Late Ming Dynasty: Conquering the world starting from riding and cutting

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"You wait here while I go get some food." Qin Hao never changed his eating habits. He stuffed a piece of pancake into his mouth, gave a few instructions, and left alone.

Slowly walking around the outside of Jinling City, I looked at this thousand-year-old ancient city. I walked and looked at it all the way, and I was filled with emotions: It is indeed the ancient capital of the Six Dynasties, one of the best in the world.

A ditch of spring water and half a city of flowers. Outside the city, there are Lin Palace and Buddhist temples, green tiles and red trees!

Just when he thought of this, a dirty little face suddenly appeared in front of him. He couldn't tell the difference between male and female. His hair was as fluffy as a chicken coop, but his eyes felt very special to Qin Hao. They were unusually bright, like those of a child. As agile as a deer.

Gulu! There was a soft sound.

This long-lost voice reminded Qin Hao of the time when he was so hungry that he subconsciously protected the pancakes in his hands.

Those bright and lively eyes were still looking dryly at the steaming pancakes in Qin Hao's hands, swallowing saliva. Looking at his small body, he was probably less than ten years old.

These are the refugees nearby!

"Want to eat?" Mr. Qin's heart softened.

The little beggar nodded vigorously.

"Are you sure you really want to eat it?"

The eldest son of Qin stretched out the half-eaten pancake and hesitated again. There were not even ten thousand but eight thousand refugees rushing into Jinling City. Are we too pitiful to come here?

He didn't want to cause any commotion, but before he could make up his mind to take the pancake back, a small hand quickly passed by, and the pancake disappeared.

"Hey, hey, hey! You're a little beggar, you dare to steal my pancakes, you're so brave."

Seeing that the little figure had already ducked into the shadow of the willow tree, Qin Hao smiled helplessly. He knew that she was very hungry, so he just said a few words and didn't really want to care.

After seeing the pancakes in her hand finished, Qin Hao was ready to go back to the stall. There were too many refugees outside the city, and he should not go too far alone.

"Why are you following me?" Qin Hao turned around and took only a dozen steps when he realized he was being followed.

Those smart eyes swayed in the sun, but they didn't make a sound. Qin Hao walked, he walked, but Qin Hao didn't walk. He also stopped his little feet and stood there, motionless.

Could it be that this little beggar mistakenly thought that he was a member of his family and was relying on him!

"Stop following, the pancakes are gone, and I'm not your father!"

The little beggar's thin body looked so thin and he was still silent.

"You're still following me!" Mr. Qin put on a fierce look, trying to scare him away.

What kind of words does it sound like to bring such a bottle of oil when you go back by yourself?

The little beggar took a few steps back in fright, but Qin Hao took a few steps and found that he was following him silently.

"You should just follow me, okay? Just follow me. When I get back, I will sell you to someone else to make soup. A boy like you is the most tender of all kinds." Qin Hao pretended to be a human being and thought To scare him away.

"You can't, you're a good person." The little beggar finally spoke out. He deliberately lowered his voice and made his voice thicker, but Qin Hao still noticed it, but didn't say anything more.

"I'm a good person? Who told you that I kill people without batting an eyelid?"

"You brat, you dare to sneak out of the city. You want to die, don't you?"

Before Qin Hao could finish speaking, a skinny, hunchbacked man in his forties or fifties walked out of the city gate and cursed the little beggar.

Then he came up and grabbed the little beggar, and slapped him on the face with two big slaps.

Two red marks immediately appeared on the little beggar's face, but he neither cried nor fussed, and endured it silently. He had long been accustomed to this.

But Qin Hao couldn't see through it. He hugged the little beggar angrily, kicked the middle-aged man over, and roared: "What are you doing!?"

"Oh, my old waist." The man was knocked down by Qin Hao's kick and rolled on the ground in pain.

His utterance attracted many pedestrians on the road to watch the fun.

In this spirit-deficient Ming Dynasty, the slightest disturbance can attract many people to watch. If you encounter a housewife who steals a man, it will be even more joyful. Half a month of bragging is indispensable.

