Chapter 561

The steward of jubaozhai hesitated. How many times can you see such a good horse in your life?

However, at the thought of the value of a hard-earned BMW of up to $50.6 million, he was frightened again, and his head shook like a rattle.

It's too expensive to buy.

"It's not that I don't want to buy it, but the price... It's too expensive. It's not cost-effective. It's not cost-effective."

When the head of the firm saw that he was so stingy, he despised him and laughed at him.

Even if some people have money, they are only local rich people at most. They have no lofty vision and insight, let alone consider the overall situation.

Five or six hundred thousand BMW is very expensive?

This price is really expensive, but what if these sweaty BMWs are excellent stallions?

Any horse farm that gets such a high-quality sweat BMW can breed countless high-quality war horses, and the value created in a few years will far exceed this price. The war horses in Northern Xinjiang are so popular, which is related to their unremitting efforts to improve their horse lineage.

With a large number of high-quality war horses, the combat effectiveness of Northern Xinjiang will be improved so rapidly.

Therefore, from the perspective of the head of the firm, the steward of jubaozhai is really short-sighted and can't be used much.

With this judgment, the head of the firm was more relieved of the steward of jubaozhai.

As soon as he was happy, he blurted out, "I think you really like good horses. I have several mixed blood BMW. Although they are not as pure as chalan country, they have been carefully cultivated for two generations. Their quality is extremely good. Do you want to see them? But I said in advance that if you want to buy one, you can only buy one. Those good horses are registered, and they are much less, so it's hard to explain."

The steward of jubaozhai trembled. Is this to smuggle him a fine horse?

It's natural to promise such a good thing!

Northern Xinjiang is vast and rich in high-quality horses. The imperial court pays close attention to each racecourse.

However, there are always people who take risks for their interests. Dabai, whom Liu she gave to Jiang Pengji, was smuggled out. It was originally intended to be presented to the king of the northern Xinjiang imperial court, but the officials at the bottom cut off the beard and Dabai smuggled and sold it. The horse they gave to the king was slightly inferior.

At present, the limelight is tight. Good horses can't be bought and sold indiscriminately. Horses that can be bought and sold privately are naturally fishy. For example, the owner of the horse farm secretly withheld the name of dystocia, death or premature death for the newly born foal, and privately raised them and sold them at a high price.

The steward of jubaozhai saw several horses in the mouth of the head of the firm. They were not old enough to see the style in the future.

He swallowed his saliva nervously and obsessively. Compared with the sweat BMW with thin head and neck, thin skin and slightly thin skin, the supervisor of jubaozhai liked the hybrid of sweat BMW and the local foal in Northern Xinjiang. It not only had the advantages of sweat BMW, such as great strength, fast speed and strong endurance, but also had the advantages of local foal, such as strong explosion, strong load, light pace and strong body shape, Which man doesn't like it?

The sweat BMW of chalan country is good everywhere, except that it is not very good, and the body is slightly thin.

However, after two generations of mixed blood, these horses with improved blood lineage are real God horses!

The head of the firm was very satisfied with the obsessed response of the steward of jubaozhai. He said in a slightly proud tone, "are you satisfied with what you see?"

The steward of jubaozhai nodded like pounding garlic and flattered, "I'm satisfied. I can't be more satisfied. I've never seen such a beautiful horse when I'm so big. I really want to thank you this time. Otherwise, I'm not lucky to witness the style of god horse."

The head of the firm was very satisfied. He said, "if you like, pick any one. We are also old friends, and we give you the best price."

The steward of jubaozhai didn't know much about horses, but he knew that if the more than a dozen horses in front of him were not good, they would not be so valued by the head of the firm.

Therefore, he doesn't have to worry about the quality of the horse. He just needs to choose the one that looks best.

Yes, he is a Yan Kong!

The color of these horses is very pure. Jubaozhai is in charge of a group of brown, brownish red, brown yellow and pure black horses. At a glance, he fell in love with the snow-white horse. There is no motley color all over his body. He is light and vigorous. He is a beauty in the horse!

"What a beautiful little girl. Just choose this one."

The steward of jubaozhai raised his hand and touched the horse's mane. The other party snorted, but there was no rejection. His temperament was very docile.

The head of the firm was strangely silent.

"This is a male horse."

Jubaozhai Steward: "...."

Male?

He was surprised and asked, "has this horse been gelled?"

The head of the firm said, "the horse hasn't been cut yet..."

What is gelding? To put it bluntly, it is castration.

Male war horses are gelled, which is the so-called "castrated horse". Such a male horse will be gentle and easy to tame, and there will be no hair, love and love period. After all, anything can happen on the battlefield. If the male horse has hair, love and love, who can tame it?

The horses used for riding are gelled. Each horse farm will leave the best male horses as stallions to cultivate good offspring.

The steward of jubaozhai looked more strange and couldn't help looking at the horse.

A male horse that hasn't been cut has such a good temper?

The other party seemed to grin and laugh at his ignorance.

The head of the firm didn't taboo saying, "this horse hasn't been gelled. Its temperament is uncertain and it's not easy to tame. Why don't you change it?"

The steward of jubaozhai shook his head and said, "the little one likes white. Here it's white. It's so beautiful. Choose it!"

Oh, you like it

The steward of jubaozhai took the big white horse away, and the money was directly deducted from the smuggled "Tiangong glass".

At the end of September, there was rain, and the dry land in the North was finally moistened by rain.

On the rainy day, Dianyin, a rough man, rushed to the government hall with a look of ecstasy.

"My Lord - my Lord - it's raining. God, it's raining at last!"

Jiang Pengji lifted her eyelids, put down her pen and ink, got up, picked up her cloak and put it on her body.

"When it rains, it rains. What are you surprised to do?"

Having said that, Jiang Pengji still smiled in her words.

Nowadays, in this era, we can eat by watching the weather. In the past, we could still use artificial rainfall, but now we can't.

Seeing the autumn harvest getting closer and closer, the weather showed no signs of improvement, and the dug canals gradually dried up. The people's hearts fluctuated. Jiang Pengji was worried about how to comfort the people, but she didn't want God to give face like this. The sky began to rain without warning.

First there was a gentle drizzle, and then it became a big bean rain, which fell crackling.

People in Fengyi county were ecstatic, and families moved out pots and pans to collect water.

Those farmers who were worried about the land were even more overjoyed. They shouted and rushed into the rain and laughed.

Jiang Pengji put on her coir raincoat and stood on the city wall, watching the carnival people under the city. She couldn't help but show a warm smile on her face.