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The weapon workshop street wasn't very long. After all, it was located on the shore of the East Sea and seemed to be very far away from the war. At least, this wasn't the place where the war was concentrated. Therefore, the wealthy would rather spend more money to buy expensive items to add elegance to their culture. Ordinary people were more willing to buy more to add some security to their lives. There weren't many who actually bought weapons, so there weren't many weapon workshops.
The Yan Kingdom wasn't like the Wei Kingdom. The people of Wei received military training from a young age and were instilled with the idea that the Wei people were a superior race. The people there had a fanatical love for weapons and horses that other countries couldn't compare to.
At the end of this street, there was an empty space. Usually, it was a place where idlers would sit and chat. Under a few towering trees, there would always be a group of people sitting there. There were also some small peddlers who couldn't afford a shop front, so they squatted there and set up a stall to sell some things. Under normal circumstances, the yamen runners wouldn't care. They knew that they wouldn't be able to squeeze any money out of these peddlers.
When Han Qing brought Han Mo here, he saw that a large tree was already crowded with people. Three to four people formed a large circle and the neigh of a horse came from within. The horse's neigh was very loud and full of energy. Han Mo could tell that it was a good horse just by hearing the neigh.
The crowd of onlookers cheered from time to time. These cheers were clearly uncontrollable. This made Han Mo very puzzled, wondering what good show was waiting for him inside.
Han Qing used his good body that had been trained for more than ten years to easily open a path for Han Mo. When Han Mo squeezed in, he realized that there was a person performing horse riding skills in the crowd.
The fine horse's mane was dense, and its entire body was covered in glossy black fur. It was strong and tall, but the one who was lightly jumping up and down on its back was a skinny and small man. He was no more than twenty-three or twenty-four years old. His skin was dark and rough, as if he came from a poor family. At the very least, he was wearing clothes that only beggars in Eastsea City would wear. They were sloppy and tattered.
However, this sloppy beggar's equestrian skills really made people exclaim in amazement. The fine horse galloped back and forth, and under the beggar's control, it performed all kinds of super difficult movements. Some of the movements were almost unimaginable. He even hung his legs around the neck of the fine horse and stared at the horse, causing the surrounding people to burst into laughter, but they also couldn't help but applaud.
There weren't many people that Han Mo admired in his heart. Those who could earn his admiration definitely had unique attainments and abilities in a certain aspect. As for this little beggar who was performing horse-riding skills, Han Mo really felt some admiration for him as he clapped along with the crowd.
Just as the crowd was dazzled and pleasantly surprised, the little beggar suddenly reined in his horse and landed on the ground with a beautiful flip. Then, he cupped his hands toward the crowd.
Only then did Han Mo clearly see the beggar's face. His angular face was expressionless like a piece of rock. Even his pair of deep black eyes didn't have the slightest trace of emotion, giving off a cold feeling.
He originally thought that after this beggar cupped his hands, he would definitely ask for a reward. However, contrary to his expectations, this beggar seemed to be very clumsy with words. After cupping his hands, he turned around and picked up a bamboo hat from the ground. Then, he walked to the side of the crowd and looked at the guest in front of him with a wooden expression that carried a trace of expectation. He was hoping to receive a few coins as a reward.
In this day and age, everyone was willing to join in the fun, but when it came to paying, they couldn't wait to avoid it. As soon as the beggar picked up the bamboo hat, many people dispersed. When the beggar stretched out his bamboo hat to ask for a reward, everyone's excitement immediately died down. After all, the citizens of Eastern Sea City were far from wealthy. They couldn't even bear to part with their own food and clothing, so how could they be willing to reward others with money?
After circling around, the beggar only received a dozen or so copper coins.
"Trainer, how much are you selling this horse for?" A young master who looked somewhat rich said, "You name a price, I'll buy it."
The beggar still shook his head expressionlessly. He held the bamboo hat and circled around the remaining crowd before finally arriving in front of Han Mo and extending his bamboo hat.
His face was dark with a tinge of yellow and his body was very thin. He seemed to be malnourished. His forehead was slightly protruding and his appearance was very ordinary. He was the kind that wouldn't attract anyone's attention even if he was thrown into a crowd.
Han Mo asked with a smile, "You're a dignified man with plenty of skills. Don't you think it's shameful for you to perform on the streets and ask for a reward?"
The beggar raised his head and glanced at Han Mo. His voice was as cold as ice. "I work hard and earn money by myself. It's not shameful!"
"Good!" Han Mo giggled. "Interesting, interesting." He was about to touch the silver when he suddenly remembered that he had given all his money to Shopkeeper Han. Thus, he said to Han Qing, "How much silver did you bring? Give it all to him!"
