Fields of Gold

Menopausal hunters, the craftsmanship of nitro fur is there, especially the old man, the skill in nitro is famous in both the village and the town. Zhu Junyang and two little ones have hunted so much fur, if not treated, the road back should stink.

As a result, he spent a few more days in an unnamed village, and on his way back, two more cars were loaded with furry carriages. On the way there, they encountered a passing business trip and saw these precious and tasteful furs and asked where they had been acquired.

Returning to the stable, the stadium's strict management came to greet the master and reported to him with excitement: "Master, the stadium's guards, while patrolling nearby, repeatedly encountered a flock of Mustangs headed by a white horse appearing nearby. Slaves do what you tell them to do and occasionally get some of the finest grass to where they often come from. The Mustangs seem to have a little more faith in our stables, and sometimes they meet the teams we set free, and they don't hide. One night, the white horse appeared in the stables and ate the beauty of the Black Cyclone! ”

Ever since Little Grass came to the stables, Red's cub's Black Cyclone rations have been prepared by her own hands, not only with balanced nutrition, but also with a high concentration of spirit stone liquid to help her transform her body. There are a lot of horses in the stables, but few of them are purely elite.

Those foreigners will only sell mediocre bad horses to Da-Ming. The odds of encountering a thousand Mile Goddess are about the same as falling pie in the sky! So it can only be artificially cultivated from existing horses. Of all the ponies available on the stables, Black Cyclone is the best and most promising. Little Grass intends to transform it and the five other ponies that she picks out as the focus, making them the hope of the stable.

Black Cyclone, this guy, is absolutely free in the stable, Yu Xiaograss lived in the small courtyard, the courtyard door was almost open to it, plus Yingchun especially liked it, every time he gave it with spiritual candy. So, little guys often don't go back to their own stables to rest, but rather rely on small yards.

Because it lives alone in a stable and nobody snatches food from it, the horse keeper who serves it will add some fine ingredients to the trough at night and sneak it back at night for the night. Who knows, for a few nights in a row, when the little guy slipped back from the small courtyard, he found his trough empty, very upset. Who stole its grass? Or did someone grab it for a late night?

The Black Cyclone runs to the Horseman in the middle of the night until it's a delicious snack. The horse keeper was messed up a few times by it. At first, he thought the little guy's meal was long enough, and the added grass wasn't enough for him to eat, so that's what happened. But several times in a row, after he repeatedly added the grass, the horse keeper felt wrong, waiting for the rabbit in the stables of the little guy in the middle of the night, found the scene of the white Mustang stealing food, in return to the strict management.

After listening to the report of the strict management, Zhu Junyang took a quiet look at the furry weed and ordered: “Forget it for now! How's the new stable coming along? ”

“The stables are finished and you can keep the horses in a few days! Master, the horse keeper you let the slave find is in place, and Zhang is being trained! ”

Old Zhang is the most experienced horse farmer in the stables. He was previously captured by outsiders to help raise horses for more than 20 years. He did not return to his hometown until, in recent years, the customs battles at the Da Ming border had been repeatedly high and many land losses had been recovered. I heard that the noble people of Jingzhong wanted to build a stable outside Guan. After receiving the news, Mao Sui recommended himself. He is now the head of the horse farmer, and has helped the strict management a lot.

“The new stables are packed and filled with fine ingredients every night, no one has to be sent to guard them...” Zhu Junyang said of the promises she had made to the white horses, so ordered.

Steady management took a moment to understand the master's intentions: “What do you mean… the new stables are specially prepared for Mustangs? ”

Zhu Junyang turned his head slightly and waved his hand to let strict management go out. The little maid with several maids has already sorted the fur. At this time, she has some fatigue on her face. At this time, her large eyes, which are always crystallized and flexible, are slightly disoriented and present a state of emptying.

Even though he went out hunting, after all, he went out to dine outside, floating outside for more than 20 days, which is a strong and strong man can't bear, not to mention this delicate and weak little girl? The little girl did give him another look these days. She is the only one of several people without kung fu, but neither rush nor go to the mountains, did not see her scream bitter and tired, spiritual and physical, beyond the scope of a weak little girl.

