Chapter 611 9.34

Chapter 611 34

After a whole day of work, the six servants who were somewhat unfamiliar with each other quickly became familiar with each other.

Among all people, the stable master "Chenggeltu" had the heaviest work today.

In a noble manor, the most technically demanding job is first of all the architect. Secondly, it is the manor's horse trainer.

In the Byzantine Empire, all nobles have the habit of raising horses. Because horses are the most important means of transportation in this era.

What's more, if a sudden war breaks out in the country, the Duke summons all vassals to join the army, and horses will be one of the important guarantees for their safe return.

Other servants may have various defects.

But the stable master's craftsmanship must be excellent.

"Nicholson House" is notorious, and Tang Qianye, who has just arrived, has no way to sell to a skilled horse trainer who has been famous for a long time and has been certified by the nobles. He can only find the human trafficker Ma Feng.

Even in Ma Feng's hands, this shepherd "Chenggeltu" from the Avar Khanate is the servant with the highest price.

Before entering the manor, Mo Kui didn't know whether he was really capable or just a name, but after a day's work, he could basically confirm that Miss Li Xueyi had really dug up a treasure.

While helping Red cut wood, Cheng Geletu stayed up all night to clean the stables despite being tired.

This alone shows that he is indeed from the Avar Khanate.

The herders on the grassland can lose everything, but they must not lose their horses. Horses are their most loyal partners and the most valuable treasures.

A qualified herder will never allow horses to live in an abandoned stable where mosquitoes breed.

Not even for one night.

When night falls, Cheng Geletu collects dry weeds in the manor, pours medicine powder on them, and ignites them in the middle of the stable.

Once the semi-wet weeds are ignited, they will emit billowing smoke, and the rising smoke mixed with volatile medicine powder will penetrate into every log inside the stable.

This is a common method used by shepherds to repel insects. Although the billowing black smoke spraying out of the house looks scary, this method is extremely effective.

On the grassland, the sheep are most afraid of encountering groups of fleas or hungry mosquitoes and flies. If a sheep is not cleaned up in time, it will only take a few days to spread the disease to all the sheep.

The same is true for horse breeding. All the evil insects that may be lurking in the dark must be eliminated first, and then the horses can be allowed to enter the house.

The thick smoke continued to burn until midnight. When the sky turned pale again, Mo Kui found that the entire stable was almost smoked black.

Before dawn, Cheng Geletu had picked up a broom to sweep the smoke and dust attached to the wood.

If some of the wood had been smoked black, he would use a file to grind off the black skin. The whole process was completed skillfully by the red-faced man biting his pipe and humming the various tunes on the grassland.

For a whole day, he and Red walked into the forest to cut wood, and his arms seemed to have endless strength.

In the evening, he walked out of the manor and shouted to the green grassland in the distance. Not long after, several tall-legged military horses ran to his side from the mountains.

He pulled the horses into the stable, and then slept in a solitary wooden house outside the stable like all the stable masters.

This is the inherent habit of nomadic people. They can lose gold and silver and their relatives when making a living on the grassland, but they must not lose their hunting dogs and horses.

After the sun sets, the day's work is done.

Mo Kui lit the windproof lamp and patrolled the entire manor after nightfall, just like all the housekeepers in the large manor.

He first came to the periphery of the stable, and before he entered, he heard a loud sound of sharpening knives. After knocking gently on the door, a thick "please come in" came from the room.

Cheng Geletu had just entered the Byzantine Empire not long ago and only knew a few simple Latin words. Compared with Latin, his Chinese was pretty good.

This is because the Tang Dynasty in the East has been reducing the power of the vassal states for many years, and almost sold all the horses in the hands of the Avar Khan herdsmen.

The frequent arrival of the financiers has made everyone speak a few words of Chinese.

His voice is the same as the herdsmen in Mo Kui's impression, heavy, steady, and a little hoarse. After entering the room, Mo Kui saw that all the horses were standing quietly in place. The oats and soybeans piled up in the stable were the food for the horses, and they were emitting bursts of wheat fragrance at this time.

Although the smell of smoke has not completely dissipated, the stable is now much better than the weeds when it just entered.

