the beggar’s feet are already very torn, but they are very different from the boots of Yan Guo. Apart from being tall and deep, the most conspicuous thing is that there is an arc on the back of the boots, which looks quite like a moon. Somewhat beautiful.

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

   "Ask for life!"

  "Ask for life?" Huang Bantou sneered: "Wei Guo can't live anymore?"

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

Huang Bantou held the handle of the knife and said coldly: "You are a Wei countryman, dressed in tattered clothes, but you have such a good horse, what do you want in Donghai County? Hey, shouldn't it be Wei country? A spy? I heard that there is a yamen in Wei State, called'Black Flag.' The black flag members spread all over the country, inquiring about other countries' intelligence, and secretly disrupting the order of other countries. I think you are the black flag members."

"I'm not!"

   "No?" Huang Bantou stepped forward to pull the horse: "You can't have the final say, let's go, and let us go to the Yamen, don't you, you talk to the county guard."

   Before he hit the horse's rein, the steed suddenly snorted, made a long hiss, and raised its two front hooves, and then stepped on the head of the yellow class.

Huang Bantou was taken aback. Fortunately, he still had some ability to roll on the spot and escape the deadly step of the steed. Even so, just after a heavy rain, the ground was already muddy. As soon as he rolled, the whole clothes suddenly became muddy, really embarrassed.

   "Damn it!" Huang Bantou became angry with anger: "Brothers, give me this Wei's \'rape\' fine!"

Several government officials responded and rushed towards the beggar without hesitation, picked up the killer stick, and smashed the beggar down, but the beggar was like a rock and did not fight back, letting the killer stick rain like rain. After only a few sticks hit him, the beggar's forehead was broken, and the blood immediately shed.

  "Master!" Han Qing clenched his fist and tried to rush over, but was pulled by Han Mo, and whispered: "Wait a minute, I want to see how much tolerance this kid is \'sex\'!"