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 a dozen 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 into the beggar's hat.

The beggar didn't say anything anymore, but just looked at Han Mo's Yin-Yang stick, 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 his heart was thinking whether to take the beggar back home. 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.

The crowd kindly shouted to the beggar, "Horse-training, please ride your horse quickly, I can't leave even if I 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.

Huang Ban carried a knife around his head and waist, walked three steps and swayed two steps, staring at the horse, full of greed.

After all, he was a person who had seen the world. He could tell at a glance that this horse was a genuine Wei horse, and it was the best of the Wei horse. His foot strength was of great strength. If he was sold at a low price, he could still be worth two or three hundred taels of silver. That was a big treasure.

"Where did you come from?" Huang Bantou glanced at the beggar and asked lightly.

The beggar was still like a rock, with no expression on his face, and he said lightly: "Wei State!"

"I knew you were from Wei!" Huang Bantou sneered: "The torn boots on your feet are only used to wearing them by Wei."

The boots worn by the beggar's feet are already very broken, but they are very different from those of Yan Kingdom. In addition to being tall and deep, the most conspicuous thing is that there is a curved curl behind the boots, just like the moon, and it looks quite beautiful.

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

"Make a living!"

"Make a living?" Huang Bantou sneered: "Wei State can't survive?"

The beggar raised his head, his eyebrows tightened slightly, and he said lightly: "Sir, have I violated the law of Yan State?"

Huang Bantou held the hilt of the knife and said coldly: "You are a native of Wei, dressed in tatters, but you have such a good horse. What do you mean in Donghai County? Hehe, can you be a spy from Wei? I heard that Wei has a yamen called "Black Flag". The Black Flag tribe is everywhere, inquiring about information from other countries and undermining the order of other countries. I think you are the Black Flag tribe."

"I'm not!"

"No?" Huang Bantou was about to go forward and pull the horse: "You have no choice but to leave. Let's go to the yamen with us. Are you right? You told the county magistrate to go."

Before he could touch the reins of the horse, the horse suddenly sniffed and a long neighed. He raised his front hooves and was about to step on the head of Huang Bantou.

Huang Bantou was surprised. Fortunately, he had some ability. He rolled on the spot and avoided the fatal step of the horse. Although this was the case, the ground was already muddy just after a heavy rain. As soon as he rolled on the spot, his whole clothes were suddenly covered in mud, and he was so embarrassed.

"Damn!" Huang Bantou was so angry: "Brothers, beat me up with this traitor from Wei!"

Several yamen responded, rushed towards the beggar without hesitation, swung the killing stick, and hit the beggar in a scattered manner. However, the beggar was like a rock, and did not fight back. He let the killing stick hit him like a raindrop. With only a few sticks, the beggar's forehead was broken and blood immediately flowed down.

"Young Master!" Han Qing clenched his fists and was about to rush over, but Han Mo pulled him and said softly: "Wait a minute, I want to see how tolerant this kid is!"
Chapter completed!