The manager of the treasure house hesitated. How many times could he see a horse of such high quality in his life?
However, when he thought of the value of a Ferghana horse as high as five to six hundred thousand strings of coins, he was scared off and shook his head like a rattle drum.
This thing was too expensive, he couldn't afford it.
"It's not that I don't want to buy it, it's just that the price … is really too expensive. It's not worth it, it's really not worth it."
Seeing that he was so stingy, the head of the commercial firm despised him and laughed at the same time.
Even if some people had money, they were at most just local tycoons. They didn't have great foresight and insight, and they didn't consider the big picture.
Was a Ferghana horse worth five to six hundred thousand strings of coins expensive?
This price was indeed very expensive, but what if these Ferghana horses were excellent stallions?
Any horse farm that got such a high-quality Ferghana horse could breed countless high-quality warhorses, and the value created in a few years would far exceed this price. The warhorses of the northern borderline were so sought after because of their persistent efforts to improve the horse's bloodline.
With a large number of high-quality warhorses, the combat power of the northern borderline could improve so quickly.
Therefore, in the eyes of the head of the commercial firm, the manager of the treasure house was really short-sighted and useless.
With this judgment, the head of the commercial firm was more at ease with the manager of the treasure house.
He was happy and blurted out, "I think you really like good horses. I have a few mixed-blood Ferghana horses. Although they aren't as pure-blooded as Shalan, they've been carefully cultivated for two generations. They're of extremely good quality. Do you want to take a look? But I'll say this in advance. If you want to buy them, you can only buy one. Those good horses are all registered. If there are too few, it'll be hard to explain. "
The manager of the treasure house's heart trembled. Was he going to smuggle a fine horse to him?
Of course, he had to agree to such a good thing!
The northern borderline was vast and rich in high-quality horses. The imperial court kept a close eye on each horse farm.
However, there would always be people who would take risks for the sake of profit. The horse that Liu She gave to Jiang Pengji was smuggled out. It was originally meant to be presented to the King of the Northern Borderline, but the officials under him intercepted it and sold it. The horse that they gave to the King was slightly inferior.
Now that the situation was tense, good horses could not be bought and sold carelessly. Horses that could be bought and sold privately naturally had some tricks up their sleeves. For example, the owner of the horse farm would privately embezzle the money and report that the newborn foals had died from dystocia or had died prematurely. Then, he would raise them in private and sell them at a high price.
The manager of the treasure house looked at the few fine horses that the head of the trading company was talking about. They were not very old, but one could already see their future glory.
He swallowed nervously and obsessively. Compared to the Ferghana Horses, which had a thin head, a high neck, thin skin, fine hair, and appeared lean, the manager of the Treasure House preferred the hybrid of the Ferghana Horses and the local horses of the Northern Borderline. It not only had the advantages of the Ferghana Horses, such as great strength, speed, and endurance, but it also had the advantages of the local horses, such as strong explosive power, strong weight bearing, light footsteps, and strong physique. Which man wouldn't like it?
The Ferghana Horses of Shalan were good in every way except for one thing, which was that they were slightly lean.
However, after two generations of hybridization, the horses in front of him that had improved their bloodlines could be said to be real godly horses!
The head of the trading company was very satisfied with the obsessive reaction of the manager of the treasure house. He said in a slightly proud tone, "Are you satisfied with what you see?"
The manager of the treasure house nodded like pounding garlic and said obsequiously, "I'm satisfied, I can't be more satisfied. I've never seen such a handsome horse in my life. I really have to thank you this time. Otherwise, I wouldn't have the luck to see such a magnificent horse. "
The head of the trading company was very satisfied. He said, "If you like it, you can pick any one. We're old friends, so I'll give you the best price. "
The manager of the treasure house didn't know much about horses, but he knew that if the dozen or so horses in front of him were not good, the head of the trading company wouldn't have valued them so much.
Therefore, he didn't have to worry about the quality of the fine horses. He only needed to pick the best-looking one.
Yes, he was a beauty lover!
The color of these fine horses was very pure. Among a group of brown, brownish-red, brownish-yellow, and pure black horses, the manager of the treasure house saw the snow-white horse at first glance. There was not a trace of other colors on its body, and it had a light body and vigorous gait. It was a beauty among horses!
"What a beautiful little girl. I'll choose this one."
The manager of the treasure house raised his hand and touched the mane of the horse. The horse snorted but didn't reject it. Its temperament was very docile.
The head of the trading company was strangely silent for a moment.
"This is a male."
The manager of the treasure house: "…"
A male?
He was surprised and asked, "Has this horse been gelded?"
The head of the trading company said, "This horse hasn't been gelded yet …"
What was gelding? To put it bluntly, it was castration.
Male warhorses were all castrated. They were the so-called "geldings". These male horses were more docile and easy to tame. They also wouldn't go into estrus. After all, anything could happen on the battlefield. If a male horse went into estrus, who would be able to tame it?
The horses used for riding were all gelded. Each horse farm would keep the best quality male horses as stud horses to breed excellent offspring.
The expression of the manager of the treasure house became even more strange. He couldn't help but look at the horse.
A gelding that hadn't been gelded could have such a good temper?
The other party seemed to grin and laugh at his lack of knowledge.
The head of the trading company said without hesitation, "This horse hasn't been gelded. Its temperament is volatile and it's not easy to tame. Do you want to change to another one?"
The manager of the treasure house shook his head and said, "I like the color white. It's the only one here that's white, and it's so beautiful. I'll choose it!"
Oh, as long as you like it …
The manager of the treasure house left with the big white horse. The money was directly deducted from the smuggled "Colored Glass of the Heavenly Palace."
At the end of September, the sky rained. The dry land in the north finally had rain to moisten it.
On the day it rained, Dian Yan, the rough man, rushed to the government office with a face full of ecstasy to report the good news.
"My lord … my lord … it's raining. It's finally raining!"
Jiang Pengji raised her eyelids and put down the brush and ink in her hand. She got up and picked up the cloak beside her to put it on.
"It's raining. Why are you so surprised?"
Even so, Jiang Pengji's words still carried a faint smile.
In this era, the Heavens depended on what people ate. In the past, artificial rain could still be made, but now it couldn't.
The autumn harvest was getting closer and closer, but the weather showed no signs of improving. The dug canals were gradually drying up. The people's hearts were wavering. Jiang Pengji was worried about how to appease the people, but she didn't expect the Heavens to give her face. It started to rain without warning.
At first, it was drizzling. Then it became raindrops the size of beans, falling with a pitter patter.
The people of Fengyi County were ecstatic. Every household took out their pots and pans to collect the water.
The farmers who were worried about their fields were overjoyed. They shouted and rushed into the rain, laughing loudly.
You've already exceeded your reading limit for today. If you want to read more, please log in.
Login
Select text and click 'Report' to let us know about any bad translation.
