Chapter 102 Morning Race

oh! oh! oh!

   "Damn it!" Jian Heng directly covered his ears with the quilt, and when he was sleepy, he heard the crowing of the rooster and became angry.

   It seems that today's chickens are still crowing very loudly.

oh! oh! oh!

   Just when Jian Heng was upset, he heard another **** crow.

  Suddenly, Jian Heng became angry, threw off the quilt and ran down from the bed, subconsciously took out a gun from the space and prepared to go out and shoot the crowing chicken.

But when he walked to the door, the coolness of his bare feet stepping on the wooden floor quickly calmed Jian Heng down, so he retracted the hand that had reached the doorknob, and at the same time threw the gun back into the secret space inside.

  When reason returned to him, Jian Heng lay back on the bed and tried to fall asleep again, how could he fall asleep?

  Lying on the bed, Jian Heng turned over and over many times, like an old farmer's pancake, turning over and falling over. In the end, I couldn't take it anymore, so I turned over and lifted the thin quilt, got out of bed and started to wash.

  After everything was done, after pulling the sheets and quilts, and tidying up the bed, Jian Heng walked out of his small dormitory.

  As soon as I opened the door, I found that the sky was already bright, not too bright, but the ridge in the east had already begun to show a touch of red. Looking around, the mountains and peaks were clearly displayed in front of me.

  As soon as the fresh air is inhaled into the lungs, with the aroma of the land, mixed with the fresh air of green trees and pastures, it seems to rush into the heart at once, and it can't help but make people feel refreshed.

   The little anger that was originally waking up seemed to be washed away by the fresh air of this attack.

After doing a few chest-expanding exercises, Jian Heng left the room and opened the door casually. Now Jian Heng has no idea whether to lock it or not. Anyway, all the really valuable things are placed in the secret space. They are all unimportant extraneous things.

   "Good morning, boss!"

  Huang Xiaodong and Zhao Wei had just walked out of their small dormitory at this time, and greeted Jian Heng with a smile.

   "Good morning, go cook?"

Huang Xiaodong nodded: "Yeah, the master left work yesterday, and this morning I ate porridge with preserved eggs and lean meat. I'm going to shred the pork and peel the eggs! He makes steamed buns, and we have big steamed stuffed buns with fresh meat to eat this morning." .

   "I didn't expect you to like big steamed stuffed buns with fresh meat, and you like to eat more when dinner is ready!" Jian Heng saw that both of them were in good spirits, so he joked with Huang Xiaodong.

  Montana doesn't have much of anything, except cattle and pigs.

  Zhao Wei interjected: "As long as it is stained with meat, why doesn't he like to eat it?!"

   "Haha, that's all right, go ahead!" Jian Heng said cheerfully, waved his hand at them, and signaled them to be busy with their work, while he was going to ride his horse and take the black beans for a walk.

  The three of them broke up directly in front of the dormitory. When Jian Heng came to the stable, Zhang Jialiang was now wearing one-piece leather pants and was shoveling horse manure with a plastic shovel in his hand.

Seeing Jian Heng approaching, Zhang Jialiang put down the work in hand, leaned on the **** pole in one hand, and put the other on his waist, and said to Jian Heng: "Boss, you got up a little late today, and the barley and wheat are here. It's been a while."

   "They're only a day early. By the way, are the cows ready?" Jian Heng came to the black bean's compartment and opened the door of the black bean's compartment.

  Zhang Jialiang kept talking: "I think the two sisters are a little weird today. They have been discussing something together all morning, and I feel like something is going to happen!"

  Zhang Jialiang has always wanted to pursue barley or wheat, but neither barley nor wheat has any interest in Zhang Jialiang, so this guy pays attention to the movements of the two sisters, but the two sisters don't like to talk to him too much.

  Jian Heng just listened, but didn’t take it to heart. Now he thinks about carp and diamonds every day. Even if he has the idea of ​​barley and wheat, he just thinks about it occasionally.

   "My God, why did you pull so much today!"

Before Zhang Jialiang continued talking about the two sisters, as soon as he opened the door, Jian Heng found that Heidou had pooped a lot yesterday, a whole pile, half more than usual, not only feces, but also Urine, good guy, the smell in the cubicle is called a rush.

  Even Heidou himself seemed to be unable to stay any longer, snorted as soon as the door opened, pushed Jian Heng away and walked outside.

  Zhang Jialiang heard the sound and took a look, and was immediately stunned: "My God, what did you eat black beans yesterday, you pulled so much!"

