This Akhal-Teke horse was very tall, with a chestnut-red coat, flowing mane, a thick tail, and well-developed hooves that clattered on the ground like pearls falling onto a jade plate. Its eyes were large, bright, and black, with long eyelashes that conveyed a sense of composure and intelligence.
Qiao Lian'er was tempted, but couldn't help but sigh: "Oh, horse, I really want to buy you, but your boss said you cost 150 taels, which I can't afford."
"I'll rent to you from now on. Don't worry, as long as you behave well, I'll feed you the best fodder."
The horse seemed to understand, raised its neck and neighed, flicked its tail, and felt even more energetic.
After Qiao Lian'er had been gone for a while, Old Mrs. Qiao couldn't help but slap her thigh.
"Oh dear, I forgot, Lian'er rented a horse, so she's supposed to drive it back. She doesn't know how to drive a horse, what if the horse goes berserk?"
Old Man Qiao was also very nervous when he heard this. The two elders quickly locked the courtyard gate. When they reached the village entrance, they saw Qiao Lian'er driving the carriage back. The speed was a bit slow and the movements were not very skilled, but the horse was clever and steady.
"Grandpa, Grandma, you should go home first. I'll practice a little longer," Qiao Lian'er said.
She's already figured out some of the tricks, so she'll practice more these next few days, since level two object types are about to be unlocked.
The two elders were still worried, so they waited by the roadside, watching Qiao Lian'er drive the carriage past Datian Village and then back again and again, becoming more and more skilled.
As the sun began to set, Qiao Lian'er looked at the two elderly people waiting for her in the afterglow, and her heart warmed; for some reason, her nose felt a little sore.
"Your grandma and I aren't worried that Lin'er won't drive well; it's just that none of us in the family have ever driven a horse-drawn carriage before, so we came to see what's so special about it," Old Man Qiao said with a smile, his face full of kindness.
Grandma Qiao also said, "Yes, Lian'er drives the carriage so well, he's getting better and better. Our Lian'er is really amazing. He learned it so quickly without any prior training."
"Grandpa and Grandma, get in the car, let's go home and cook."
Qiao Lian'er stopped the carriage.
The two elderly people helped themselves to the carriage by the door frame. Looking at the spacious interior, Grandma Qiao sighed, "Such fine horses and such a large carriage must have cost a lot of money."
“Sigh, let’s not think about these things now. Let’s build the house first. When we have money in the future, we’ll buy a big horse-drawn carriage so it’ll be convenient to go anywhere,” said Old Man Qiao.
When the Qiao family returned home after a long day's work, they found that there were many more things in their house.
The iron stove with three burners, a wok, two cooking pots, charcoal fire (made of fruitwood), and most conspicuously, a Ferghana horse and a large carriage.
Everyone was surprised, as if something had happened, but they didn't know it.
When asked, Grandma Qiao said, "We're going to make snacks at home. We've already got the documents from the market supervision bureau, and the stall has been booked. The carriage is rented from the horse market in town to make it easier to transport things."
"What kind of snacks are you making? What do we have at home that we can sell?" Old Qiao asked, puzzled.
The only things we can eat at home are the vegetables we grow in the fields, wheat, and rice. The food stalls on the street sell chestnuts, barbecue, grilled tofu, steamed buns, pancakes, and the like.
Are we going to buy ingredients to cook? Or wait for the wheat harvest, grind it into flour, and make buns and pancakes? It doesn't seem worthwhile at all; it's better to do manual labor.
In that case, we don't know when we'll recoup the costs we incurred today.
"You'll see when the time comes. If Lian'er says he can make money, then he can make money." Old Mrs. Qiao's trust in Qiao Lian'er had become a habit, and her tone was very confident.
It turned out to be Lian'er's idea. Everyone had thought it was unreliable just now, but suddenly they all became excited.
Lian'er must have come up with another way to make money.
After glancing at Qiao Lian'er cooking in the kitchen, Qiao Laosan secretly asked, "Mother, has Lian'er said what kind of work she's going to do?"
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