"It's none of your business if I beat my own boy."

When the hunchbacked man saw someone coming, he became bolder. He stood up with support on his waist and pointed at Qin Hao.

At this time, Zhuge Xuan and others were also attracted, dispersed some of the pedestrians, walked straight to Qin Hao, and whispered in his ear: "Young Master, we are new here, so be careful."

Although the few people have a road guide and are not afraid of being investigated, Chen Hu has not returned yet, and they also carry knives. If they attract officials, it may not end well.

"To die"

Seeing more and more pedestrians gathering around him, Qin Hao also knew that there was nothing he could do and gently put the little beggar down, but the little beggar couldn't bear to leave. He clung to Qin Hao with tears streaming down his blue shirt.

Seeing this, the hunchbacked man picked up the little beggar and put him on his shoulders before leaving.

The group of people in front of him were obviously not good people. Everyone was equipped with a knife and they dared to hang out. They were either bandits or nobles. They seemed to be more noble people than he could afford to offend.

I thought it would be better to leave early, otherwise I would be unable to leave later.

"You wait a moment."

Seeing him about to leave, he shouted to stop him.

"Sir, what's wrong? The child is still waiting for us to come home for dinner."

He lost his previous arrogance and became submissive.

Qin Hao looked at his ugly appearance and couldn't help laughing. It's not easy for you to win over your mother-in-law. The little beggar has such smart eyes. He might not be your cub.

However, Qin Hao kept these words in his heart and did not say them out. He only asked Zhuge Xuan to take out a bunch of copper coins and stuff them into the man's hand.

"As a reward, go back and buy a set of clothes for the child to change. Also, don't hit him again in the future, remember."

Glancing at him, Qin Hao continued: "If I see you doing this again, watch your legs carefully."

"I know, I know, I won't fight, I won't fight, I will treat him well when I get back." The man was elated after receiving a few hundred pennies, and nodded in agreement.

"Let's go back."

Taking one last look at the little beggar, he saw him sobbing pitifully with tears streaming down his face, which made Qin Hao unbearable.

Looking at him like this, you can tell that life at home is difficult, but compared with those real homeless beggars, he is still much better, and he always has a home to return to.

I just hope that his father will be nice to him when he returns home for the sake of the reward!

"Sir, I don't think that child is a boy." After the person left, Zhao Chang said quietly at the side.

Hearing this, Qin Hao smiled. It couldn't be a boy or a girl. Besides, his father already said it was his boy. How could he be mistaken? What are you worrying about?

Just smile in your mouth and listen in your heart.

On the way back to the tea shed, Qin Hao kept thinking about this matter unconsciously. The more he thought about it, the more suspicious and uncomfortable he became. He always felt that something was wrong but could not find where the problem was.

"Not a boy? Not a boy? Those smart eyes really look like a girl, but"

After walking to the tea shed, Qin Hao finally understood, "The voice is a voice. She spoke with her voice suppressed." He hurriedly looked towards the city gate and saw that the hunchbacked man and the little beggar had long disappeared from the bustling crowd. .

It's her, not him! The little beggar turned out to be a girl.

That hunchbacked man was probably not her father. How could a father mistake the gender of his child? He was probably a kidnapper who specialized in kidnapping and selling children.

"Damn it, I wish I had figured it out earlier."

Qin Hao didn't expect that he would be deceived when he first arrived in Jinling City. He suddenly felt angry and slammed a hammer on the tea table, shaking the tea set in all directions.

"Masters, please don't let this kind of anger get bad for you. There are so many people selling their sons and daughters these days, and there are also a lot of crooks and kidnappers."

The shopkeeper came over with a smile and carried a teapot. He carefully arranged the tea set and refilled the tea while trying to persuade her.

Haven't you seen the group of refugees outside the city? If you want to sell yourself into slavery in the city, you haven't had the chance yet.

These days, the lives of untouchables are worthless!

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