   "Okay, let's work hard!" Jian Heng was so overwhelmed by the smell that he couldn't stay for a moment, so he turned his head and left.

   "Boss, boss, find someone else to work, and do this every day. Before Christmas, I will be exhausted by shoveling manure." Zhang Jialiang felt like crying now.

Seeing that Jian Heng ignored him, Zhang Jialiang had no choice but to pick up the shovel and walked into the black bean compartment and began to shovel up the horse manure, muttering non-stop while shoveling: "God, is this eating grass? All the stables The horses in it don’t even smell as bad as black beans!”

If it was placed in the previous Jian Heng, he would have noticed that every time he used the space grass to feed the black beans, the horse manure pulled out by the black beans would always be smellier than usual, as if the dirty things in the body were excreted. of.

  Now Jian Heng doesn't care about this at all, one person and one horse escaped from the stables, came to the stables, and took the quarter horse he used to ride.

  The well-trained pastoral horses are put into the pen by Zhang Jialiang in the morning.

Black Dou is locked up because it doesn't let others get close. Zhang Jialiang is also hard to get close to the two race-level thoroughbred horses of Barley and Wheat. They don't keep Zhang Jialiang close, but both Barley and Wheat cherish My own horses are all taken care of by myself early in the morning, and they will not be left in the hands of others.

  Hold the Quarter horse he often rides out of the fence, lead it to the door of the dormitory, throw it on the saddle and buckle the girdle. Start your morning routine with a trot. Today, I was going to let go of the running, so for the sake of safety, I put a triangle belt on the horse's chest. After a final inspection, it was found that there was nothing wrong, so Jian Heng turned on the horse.

   After riding for no more than two steps, I found that the sisters Barley and Wheat were also trotting over from the door on the other side of the stable on horseback.

   "Hey, didn't you say that you came here quite early, why are you only walking the horse now?" Jian Heng reined in the horse, waited for the two sisters for a while, and opened his mouth to ask when they approached.

   Now that the face of the barley is wrapped, Jian Heng can't tell the difference between the barley and the wheat again, so at this time, the two sisters can only be distinguished from the horse.

  Barley rides a golden horse (also known as light chestnut) with a name of fire lily, which is the name of a flower, while wheat rides a blue horse with a name of mountain.

  When a blue horse grows up, it will become what we often call a white horse. When a white horse is a pony, it is generally not white, but blue. When it reaches a certain age, its blue hair will become white.

"We are not like you. After riding the horse, we throw it away and give it to Zhang to wash and brush. We have to brush the horse every morning, and we have to wash it by ourselves after riding." Mai said, reaching out to pat herself horse neck.

   And her horse snorted affectionately.

   "Your own horse should be taken care of by yourself. You are a cowboy and don't even understand this?" Damai smiled at Jian Heng.

   "Duh! Duh!"

Damai just finished speaking, and immediately felt that the horse under his crotch was a little uneasy. He took the rein lightly, and then turned around the horse, and saw that Heidou was looking at himself and his mount curiously. .

   Don’t even need to think about it, Damai understands that Jian Heng’s favorite little black horse must have just gone to smell his own horse’s ass.

Being sniffed by another stallion, although the name of the fire lily is very girly, it is the fault of the big wheat. As a stallion, he doesn't like this tone, just like a man with a normal orientation, seeing the other If a man came to grab his crotch, he would definitely try to hide.

   "You horse!" Damai looked at the black beans and shook his head involuntarily.

  It is true that Heidou is quite big, and he looks mighty, but this is a horse, not a human being, and his size alone can support half of the handsome character.

  A good horse is first of all able to run. Whether it is good at long distances or short distances, a horse must first be able to run, and Heidou's figure does not quite meet the requirements for a horse that can run.

   "It's fine if he likes it, and being a pet is also good!" Xiaomai said with a smile, and then challenged Jian Heng: "Go for a while?"

   After finishing speaking, he stretched out his finger to a big maple tree in the distance. This tree is very old, at least one or two hundred years old. It is not the first in the pasture, at least it can enter the top five. It was almost a few miles away from Jian Heng's current location, not to mention two rolling hills on the road.

(ps: In the future, the original two chapters will be changed to three chapters, and a chapter will be added at one o'clock in the middle. The big chapter is too tiring to write, and my eyes hurt! I hope you will understand. Anyway, there are no fraudulent chapters or three chapters, seven chapters a day. Thousand-character stones can still be guaranteed)

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