Divorce in middle age: starting with the manor system

Chapter 142 Chapter 140, Ning Qiangma appeared
"Brother-in-law, I can't walk anymore, let's take a rest!" Li Xiaoping slumped on the ground, panting heavily, sweating profusely.

"You boy, at such a young age, your physique is so bad?"

"Is it because of kidney deficiency?" Wu Qingfeng said speechlessly.

"Who has kidney deficiency?"

"What does this have to do with kidney deficiency?" Li Xiaoping retorted angrily.

After speaking, he quickly wiped his sweat with toilet paper. He is tired and thirsty now, and the heels of his feet seem to be worn out. Anyway, he doesn't want to move now.

Wu Qingfeng ignored Li Xiaoping, and he also sweated a little. Fortunately, the sun was not too strong and the road was not too far away, otherwise he would have been terrified, after all, he hadn't had a serious mountain road for many years.

Wu Qingfeng looked in front of him. At this moment, they were in a bamboo forest. The wind was blowing along the bamboos and blowing across his face, and it was refreshing with the fragrance of bamboo.

"Old Zhang, how far is it?" Wu Qingfeng looked at Zhang Jun, glanced at Li Xiaoping, and signaled that Li Xiaoping couldn't move anymore.

Compared with Wu Qingfeng and Li Xiaoping, Zhang Jun is nothing different.

Zhang Jun understood Li Xiaoping's appearance. After all, he was a rich second generation, and he was very good at walking two miles.

"Mr. Wu, just go through this bamboo forest, at most four to five hundred meters!" Zhang Jun laughed.

Wu Qingfeng nodded. If it was still far away, he was also afraid that he would not be able to bear it. After all, this was the first home to leave the Zhang family, and there were several more after that. Let alone Li Xiaoping, even he probably couldn't do it.

Mountain roads and peace roads are different. People who often walk on mountain roads will have different areas of stress on the soles of their feet and focus points when they walk on mountain roads. The consumption is several times that of people who often walk in the mountains.

It's like a goat that can soar between cliffs and move like walking on flat ground.

If you go with the whole sheep, it is estimated that in 3 minutes, there will be a pool of meat at the bottom of the rift!
"Get up, we'll be there soon!" Wu Qingfeng kicked Li Xiaoping who was sitting on the ground.

This guy is a hypocrite, he almost wiped out a pack of toilet paper.

"Let's take a break!" Li Xiaoping looked at Wu Qingfeng imploringly.

"Why don't you rest, we'll be there soon, rest here, there are no chairs or water, get up, let's go!" Wu Qingfeng immediately glared at Li Xiaoping.

Hearing this, Li Xiaoping slowly got up from the ground.

Passing through the bamboo forest, the three of them gradually heard the barking of dogs.

And, getting closer, it was clear they were coming.

At this time, Wu Qingfeng stopped suddenly and froze in place.

Because the system's notification sound is coming!

"Ding, owner, the system has detected Ning Qiangma, the position is 200 meters ahead, and the zero-time task is triggered: please buy Ning Qiangma from the owner.

Reward: A pair of meander horses! "

Wu Qingfeng was at a loss at the moment.

He thought about building a horse farm, but he couldn't become a fat man by eating a bite. He wanted to start with chickens, ducks, geese, and pigs, and then start with cattle and sheep and build a horse farm after the scale and industrial chain were established.

After all, large livestock such as cattle, sheep and horses are far more expensive than raising pigs, so at this stage, Wu Qingfeng is not going to touch these.

But now it's a blind cat meeting a dead mouse!
If he doesn't eat, the system is tempting him to eat too!

Not to mention, he had to eat it!
Ning Qiangma!
The only native horse breed in Qin, one of the six native horse breeds protected by national precious genetic resources.

Ningqiang horse is the original horse breed left by the ancient Qiang people from Qinghai nomads to the south of Qin during the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period.

"White clouds float in the blue sky, and horses run under the white clouds..." Riding a horse and raising the whip is the dream of many people.

But at the end of 1981, there were only 3301 Ningqiang horses in stock, and by the end of 2006, there were only 327 left. People exclaimed: Ningqiang horses are going away so fast.