Han Qing was stunned, but he quickly took out a tael of silver and said, "Young Master, that's all." He put it into the beggar's bamboo hat.
The beggar didn't say anything else. He only looked at the Yin Yang Staff in Han Mo's hand and his eyebrows twitched slightly. He turned and walked away.
"Young Master, why did you give him so much silver?" Han Qing asked in a low voice.
Han Mo stroked his chin and said, "He's a man with integrity. He's probably in trouble now that he's in this state. A tael of silver might be able to help him." In his heart, he was contemplating whether or not he should bring this beggar back to his residence. After all, it was rare to see such a master horse trainer. Bringing this beggar back to teach him equestrian skills would be an excellent idea.
Just as he was about to invite the beggar to sit in the restaurant, someone behind him shouted, "Head Guard Huang is here!"
The onlookers quickly got out of the way. There were only a few people left in the originally tightly packed crowd.
Han Mo's lips curled into a cold smile. Head Guard Huang was the head guard of the Eastern Sea Prefectural Office. He could be considered a trusted aide of the Eastern Sea Prefectural Governor, Xiao Muzan. He himself was brought over from Yanjing when Xiao Muzan took office.
Han Mo tugged at Han Qing's clothes. The two walked behind a big tree and looked into the distance. They saw Head Guard Huang in a black robe, leading three or four yamen runners with killing sticks in their hands. They were leisurely walking over.
A kind-hearted person in the crowd softly called out to the beggar, "Horse trainer, hurry up and leave. You won't be able to leave later."
The beggar was packing his things when he heard the call. He turned around and smiled at the person who reminded him. His originally cold face became much gentler because of this smile.
By the time the beggar was done packing, Head Guard Huang had already arrived with his men. Several yamen runners immediately surrounded the beggar, laughing mischievously.
Head Guard Huang had a saber at his waist. He walked three steps and swayed two steps. His eyes were fixed on the fine horse, full of greed.
After all, he was a man who had seen the world. He could tell at a glance that this fine horse was a genuine Wei horse. Moreover, it was of the highest quality among the Wei horses. Its speed and speed were top-notch. Even if it was sold cheaply in the horse market, it could still fetch two or three hundred taels of silver. It was a great treasure.
"Where are you from?" Head Guard Huang glanced at the beggar and asked indifferently.
The beggar was still like a rock. There was no expression on his face. He said indifferently, "Wei!"
"I knew you were from Wei!" Head Guard Huang sneered. "Only the Wei people are used to wearing those broken boots on your feet."
The boots on the beggar's feet were already very broken, but they were very different from the boots of the Yan Kingdom. In addition to being high and deep, the most conspicuous thing was that there was an arc at the back of the boots, just like the moon. It looked quite beautiful.
Head Guard Huang sized up the beggar again before continuing to ask, "What are you doing in Dong Hai County?"
"Making a living!"
"Making a living?" Head Guard Huang sneered. "Wei can't survive?"
The beggar raised his head and frowned slightly. He said indifferently, "Sir, did I break any laws of the Yan Kingdom?"
Head Guard Huang held the hilt of his saber and said coldly, "You're from Wei. You're dressed in rags, but you have such a good horse. What are you doing in my Dong Hai County? Hehe, don't tell me you're a spy from the Wei Kingdom? I heard that there's a yamen in the Wei Kingdom called Black Flag. The Black Flag Division spies on other countries and secretly destroys the order of other countries. I think you're a Black Flag Division member. "
"I'm not!"
"You're not?" Head Guard Huang stepped forward to pull the horse. "It's not up to you to decide. Come with us to the yamen. You can tell the County Governor whether you're a spy or not."
Before he touched the reins, the horse suddenly snorted and neighed. It raised its two front hooves and was about to stomp on Head Guard Huang.
Head Huang was startled, but fortunately, he still had some skill. He rolled on the ground to avoid the deadly stomp of the horse. Even so, the ground was already muddy due to the heavy rain. His clothes were suddenly stained with mud, making him look very miserable.
"Damn it!" Head Guard Huang flew into a rage out of humiliation. "Brothers, beat this Wei spy for me!"
Several yamen runners responded and rushed to the beggar without hesitation. They raised their Killing Mace and hit the beggar's face. The beggar was like a rock. He didn't fight back and let the Killing Mace hit him like raindrops. After a few hits, the beggar's forehead was broken and blood immediately flowed out.
"Young Master!" Han Qing clenched his fist and was about to rush over, but Han Mo pulled him back and whispered, "Wait a moment. I want to see how patient this kid is!"
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