Chapter 235: Boss Mianmian’s Unique Horse Farm
There was wind. The wind was strong. There was sunlight. The sunlight was intense, too. Before her eyes lay a vast expanse of golden grassland.
In the middle of the grassland were silver patterns. Those were natural paintings formed by frozen water currents. They shimmered faintly under the sunlight.
In the distance, there were mountains and a grand canyon. This was exactly what the phrase “vast and boundless” was invented to describe. The scene before her eyes was simply too beautiful.
Mianmian was pleasantly surprised to have gained over two hundred “vehicles.”
When she came to see her new “car-cars” the next day, she was even more pleasantly surprised to discover that the horse farm, which she had assumed would be the size of a playground, was unexpectedly massive. She never imagined that a horse farm for over two hundred horses could be this large.
Jiang Feng stood to the side, watching his younger sister’s excitement. The corners of his mouth remained upturned, never once dropping.
“These are true steeds capable of going into battle; they cannot be kept in enclosures and must be free-ranged.
Our cavalry is weak precisely because raising this kind of horse can only be done in specific areas. To sustain a single horse, you need at least fifty mu of grassland. That’s why over two hundred horses require such a vast space.”
Jiang Mianmian had already seen it. The sight of fine steeds galloping across the grassland was just too beautiful.
The horses Father gave her were completely different from the ones she had bought herself, and the ones Wei Biao and Pang Ya had purchased. The horses she bought were equivalent to small sports cars.
The horses Pang Ya and Wei Biao bought were more like family cars. But the horses Father gifted her were more like battle chariots, tanks, or massive Jeep Hummers and Land Rovers. Hearing her Elder Brother say that a single one of these horses could sell for a thousand taels—awoo—they were all million-level luxury vehicles.
Thinking about it this way, she suddenly realized that she, too, was among the ranks of the top-tier second-generation rich.
She had assumed that she only received two hundred-plus horses because she was a little girl. But her Elder Brother said that in the entire country, there were only two hundred-plus of these warhorses.
Modern horses are all super expensive, exclusive to the powerful and wealthy. Ordinary middle-class people can’t even get close to them. Because you can’t raise horses well in cities, let alone herds of them, true quality horses are all raised in specific regions and then transported over.
In the past, she didn’t understand—horses are so expensive, can’t we use high technology? Looking at the grassland and terrain before her now, she realized that other places truly couldn’t compare.
Humidity, temperature, space, water sources, and terrain—every single one was indispensable. Lush grass, sweet springs, long mountains and great valleys, the wilderness, sunlight, wind, and rain; all of this provided the fundamental conditions for horses to gallop in herds.
Pang Ya and Wei Biao, who had ridden over on their “family-car” horses, were also shocked as they looked at the horse farm before them. The view was so open and majestic. Any petty, sordid thoughts in one’s chest would dissipate upon seeing such a scene.
It was just winter, and the wind was strong and a bit chilly—even under the blazing sun, it was cold. Her nose was a little red. From today on: Chop wood, feed the horses. Chop wood, feed the horses. Chop wood, feed the horses. The End (crossed out).
Mianmian saw the horse herders. They lived on the edge of the horse farm in portable tents. There couldn’t be too many people gathered on the horse farm; if there were too many traces of human activity, it would encroach upon the area of the grassland.
The horse herders wore very thick clothing and held whips in their hands. Their faces were very red, likely due to long years of exposure to wind and sun; it was as if there was a protective shell on their faces, hard as a mask. They raised horses. They sang songs. They were not good with words. Swinging their long whips, they sang heroically.
Besides the warhorses, there were also some flocks of sheep and mules on the horse farm. It was like planting a few bean sprouts along the ridges of a rice paddy.
Among the horse herders was a little boy. He wasn’t very old and looked a bit shy, with very beautiful, moist eyes.
When Mianmian looked at him, he would just giggle, showing his very white teeth. He rode his horse in front of Mianmian and even showed off his skills; because he had been born on horseback, he could even flip his body under the horse’s belly while riding. After the performance, the boy would shyly giggle again.
The boy was very good-looking. His skin wasn’t fair, but his nose bridge was high and straight, and his features were deep-set.
His eye sockets were deep, making him look like he was gazing at someone affectionately, but in reality, it was just because the wind on the grassland was strong; one needed to stare intently to see someone, causing the eyes to squint slightly.
Therefore, when you go to the grassland, don’t be infatuated by the handsome youths there. If he gazes at you affectionately, he hasn’t fallen in love with you; it’s just that the wind is too strong, and the sand has blinded his eyes. From a medical perspective, it might be a symptom of trachoma after repeated infections. The “trachoma boy” before her was especially good-looking, with his moist eyes.
Mianmian rode her newly bought little mini-horse and strolled slowly with her Elder Brother. She raced with her Elder Brother, galloping on horseback. She looked at the distant mountains, the sunset, the canyons, and the grassland. The wind was very real, and the cold was very real, too.
Jiang Feng knew his younger sister would like this horse farm. Actually, Father had initially said he was giving the horse farm to him. But he thought that his sister had liked unique things since she was young; compared to giving her gold, jewelry, jade, or pretty clothes, his sister would definitely prefer this. And sure enough.
Watching her laugh—sometimes heartily, sometimes incredulously, sometimes quirkily—in short, she must be very happy. Jiang Feng was very happy, too. There was no gloom in his heart because it was all healed and filled by his sister’s smiles.
Mianmian was indeed very happy. She carried a bucket of water, added her spiritual spring water, and then fed a mouthful to each horse, counting and recording them one by one. There were 236 horses in total.
Three of the horses had actually come back for more after drinking once, nearly causing her to count incorrectly and total them as 239. She patted every horse on the head. By the time she had patted over two hundred horses, her hand was sore. Sure enough, top-tier second-generation rich people don’t remember what cars they have because they have too many.
In the days that followed, whenever Mianmian had time, she would go to her horse farm to ride and play. It was just like someone who had just acquired many new cars; she could test-drive every single one.
By the time she was acquainted with every horse, Mianmian could already ride in the lead, taking a herd of horses to gallop across the wilderness. The beautiful scenery was breathtaking. Especially when a huge, glowing sunset hung before her as she ran, that kind of beauty was indescribable.
She also became familiar with the “trachoma boy.” His name was Kasar. He had foreign ancestry. Here, mixed-race children were not objects of envy; they were generally despised and called bastards. Because they were usually born under unfortunate circumstances. That was why Kasar didn’t go to town and had been on the horse farm since he was young. He had merged into one with the horses, and his appearance was also very wild.
It was rare for Mianmian to meet a boy of similar age. Every day, they rode horses, fed horses, galloped, blew in the wind, soaked up the sun, and conquered the world together.
They played from dawn until dusk. Running wild and free. Time slowly ticked forward just a little bit. Mianmian’s height also quietly grew just a tiny bit more.
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