Although Ningcheng in the Qin Dynasty has now established a protection base for Ning Qiangma, the number of Ning Qiangma is still in jeopardy.

Now, when Wu Qingfeng encountered such a precious horse, let alone the temptation of rewards in the system, even if it didn't, as a Qin native, he still had the responsibility to protect the rare breeds in the Qin region.

If everyone doesn't pay attention to it, in the future, maybe the next generation, or the next generation, will need to see these once-living lives in the encyclopedia of biological extinction.

Compared to the Hequ horse rewarded by the system, if it were not Ning Qiangma, he might prefer the Hequ horse.

Because the Hequ horse is taller than the Ningqiang horse, the Ningqiang horse is not a war horse, but a pack horse. Although it has strong endurance, it is small in size.

Compared with Ning Qiang horse, Hequ horse was a standard war horse breed that was hard to find in ancient times.

"What's the matter, brother-in-law, are you afraid of dogs?" Li Xiaoping asked, then looked at Wu Qingfeng with a smile.

Zhang Jun was also a little surprised.

Why did Wu Qingfeng stop suddenly.

"Get lost, hurry up!" After Wu Qingfeng realized it, he hit Li Xiaoping on the back of the head.

"It's not shameful to be afraid of dogs!" Li Xiaoping muttered.

Wu Qingfeng heard this, but ignored this kid. He is now full of thoughts of seeing Ning Qiangma soon.

The three of them walked not far, and saw the house through the gaps in the bamboo forest. It was a mud house, but it was very big, a bit like a courtyard.

There was an old couple followed by several dogs, and some dogs barked twice, and barked twice.

The old couple also saw Wu Qingfeng and the others, and they were sure someone was coming, so they hurriedly drove the dogs away!

"Uncle Zeng, Aunt Zeng!"

Zhang Jun shouted quickly, and Wu Qingfeng also smiled and looked at the two elderly people. They should be older than his parents, but they looked good.

"You are Zhang Jun, the son of Zhang Hongjiu, right?" the old man asked uncertainly.

"Yes, my father is Zhang Hongjiu!" Zhang Jun laughed.

"Oh, come on, come up and sit!"

Seeing that it was the son of an acquaintance, the old couple hurriedly poured tea from chairs.

"Uncle, aunt, stop busy!" Zhang Jun said with a smile.

"It's okay, you should be thirsty when you come up!" The old man looked at the impatient Li Xiaoping, he must be very thirsty, holding the teacup, because it was hot water, he kept blowing air and sipping water at the same time.

Wu Qingfeng glanced at Li Xiaoping speechlessly, and then looked into the yard. The old man was obviously weaving bamboo baskets before they came. In the huge yard, there were bamboos and repaired bamboo strips everywhere.

This is an old stripper!
The moon is the first to be close to the water, after all, it is surrounded by bamboo forests.

Seeing Wu Qingfeng scanning the bamboos in the yard, Zhang Jun smiled and said, "Uncle Zeng is an old bamboo craftsman. Come buy Uncle Zeng's!"

Wu Qingfeng nodded when he heard the words. His father is also a half-strip craftsman, and he can also weave dustpans and baskets.

Old bamboo craftsmen are rare now, because most of the various utensils on the market have been replaced by plastic and stainless steel.

"Who is this?" The old man looked at Wu Qingfeng in doubt when he heard Zhang Jun's words.

Although he may not know all the young people in this village, he has seen most of them and has a little impression, but he has no impression of Wu Qingfeng at all.

As for Li Xiaoping, not to mention, it would be nice for him to know the juniors who are a round behind.

Most of the juniors who are two rounds away have no memory in this village.

"Uncle Zeng, Wu Shixun from Wujiashan Village, do you know him?" Zhang Jun didn't speak directly, but said the name of Wu Qingfeng's father.

The old man is over 70.

The peers in neighboring villages may still know each other, but even if the younger generations have heard of it, they will forget it.

"Wu Shixun? Wu Qiye?"

"I know him, but I haven't seen him for several years. What's wrong with him?" The old man asked quickly.

When Wu Qingfeng heard the old man say his father's nickname Wu Qiye, he understood that the old man really knew his father.

(End of this chapter)