Robbie was overjoyed by Li's words. "Of course, of course, a three-and-a-half-year-old Quarter horse. Look at its muscles, look at its teeth, and look at its hooves — it's definitely a good horse!"
Hans crossed his arms and asked curiously, "You're going to buy a horse again? What for? "
Li Du said, "I'm just interested, not buying. I'm thinking, since I'm going to give Tomasson a carriage, why don't I bring a horse as well?"
A Quarter horse was not expensive; a normal draft horse could be bought for only 500 dollars.
Most families could afford a Quarter horse, but no one would buy one. It was like how the Chinese treated cars: they could afford to buy one, but they couldn't afford to keep one.
Moreover, a horse needed enough space. It was difficult to keep a dog in a small yard, not to mention a large animal like a horse.
Li Du wanted to be a good person to the end, and further deepen his relationship with the Amish.
Hans said, "Alright, what can I say? You're such a generous b * stard. "
Li Du was more frugal with himself, but he was willing to spend money on his family, friends, and business.
Besides, his money came easily, and he didn't feel the pinch when spending it.
Hans asked, "Robbie, what do you want to trade this horse for?"
Robbie rolled his eyes and said, "How about your fire extinguisher?"
Hans sneered, "Do you think I'm stupid or something?"
Hearing this, Robbie immediately laughed. He patted Hans's shoulder and said, "I'm joking, baby, I'm joking. But other than the fire extinguisher, you don't have anything valuable."
Hans said unhappily, "We have so many good things in our camp, and you're saying we don't have anything valuable? Alright, let's go buy a horse — "
Without waiting for him to finish, Robbie quickly said, "Alright, I was wrong. You have a lot of valuable things in your camp. I saw some glassware there?"
"Yes."
Robbie spread his hands and said, "Then, how about a big horse for a bunch of useless glassware?"
Hans said, "Forget it, let's not talk about it, buddy. You're treating us like idiots."
Robbie cried out, feeling wronged, "Why do you say that? I didn't say we'll trade everything. I just want some. "
"How much?"
Robbie said, "One set will do for the part that can extract rose essential oil."
This price was more reasonable. They had obtained a lot of glassware, enough to assemble more than ten sets of essential oil extraction equipment.
Because of this, Hans had once said that they could extract rose essential oil.
Of course, simple equipment was easy to obtain, but matching refining techniques was very difficult.
Both parties shook hands and sealed the deal. Hans said, "You can take one set, and this horse belongs to us?"
"You can ride it now," Robbie said with a smile.
After being tamed, the Quarter Horse was very obedient. Hans inspected the horse and mounted it. He kicked the horse's abdomen with his heel and the horse began to trot.
After riding for a while, Li Du shouted, "Come back first. Go take a look at the carriage. That's the highlight."
The young man who owned the carriage was called Mond Conrad, a Caucasian gangster who traded old goods on the side.
Speaking of Conrad, Robbie was indignant. "That guy doesn't do his job, but he's lucky. He always gets something good."
Hans said lazily, "You think he doesn't do his job, but in fact, he has put in a lot of effort behind the scenes."
"Yes, I know," Robbie said. "He works hard to fight, flirt, go to jail, and get out," Robbie said.
Li Du said, "Then I can only say that God likes him."
Hans said, "How is that possible? My God doesn't like gangsters."
Li Du looked at him and said, "In my eyes, you guys are about the same."
About ten miles east from Hoffman, there was a small town.
The town was not big, with only about two hundred families. It was a standard American town. Conrad lived here.
Just as Robbie had said, there was a carriage in his yard.
The carriage was painted with a layer of black paint. When the sun shone on it, the oil gleamed and it looked very good.
Li Du went to the carriage to take a look. The shaft was solid, the frame was sturdy, and the wheels were made of old carriage tires.
As he was inspecting the carriage, the door was pushed open. A skinny white young man walked out and shouted, "Hey, hey, damn it, who let you touch my car?!"
Li Du was about to speak, but the young man shouted like he was singing a rap song, "Take your hand away, take it away, take it away, take it away, if you damage my car, I'll teach you a lesson! Little Plane, go, bite him, show him how fierce you are, go bite him! "
A golden retriever ran out, ran to Li Du, and stuck out its tongue to lick his hand.
The young man shouted angrily, "I said bite him, not lick him. Oh, you idiot, what are you doing? Do you like this guy? Are you going to leave with him? Then don't come back! "
Robbie stuck his head out of the car with a grin and said, "Jet, if your dog bites someone, I bet you'll pay for it."
The young man said carelessly, "I have money, I have money, and Little Plane got a rabies vaccine. I won't pay for it. You're dreaming if you want to get money from me."
The golden retriever continued to lick Li Du's hand, wagging its tail quickly like the wing of a helicopter. No wonder he was called Little Plane.
Robbie said, "You want to offend him? Don't blame me for not introducing you. This is the most famous treasure hunter in Flagstaff, Big Li. "
The young man was stunned. He walked over and asked, "The Sly China Li?"
Li Du said, "Someone used to call me that, but I don't think it's my nickname."
Hearing this, the young man warmed up and shook hands with him. "Hello, my name is Mond Conrad. I like China, long live the People's Republic of China! I like China culture, look … "
He took off his T-shirt, revealing a bunch of tattoos on his body. The tattoos on his left arm stretched from his shoulder to the back of his hand.
What Li Du found interesting was that there were two rows of China characters tattooed on his chest: White Hair Floating on Green Water, Red Palm Ripples Clear Waves.
Conrad pointed at his chest and said, "I embroidered Chinese culture on my body to express my love."
Li Du smiled bitterly. "Do you know the meaning of this poem?"
Conrad patted his chest and said, "Of course, buddy. Of course I know. That's how cranes are described, right? I also like immortal cranes, watch me … "
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
The golden retriever immediately pounced on Conrad. Conrad pecked at its head and chest, and the man and the dog started fighting in front of Li Du.
Then, Mr. Li was dumbfounded.
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