Chapter 238: Goodbye
The sunset in Yuezizhen was as large and red as coral.
The evening glow was full and vibrant, stretching for a thousand miles.
Tomorrow, the Jiang Family would be setting off.
Mianmian had named all her beloved luxury carriages. She was terrible at naming, so she used numbers.
Arabic numerals.
Serial numbers.
Starting from 001.
What if a horse were suddenly crushed by an overwhelming Earthquake, snap, and turned into a fossil?
It probably wouldn’t work; there wasn’t enough solidified resin or anything of the sort, and not enough time had passed.
But just in case.
If it were possible, and it was dug up later, would archaeologists go bald wondering if a horse with 007 written on it was an alien horse? Did horses need prep skin? Was it an ancient slaughterhouse?
In short, in history, anything is possible.
Mianmian bid a reluctant farewell to the little boy, Kasar.
The feelings of childhood were sincere and pure, like a steamed bun that could fill one’s stomach.
Kasar did not know who his father was.
His Mother had died.
Now he followed his aunt and uncle.
His aunt and uncle were horse breeders who had taken him in.
He was very well-behaved; he had grown up with horses since he was small and had never been anywhere else.
He was also very intelligent.
Genetically speaking, mixed-race children not only had an advantage in appearance, but their minds were actually also very sharp.
Kasar was just like that; although no one taught him, he seemed naturally intelligent and knew how to utilize his advantages.
Not only did he get his aunt and uncle to take him in.
He also gained the friendship of his little mistress.
Jiang Mianmian did not like classical literature, but she liked having others read it.
Before she left, she left a book for Kasar.
“You should learn to read first. Once you finish this book, go to town and ask a teacher for more. There is a Maple Leaf Library in town where you can borrow books. This is the library card I made for you. You can enter with this card, and it doesn’t cost anything.”
“Once you learn to read and study, you can write letters to me. I will also write to you when I get to the capital. You have to study so you can understand what I write.”
Someone who had received nine years of compulsory education could not bear to watch someone practicing writing on the grass with a stick, looking at you with wet, sandy eyes, filled with a longing for learning.
Ambition is always worthy of respect.
This time, Kasar truly shed tears.
It wasn’t the wind.
It wasn’t because he felt wronged.
It was because his nose felt sore.
Tears kept spilling from his eyes.
He couldn’t stop them.
He felt very reluctant to part.
At the horse farm, his uncle always called him a little bastard.
Others called him that too.
He knew everyone meant no harm.
It was just a habit.
When they ate meat and sang, they would share with him; they never let him go hungry.
They just treated him like a little stray dog they had picked up—taken in, given food, as long as he was alive, that was enough.
But Mianmian was not like that.
When Mianmian first met him, she asked him what his name was.
He said Kasar.
She said her name was Jiang Mianmian.
She actually exchanged names with him; no one had ever been that serious.
He thought she would be surprised, because no one else had a name like that.
They all had surnames and given names.
Kasar wasn’t actually a name, just a word of blessing. When his Mother gave birth to him, she was always muttering blessings.
His Mother didn’t give him a name, but because she was always saying “Kasar, Kasar,” he thought she was calling him. Every time he heard his Mother praying, he would smile and respond, thinking she was calling him.
Now Mianmian called him Kaka.
She thought his surname was Ka.
How could anyone have the surname Ka?
She made him a library card. She said “library card” and his “Ka” were the same character.
The library card wasn’t a card, but a piece of leather with the three characters for Kasar printed on it.
He had always said his name was Kasar.
But it was Mianmian who taught him how to learn those three characters.
Some people are like a spark.
Their arrival can ignite you and change your life of eating raw meat and drinking blood.
The next day.
Little Kasar rode his horse, watching his first friend in life depart.
He didn’t even have the chance to go up to her.
But that was alright.
The horse she was riding was the best one Kasar had taken care of.
Number 023.
Every horse had a number, and he remembered them all.
During this time, many of the horses seemed to have become pregnant.
His uncle said it was because of the name change of Yuezizhen.
Even the horses wanted to have a confinement period.
Goodbye.
Watching them leave in the morning light.
A hundred horses galloping.
Magnificent and mighty…
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