He took out a bag of peanuts from his arms, and a few sesame candies made by the Tang chef and placed them by his window.

When Tang Qianye left, he left him sufficient funds, and he could spend them at will if conditions permitted.

Mo Kui cherished this hard-won job opportunity very much. Although they only worked together for one day, the pure memory of this grassland man had made him quite satisfied with this companion.

Bringing him some snacks to fill his stomach at night was also a recognition of him.

After entering the room, Mo Kui found that although this grassland man looked rough on the outside, he was actually a well-mannered person on the inside. The cabin next to the stable was cleaned up by him.

Although it was late at night, he still did not rest, and was holding a thick crescent guillotine to cut the oats and beans piled on the wood pile.

For the most skilled horse herders, they always prepare the food for the horses themselves.

The physical fitness, hair color and mental state of horses vary slightly every day. The nobles may only ride horses once every three to five days, but the herders on the grassland live on horseback most of the day.

They need their horses to maintain the best mental state at all times, so the food eaten by the horses is personally prepared.

"Haha, thank you, Mr. General Manager."

Peanuts and sesame candies are civilian food in the Byzantine Empire, but they are absolute luxury goods on the grassland. There is no food on the grassland, and any snacks with a hint of sweetness are only available during festivals.

On the first day of entering Nicholson's mansion, two large bags of candy were harvested, which was beyond Cheng Geletu's expectations.

Although he said thank you, he did not stop working. Mo Kui found that with every effort on his shoulders, the thick muscles in his arms would tremble regularly.

(This person's control over the knife has become a kind of muscle memory, so he can complete the knife movement without relying on force, simply relying on muscle reflex.)

(Generally speaking, only those old soldiers in the barracks who hold sabers every day and chop all their lives can make the sword become like a part of the body.)

(I wonder if this person has served in the cavalry camp of the Great Khan.)

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The Avar Khanate and the Turkic Khanate are two countries connecting the East-West Continental Bridge and the Slavic Icefield.

These two countries are different from both the West and the East.

They are different from the West because they believe in a mortal Khan who lived thousands of years ago.

This person did not condense the godhood like the five great fire kings or the Holy Lord Christ.

From birth to death, he was just an ordinary mortal emperor.

Belief in mortals cannot obtain the power of God's choice, but the Turkic herdsmen in the two kingdoms do not seem to care about this. They do not want to be like the group of crazy people in the Zoroastrianism who don't care about their lives and transform the flesh and blood of mortals into elements.

They also do not want to kill their own kind all their lives to please Odin like the Vikings.

They don't want to be imprisoned in the church and serve the Holy Lord Church all their lives.

The herdsmen who run on the grassland all their lives desire to pursue a free life like the breeze, and they are willing to be blind believers.

They embrace their mortal identity.

Almost every laborer sold by Ma Feng has some dirty secrets behind him. The same is true for Mo Kui and Ge Lin's family, so he didn't ask too much about Cheng Ge Le Tu's private affairs.

"Brother Cheng Ge, don't say that. I'm not a general manager. I'm just acting as the chief steward for a few days because he's not here these days."

"Don't work too late today. Compared with us, you have two jobs to do, and the tasks are particularly heavy."

"Haha, no!"

Cheng Ge Le Tu put down his saber and grinned.

"I have a house that can shelter me from the wind and rain, and I have enough food to eat every day. I can live a comfortable life and make money. There is such a good job in the world."

"If you don't work hard, it will be a bit unreasonable!"

"Haha, thank you very much, brother!" Mo Kui bowed with both hands. After the two continued to chat for a few words, he left the house and let the big man continue his work.

Not surprisingly, this big man should have a lot of secrets hidden in him.

If he wanted, it should be easy to find a job as a cavalry general manager, but someone with this ability was willing to come to the Byzantine Empire to be a servant.

Perhaps the secrets hidden in him are no less than those of our family.

After leaving the room, Mo Kui

Posted the talisman

Took out a mottled tortoise shell compass from his arms and slowly turned the layers of ring-mounted engraved pointers. Finally, he took out a charcoal pencil and wrote seven or eight spells on the wall outside the stable.

"I haven't drawn a seal formation in many years, and I don't know if I can still use it."

Forget it, let's try it out.