“Tired?” Zhu Junyang walked in front of the weed and bent over to touch the little girl's skinny face. He said softly, “If you're tired, go rest, don't hold on. ”

“Waiting for bath water...” Yu Xiaowei struck a sophisticated little arrears, squeezing two drops of crystalline water beads out of his large eyes. How can I sleep after a few days of driving around in the wind? Fortunately, all her maids were well conscious. Soon they burned the bath water and waited for the master to take a quick and painful hot bath.

After sleeping to the tip of the moon, the grass was woken up by a rebellious stomach. She ate the hot meal on the stove and climbed up to the independent stables of the Black Tornado.

A round of moon hanging high in the night sky, the whole stadium like a layer of silver cream, with little grass vision, walking on a trail in the night, has no effect. There was a "get it" chirp behind me, and I didn't have to look back to know it was the little guy from the Black Cyclone who followed me. When the weed is at home, the little one always likes to stick to her, even to rest, pick the closest place to the weed - in front of her maid's room. So as soon as Little Grass went out, the little guy spotted and followed.

Huh? The master went toward where he lived. Does the master know it's almost time for a late supper? The black whirlwind winks with soft big eyes, delighting infinitely. The grass the owner made for it, and the sweet sugar, are better than the breeder brought them. Yeah, it's a blessing! In the midst of a black whirlwind, the footsteps became lighter.

Wait, how do you smell like a strange horse? His stables are independent, and the little ones who live next to him are about his size, and he's already familiar with the smell. Where did this strange and powerful smell come from?

Black Tornado raised his big eyes full of confusion and looked in the direction of his stables. Far away, he found a tall figure of furry snow and white. He was looking into his head and sneaking his snack out of his exclusive slot!

An anger rushed over his head, he said, "How can it be that he hasn't had a snack for days?" I thought it was careless to raise a horse, I didn't expect it to be eaten by another horse!! The black whirlwind went out of its mind and rushed straight past, giving each other a warning and a lesson.

However, when he ran to the front of the house, he found himself three inches tall and didn't see enough in front of the house. WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

The leader of the white horse heard the sound of a black tornado rushing through his horseshoe and turned his head and looked at it: a fierce pony? A man can only reach the height of his legs. Courage is commendable. He stops at it and stares at it. He can't help but jump on it and bite it. Look at this little guy, he may have a chance to fight himself when he grows up, now... small body, short legs, stand aside!

The white horse leader didn't mean to hurt the little guy, he just gently squeezed the pony away with his head and continued to probe for perfumed horse food. It's been a long time since I last met that little human girl. It's delicious and improves the body's sugar blocks so that the white horse leader won't forget. It took a long time to get closer to the stables and test the bottom line of the people inside.

Seeing that neither the freelancers nor the patrollers meant to harass or expel them, the white horse leader wandered around the stables with his race, hoping to meet the little girl again. But it's doomed to disappointment, because the grass has left the stables to hunt for medicine in the deep mountains.

However, it is not entirely unproductive. The people at the stable, as if they knew they existed, put a lot of grass in the vicinity of the stable, which smelled just like the horse food the little human girl fed it. However, the taste is worse and the conversation is better than nothing.

What the white horse misses most is the spiritual candy. He wandered around the stables for a few days, and he found a little horse sprinkling on the grasslands with the same taste of sugar. Later, on a night when the wind was high, it followed that smell all the way to this stables, and found that it was the grass that it had missed, and it had to eat it all up.

The next day, it came almost every day and became a regular visitor to the stable. Today, it's no exception, but it didn't expect to be discovered by the owner of the stables - a little black horse. But does it matter? The white horse ate the horse's food with a large mouthful and glanced slightly at the angry pony.

The Black Cyclone made an angry howl, and although it was juvenile, it had an unmistakable momentum. Goddamn thief, in front of his master, stealing his snack night with all his face, don't you take it seriously? It opened its big mouth and rushed past to a tall, strong figure nearly twice as tall as itself, biting each other's calves, grinding its teeth hard: bite your fucking thief!!

The white horse, who was eating off, just felt itchy on his leg, with a few stings, couldn't help but bounce his leg. Little black cyclone by its inadvertent action, kicked a heel at the point, although not injured, grey face, hurt its face.