Devil Fruit of the City

Chapter 17 Horse Skill Beggar (This chapter is free)

The street of Weapons Square is not very long. After all, it is located on the bank of the East China Sea, and it seems to be far away from the war. At least this is not a place where wars are concentrated. Therefore, rich and noble families would rather spend more money to buy some precious things to increase elegance. Ordinary people are more willing to buy a few more to add some protection to their lives. Not many actually buy weapons, so there are not many shops with weapons workshops.

Yan State is not like Wei State. The people of Wei State have received militarized training since they were young, and they have been indoctrinated with the idea that Wei people are a superior nation. The people there are crazy about weapons and horses, which is far unmatched by other countries.

On the street of this street, there is an open space, which is usually a place for idlers to sit and brag and chat. Under a few towering trees, there will always be a group of people sitting. Setting up a stall in this place to sell some things, under normal circumstances, the government officials would not care about it. From these small vendors, they knew that there was nothing to squeeze out.

When Han Qing came here with Han Mo, he saw that a big tree was already crowded with people, three or four people formed a big circle, and there was the neighing of a steed inside. Han Mo knew it was a good horse just by listening to the sound of the horse.

The crowd of onlookers cheered from time to time, and these cheers were obviously involuntary, which made Han Mo very puzzled, wondering what good program was waiting for him.

Relying on the good body that has been exercised for more than ten years, Han Qing easily squeezed a way for Han Mo. When Han Mo got in, he realized that there was someone performing horse skills among the crowd.

That steed has a dense mane, and its whole body is covered with glossy jet-black hair. It is strong and tall, but the one running up and down lightly on its body is a small and thin man, only twenty-three or four-year-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 filthy and dilapidated.

However, this sloppy beggar's equestrian skills are really amazing. The steed runs forward and backward, and under the control of the beggar, it performs various super-difficult moves. Some moves are almost unimaginable. He can even hang his legs on the steed. On the neck, there was a wide-eyed stare with the steed, which caused the people around to laugh, but they couldn't help applauding.

There are not many people that Han Mo admires in his heart. Those who can make him admire must have unique attainments and abilities in a certain aspect, and this little beggar who performed horse skills really made Han Mo feel a little bit of admiration , and applauded along with the people.

Just when people were dazzled and pleasantly surprised, the little man suddenly reined in his horse, turned over beautifully and landed on the ground, and then bowed his hands to the surrounding people.

It was only at this time that Han Mo saw the beggar's face clearly. There was no expression on the sharp-edged face, like a rock, and even the pair of deep black eyes showed no trace of emotion, which gave people a kind of A bit icy feeling.

He originally thought that after the beggar handed over, he would definitely come up with a speech asking for a reward, but unlike what he thought, the beggar seemed very clumsy with words. After handing over, he turned around and picked up a bamboo hat from the ground, held it in his hand, and walked Going to the side of the crowd, he looked at the guests in front of him dully but with a hint of expectation, hoping to get a few coins as a reward.

These days, everyone is willing to join in the excitement of the event, but it is impossible to avoid the matter of paying money. As soon as the beggar picked up the bamboo hat, many people dispersed. When it was time to reward money, everyone's excitement just now subsided immediately. After all, the people of Donghai City were far from rich, and their own families were reluctant to eat and wear, so how could they be willing to reward others with money.

The beggar went around and only got a dozen copper coins.

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

Still shaking his head expressionlessly, the beggar just held his bamboo hat, walked around the few remaining crowd, and finally came to Han Mo, and stretched out his bamboo hat.

His face is dark and yellowish, his body is very thin, he seems to be malnourished, his forehead is slightly raised, and his appearance is very ordinary, the kind that won't attract anyone's attention even if he is thrown in the crowd .

Han Mo asked with a smile: "You are a dignified man with a lot of skills, so you don't feel ashamed when you perform on the street and ask for rewards?"

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

"Okay!" Han Mo giggled and said, "Interesting, interesting." He was about to 'touch' the silver when he suddenly remembered that he had just given all his money to the shopkeeper Han, so he said to Han Qing: "How much silver you have brought, give it to the shopkeeper." he!"

