Five Hundred and Sixty-Six: Slaughtering the Northern Border (3)

The manager of Jubaozhai hesitated. How many times can he see such a top-quality horse in his life?

However, when he thought of the price of a sweat-blood horse of 500,000 or 600,000 guan, he was scared off again, shaking his head like a rattle.

This thing is too expensive, I can't afford it.

"It's not that I don't want to buy it, but the price... is too expensive. It's not worth buying it. It's really not worth buying it."

Seeing him so stingy, the head of the business despised him and laughed at the same time.

Even if some people have money, they are at most local rich people. They don't have any lofty vision and knowledge, and they don't consider the overall situation.

A sweat-blood horse worth 500,000 or 600,000 guan is expensive?

It is indeed expensive at this price, but what if these sweat-blood horses are excellent stallions?

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

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

Therefore, in the eyes of the head of the business, the manager of Jubaozhai is really short-sighted and useless.

With this judgment, the head of the business is more assured of the manager of Jubaozhai.

As soon as he was happy, he blurted out, "I see that you really like good horses. I have a few mixed-blood horses. Although they are not as pure as those of the Shalan Kingdom, they have been carefully bred for two generations and have very good quality. Do you want to take a look? But let me make it clear in advance that if you want to buy one, you can only buy one. Those good horses are registered, and there are much fewer, so it's hard to explain."

The manager of Jubaozhai trembled in his heart. Is this going to smuggle a good horse to him?

Such a good thing, of course, must be agreed!

The Northern Frontier is vast and rich in high-quality horses. The imperial court keeps a close eye on all the horse farms.

However, there are always people who take risks for the sake of profit. The Dabai horse that Liu She gave to Jiang Pengji was smuggled out. It was originally intended to be presented to the king of the Northern Frontier Imperial Court, but the officials below intercepted it and smuggled Dabai and sold it. The horse they gave to the king was slightly inferior.

Now the situation is tense, good horses cannot be bought and sold casually. Horses that can be bought and sold privately must have something fishy.

For example, the owner of the horse farm privately deducted money and reported a name such as dystocia or premature death for the newborn foals, and then raised them privately and sold them at a high price.

The manager of Jubaozhai looked at the several horses mentioned by the head of the business. They were not very old and could already see their future style.

He swallowed nervously and obsessively. Compared with the thin-headed, high-necked, thin-skinned and slightly lean Ferghana horses, the manager of Jubaozhai prefers the hybrids of Ferghana horses and the local horses in the northern border. They have the advantages of Ferghana horses, such as great strength, fast speed and strong endurance, and the advantages of local horses, such as strong burst, strong load-bearing capacity, light steps and strong body. Which man would not like them?

The Ferghana horses of Shalan Country are good in every way, except for one thing, which is that they are slightly lean.

However, after two generations of hybridization, these horses with improved bloodlines can be said to be truly divine horses!

The head of the business was very satisfied with the infatuated reaction of the manager of Jubaozhai. He said in a slightly proud tone, "Are you satisfied with what you see?"

The manager of Jubaozhai nodded like pounding garlic, flattering, "Satisfied, satisfied, couldn't be more satisfied. I have never seen such a handsome horse since I grew up. I really want to thank you this time, otherwise, I would not have the blessing to witness the style of a horse."

The head of the business was very satisfied. He said, "If you like, pick one at random. We are also old friends, and the price is the best discount for you."

The manager of Jubaozhai didn't know much about horses, but he knew that if the dozen horses in front of him were not good, they would not be valued so much by the head of the business.

So, he didn't have to worry about the quality of the horses, he just had to pick the best-looking one.

Yes, he is a face control!

The colors of these horses are very pure. Among a group of brown, brown-red, brown-yellow, and pure black horses, the manager of Jubaozhai fell in love with the snow-white horse at first sight. There was no trace of mixed colors on his body, his body was light, his steps were vigorous, and he was a beauty on the horse!

"What a pretty girl. I'll choose this one."

The manager of Jubaozhai raised his hand and touched the horse's mane. The horse snorted, but didn't reject it. It was very docile.

The head of the business was strangely silent for a moment.

"This is a male."

The manager of Jubaozhai: "..."

Male?

He was surprised and asked, "Is this horse castrated?"

The head of the business said, "This horse has not been castrated yet..."

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

Male war horses are all castrated, which is the so-called "castrated horse". Such male horses will be more docile, easy to tame, and will not have estrus. After all, anything can happen on the battlefield. If a male horse is in estrus, who can tame it?

The horses used for riding are all castrated. Each horse farm will keep the best quality male horses as stallions to cultivate excellent offspring.

The manager of Jubaozhai looked even weirder and couldn't help but look at the horse.

How can an uncastrated stallion have such a good temper?

The other party seemed to grin, mocking his lack of knowledge.

The head of the business said without hesitation, "This horse has not been castrated, its temperament is unpredictable, and it is not easy to tame. Why don't you change it?"

The manager of Jubaozhai shook his head and said, "I like white. It is the only white one here, and it looks so good. Choose it!"

Oh, as long as you like it...

The manager of Jubaozhai took the big white horse away, and the money was directly deducted from the smuggled "Heavenly Palace Glaze".

At the end of September, the sky rained, and the dry land in the north was finally moistened by rain.

On the day when it rained, Dian Yin, a rough man, rushed to the government office with a look of ecstasy.

"My Lord - My Lord - it's raining, God finally rained!"

Jiang Pengji raised her eyelids, put down the pen and ink in her hand, stood up, picked up the cloak beside her and put it on her body.

"It's raining, why are you so surprised?"

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

In this era, people depend on the sky for food. In the past, artificial rainfall could be made, but now it can't.

As the autumn harvest was getting closer, the weather showed no signs of improvement, and the digged canals gradually dried up, and the people's hearts were floating. Jiang Pengji was worrying about how to appease the people, but she didn't expect God to give her face like this, and the sky began to rain without any warning.

It started with a gentle drizzle, then turned into big raindrops, which fell with a crackling sound.

The people of Fengyi County were overjoyed, and every household brought out pots and pans to collect water.

The farmers who were worried about their fields were even more overjoyed, shouting and rushing into the rain, laughing loudly.

Jiang Pengji put on a straw raincoat and stood on the city wall, looking at the people reveling under the city, and couldn't help but smile warmly.