Chapter 235: Mr. Mian’s horse farm is unique
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There is wind.
The wind is strong.
There is sunshine.
The sunshine is also very strong.
What comes into view is a golden grassland.
There is a silver pattern in the middle of the grassland.
It is a natural painting formed by frozen water.
It flows faintly in the sunlight.
There are mountains and canyons in the distance.
The vastness is invented in this way.
The scene is so beautiful.
Mian Mian was very surprised to have more than 200 cars.
She came to see her new cars the next day, and then she was even more surprised to find that the horse farm she thought was just a playground.
She never expected that the horse farm with more than 200 horses would be so big.
Jiang Feng watched his sister excitedly, and the corners of his mouth kept rising, and they never came down.
"These are real treasures that can be used in wars. They cannot be kept in a pen, but can only be raised in the wild. Our cavalry is weak because we can only raise this kind of horses in specific places. It takes at least fifty acres of grassland to raise a horse, so more than two hundred horses require such a large area."
Jiang Mianmian has already seen it.
The horses galloping on the grassland are so beautiful.
The horses given by her father are completely different from her own horses and the horses bought by Wei Biao and Pang Ya.
The horses she bought are equivalent to sports cars.
The horses bought by Pang Ya and Wei Biao are almost family cars.
The horse that her father gave her is a bit like a chariot, a tank, or an oversized jeep, Hummer, Land Rover, etc. She heard her brother say that this horse can be sold for one thousand taels. Wow, they are all million-level luxury cars. When she
thought about it this way.
Suddenly I realized that she was also one of the top second-generation rich.
She thought that she was only given more than 200 horses because she was a little girl.
But my brother said that there were only more than 200 such war horses in the whole country.
Modern horses are super expensive and exclusive to the rich and powerful.
Ordinary middle-class people can't even afford them.
Because horses can't be raised well in cities, let alone a herd of horses, the real good horses are raised in specific areas and then transported.
I didn't understand before, horses are so expensive, can't high technology be used?
Now looking at the grassland and landforms in front of me, I find that they are indeed unattainable in other places.
Humidity, temperature, space, water source, and landforms are all indispensable.
Beautiful grass, sweet springs, long mountains and valleys, open fields, sunshine, wind and rain, all these provide the basic conditions for horses to gallop in groups.
Pang Ya and Wei Biao, who came here on their family horses, were also shocked to see the horse farm in front of them.
The view is so broad and majestic. The
fear in my chest will disappear when I see such a scene.
It's winter, the wind is strong, and it's a little cool. It's cool even under the scorching sun.
My nose is a little red.
Starting from today.
Chop wood and feed horses.
Chop wood and feed horses.
Chop wood and feed horses.
End (crossed out).
Mian Mian saw the horse breeders. They live next to the horse farm, in mobile tents.
There can't be too many people gathering on the horse farm. If there are too many traces of human activities, it will encroach on the area of the grassland.
The horse breeders were wearing thick clothes, holding whips in their hands, and their faces were very red. It was probably because of the long years of wind and sun exposure that their faces seemed to have a protective shell, as hard as a mask.
They raise horses.
Sing.
They are not good at speaking.
They wave long whips and sing heroically.
In addition to war horses, there are also some sheep and mules on the horse farm.
It was like planting some bean sprouts beside the ridges of rice fields.
There was also a little boy among the horse breeders. He was not very old and looked a little shy. His eyes were very cute with wet eyes. When Mianmian looked at him, he smiled foolishly, and his teeth were very white.
He rode a horse in front of Mianmian and showed off his skills. Because he was born on horseback, he could even flip his body under the horse's belly while riding a horse.
After the performance, the boy smiled shyly again.
The boy is very good-looking, his skin is not white, but he has a high nose bridge and deep facial features.
His eye sockets are very deep, and
he looks at people affectionately, but in fact it is just because the wind is strong on the grassland, and you need to stare at people seriously with your eyes slightly squinted. So when you go to the grassland, don't be mesmerized by the handsome boys on the grassland. He looks at you affectionately, but he is not in love with you. It's just that the wind is too strong and the sand is blinding his eyes.
From a medical point of view, it may be trachoma, a symptom of repeated infections.
The trachoma boy in front of him is particularly good-looking, with wet eyes.
Mianmian rode her newly bought mini pony and strolled slowly with her brother.
She competed with her brother and galloped on horseback.
Looking at the distant mountains, sunsets, canyons, and grasslands.
The wind is very real, and the cold is also real.
Jiang Feng knew that his sister would like this horse farm. In fact, his father said at the beginning that he would give the horse farm to him.
But he thought, his sister has liked different things since she was a child. Compared with gold, jewelry, jade, beautiful clothes, etc., his sister must like this more.
Sure enough.
Seeing her smile sometimes happy, sometimes incredible, sometimes strange, in short, she should be very happy.
Jiang Feng is also very happy.
There is no haze in his heart, because it is filled with the healing of his sister's smile.
Mianmian is indeed very happy.
She brought a bucket of water, added her own spiritual spring water, and then fed each horse a mouthful, and counted them one by one. There were 236 horses in total, and three of them drank once and came again. She almost made a mistake and counted 239 horses.
She touched the head of each horse.
After touching it more than 200 times, her hands were sore.
As expected, the top rich second generation can't remember what cars they have, because there are too many cars.
In the following days, Mianmian basically went to her own horse farm to ride horses whenever she had time.
It was like someone who had just bought a lot of new cars, and each one could be test-driven.
By the time she knew every horse, Mianmian could already ride a horse, leading the way, and running in the wilderness with a group of horses.
The scenery was amazing.
Especially when running ahead, with a huge sunset hanging in front of her eyes, the scenery was beyond words.
I also got acquainted with the boy with trachoma.
His name is Kasar. He
has foreign blood.
Here, mixed-race children are not envied, but generally despised and called bastards.
Because they are born with bad fates.
Kasar did not go to the town, and he was in the horse farm since he was a child.
He and the horses are one, and he looks very wild.
Mianmian rarely met a boy of similar age. Every day, they rode horses together, fed horses, ran, enjoyed the breeze, basked in the sun, and had a lot of fun.
They played from dawn to dusk.
They ran wildly.
Time slowly moved forward a little bit.
Mianmian also quietly grew a little taller.
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