Han Qing was taken aback for a moment, but quickly 'touched' out a piece or two of silver and said, "Master, that's all." Put it into the beggar's bamboo hat.

The beggar didn't speak any more, just looked at the yin and 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 held his chin and said, "He is a man of integrity. I am afraid that he is in trouble if he is in such a state. Maybe a tael of silver can help him." But he was thinking in his heart whether he should take the beggar back In the mansion, after all, there are not many master horse trainers with such miraculous skills. It would be an excellent idea to bring them back to teach yourself how to practice horsemanship.

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

The onlookers quickly moved away, and the crowd that had been packed so tightly was now only a few people left.

There was a sneer at the corner of Han Mo's mouth, this Huang Bantou was the head of the guards of Donghai government office, he could be regarded as the confidant of Xiao Muzan, governor of Donghai County, and Xiao Muzan brought him here from Yanjing when he first took office.

Han Mo tugged at Han Qing's clothes, and the two of them walked behind the big tree and looked into the distance, only to see Bantou Huang, dressed in soap, leading three or four Yamen servants with killing sticks in their hands, walking towards this place leisurely. Come along.

Some kind-hearted people in the crowd whispered to the beggar: "Horse trainer, hurry up and ride away, you won't be able to leave if you want to go later."

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

The beggar packed up his things, and Huang Bantou had already led the people there, and several yamen servants immediately surrounded the beggar, giggling.

With a knife on his waist, Huang Bantou walked three steps and two steps, his eyes were fixed on the horse, full of greed.

After all, he is a person who has seen the world, and he can tell at a glance that this steed is an authentic Wei horse, and it is the top grade among Wei Guo's steeds. Its foot strength and speed are top-notch. 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 did you come from?" Huang Bantou glanced at the beggar and asked calmly.

The beggar was still like a rock, without the slightest expression on his face, and said indifferently: "Wei Guo!"

"I knew you were from Wei country!" Huang Bantou sneered: "The broken boots on your feet are only used by Wei people."

The boots on the beggar's feet are already very broken, but they are quite different from the boots of Yan Kingdom. Apart from being tall and deep, the most conspicuous thing is that there is an arc on the back of the boots, just like the moon. Some beauty.

Huang Bantou looked at the beggar again, and then continued to ask: "What are you doing in Donghai County?"

"Live!"

"Looking for a living?" Huang Bantou sneered and said, "Wei Guo can't survive?"

The beggar raised his head, the corners of his brows twitched slightly, and he said calmly, "My lord, have I violated any law of the Yan Kingdom?"

Holding the handle of the knife, Huang Bantou said coldly: "You are a man from Wei, dressed in rags, but you have such a high-quality horse, what do you want in my Donghai County? Hehe, it can't be Wei Guo Are you a spy? I heard that there is a yamen in Wei State called 'Black Flag'. The Black Banner tribes are spread all over the country, spying on other countries' intelligence and secretly destroying the order of other countries. I think you are the Black Banner tribe."

"I'm not!"

"No?" Huang Bantou was about to go forward to pull the horse: "You can't decide this, let's go, let's go to the yamen, don't you, you can talk to the governor."

Before he touched the rein, the steed suddenly snorted and neighed, and raised its front hooves, ready to step on Huang Ban's head.

Huang Bantou was taken aback. Fortunately, he still had some skills, so he rolled on the spot and avoided the fatal step of the steed. Even so, the ground was already muddy after a heavy rain. As soon as it was rolled, the whole clothes were immediately muddy, and it was so embarrassing.

"Damn it!" Huang Bantou became furious: "Brothers, hit this Wei country's 'spies' for me!"

Several yamen servants responded, and rushed towards the beggar without hesitation, swung the killing stick, and beat the beggar head and face, but the beggar was like a rock, and did not fight back, letting the killing stick hit like raindrops. On himself, with just a few sticks, the beggar's forehead was broken, and blood flowed down immediately.

"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 tolerant this kid is!"