In the Tang dynasty, horses were not inferior to the carriages of the later generations. Five hundred injured horses crossed Chang 'an City and entered the Mo Mansion. It was like a huge rock being thrown into a pond, immediately creating waves after waves.
The debate on whether Mo Jiazi knew anything about horses was a hot topic in Chang 'an City.
"If you ask me, Mo Jiazi must have inherited the 'Classic of the Horse' from Bo Le. Otherwise, how could he write such a famous article like 'On the Horse'?" Someone supported Meton.
"Impossible. 'On the Horse' is obviously using horses to describe people. It's not a skill to identify horses. If Mo Jiazi had inherited the 'Classic of the Horse', how could he buy so many injured horses?" There were also people who did not believe that Meton knew anything about horses.
Since ancient times, only when there was controversy would there be a topic. The great article 'On the Horse' and the five hundred injured horses formed a huge contrast. It immediately became a hot topic in Chang 'an City.
Inside the Li Zheng Hall.
Li Shimin was speechless as he listened to Pande's report. He could not help but grumble, "When has this little catfish not caused an uproar in Chang 'an City? He won't give up!"
The five hundred injured horses and the great article 'On the Horse' caused a huge uproar. Naturally, it attracted the attention of the palace. Ever since Meton caused the hot-air balloon to cross Chang 'an City, Li Shimin had ordered that if Meton caused any big trouble, they must report it immediately. That was why the scene in the Li Zheng Hall today happened.
"Why are you so angry, Your Majesty? Let's not talk about the five hundred injured horses. Even this' On the Horse 'is a first-class article! " Empress Zhangsun was also well-read. Seeing such a stunning article like 'On the Horse', she was filled with joy. She could not help but put in a good word for Meton.
Li Shimin picked up the neatly copied article and read it carefully. He sneered, "Horses of a thousand miles are common, but Bo Le is rare. Don't tell me that Meton, this little catfish, thinks that he's a fine steed and is speaking up for himself? "
Empress Zhangsun glanced at Li Shimin and complimented him without leaving a trace, "If he is a fine horse, then wouldn't Your Majesty be Bo Le?"
"Hahaha!" Li Shimin was overjoyed. Indeed, ever since Meton had entered his line of sight, even though this brat was unruly, he had always helped clean up after Meton. Otherwise, with his identity as Mo Jiazi's little brother, he would have long been covered in wounds.
However, this kid, Meton, didn't let Li Shimin down. He repeatedly surprised Li Shimin.
"This time …" Li Shimin thought of the 500 wounded horses and couldn't help but feel warm in his heart. Li Shimin was the one who was most distressed about the wounded horses.
When the Tang Dynasty's soldiers went on an expedition to the Turks, the biggest loss was the war horses. After returning victorious from the long-distance raid, almost half of the Tang Dynasty's war horses were lost. If this kid, Meton, could solve the problem of the wounded horses, it would bring a lot of benefits to the Tang Dynasty!
Thinking of this, Li Shimin immediately ordered, "Pay close attention to this kid, Meton. See what tricks he is up to."
"Yes!" Pande took the order and left.
Not only Li Shimin, but almost everyone in Chang 'an was looking forward to Meton's news, especially the horse trade in Xi City. The problem of wounded horses had always been the horse trade's biggest headache. If Mo Jiazi could really solve it, it would be a great benefit.
The Wang Family's horse trade!
For Wang Zhe, it was indeed a big headache. He especially hoped that Mo Jiazi was bluffing. When the wounded horses died one by one, Meton's reputation would be completely ruined. However, he also hoped that Meton could solve the problem of the wounded horses and solve a big hidden problem for the Wang Family's horse trade.
After Meton left, Wang Zhe called the assistant in green who was about to sell the wounded horses.
"Young master, this is the contract signed by Mo Jiazi!" The assistant in green handed over the contract signed by Meton with trembling hands.
"Four strings of cash for one horse!" Wang Zhe looked at the low price and couldn't help but feel a heartache. If Mo Jiazi could really cure these wounded horses, the Wang Family's horse trade would probably become the biggest joke in Chang 'an City.
The Mo Mansion was very big! But after 500 wounded horses entered, it was immediately full.
"Young master, this is …?" Uncle Fu was also stunned when he saw the 500 wounded horses enter one after another.
"These are the horses of our Mo Family Village from now on." Meton looked at the courtyard full of horses and said proudly.
"Ah!" Uncle Fu was stunned.
Everyone in the Mo Mansion was speechless as they looked at the crazy young master. The courtyard full of wounded horses didn't seem reliable no matter how they looked at it. Although they blindly worshipped Meton, they were still skeptical for the time being.
Seeing Uncle Fu's questioning gaze, Xu Jie smiled bitterly. He felt uneasy. This was his first business in the Mo Family Village and he couldn't afford to lose it.
"Young master, he's here. Mo Wu is here!" Mo Er was the most active. He jumped into the Mo Mansion and shouted loudly.
"Mo Wu?"
Xu Jie looked at Mo Wu who was still wearing the Mo Hospital uniform. His heart calmed down. Could it be that the boss wanted to use the medical methods to cure these horses?
"Young master!" Mo Wu ran to Meton's side while panting.
"Where's Elder Hua? Didn't I ask you to invite Elder Hua over? "Meton looked behind and didn't see Elder Hua's figure. He couldn't help but ask.
Mo Wu smiled bitterly, "The moment ESNNU heard that it was a treatment for the horses, they sent me over. Mo Hospital still has a lot of patients waiting to be treated. How would ESNNU have the time to help treat the horses?"
"It's his loss if he doesn't come. Wait until I treat these horses, then I'll let Elder Hua come over himself!" Meton said confidently.
Mo Wu also smiled bitterly. One was his teacher, the other was his young master. It wasn't appropriate for him to stand on either side.
"Young master, I've brought the things you wanted." Mo Wu quickly took out a small jar of alcohol and a big jar of Golden Sore Medicine to change the topic.
Elder Hua's Golden Sore Medicine was very famous. It was very effective in stopping bleeding and forming scars. Meton asked for so much at once. No wonder Elder Hua didn't give Meton a good face.
"Young master! Even if Elder Hua's Golden Sore Medicine is effective, it won't be able to treat these horses' feet! "Mo Wu looked at the ghastly wounds on the horses' hooves and advised.
"Don't worry. Since young master is able to buy so many horses, then he naturally has the confidence to treat them!" Meton said mysteriously.
At this moment, Mo Si, whose body was full of muscles, ran over. A big bundle of iron wire and iron sheet was in his hands as if they were weightless.
"Young master, I've brought the things you wanted!" Mo Si put down the iron goods in his hands and said in a clear voice.
At this moment,
"Young master, the things you wanted!" Zi Yi, who was covering her nose with a look of disgust, also ran out from the residence. She put down a big bundle of needle and thread and ran out quickly to get some fresh air.
"Ah!"
Everyone exclaimed! If it was Golden Sore Medicine, they could still understand. However, iron wire, iron sheet, needle and thread were something they couldn't understand. No one could understand how these things could be used to treat horses.
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