Rise From the Humble

  Chapter 233 Owners of cars

   "Look at a piece of skin from a distance, and look at four hooves up close."

   After entering the yard, while tying the black horse, Zhu's father explained to Zhu Pingan how to choose a horse. Of course, Father Zhu had also heard about these things. The old Zhu family had never bought a horse for such a long time. However, it was obvious that Zhu's father had done his homework, at least this dark horse that killed Matt was still very strong.

Mother Chen went to the kitchen to prepare dinner after seeing the black horse. Father Zhu came back early today. After tying up the black horse, he fed the **** cow feed and water. This made the **** cow very proud. He mooed vigorously at the black horse, as if to show off.

  The black horse Shamate dismissed the **** bull's show off, flicked its ponytail, and circled around the pillars, which seemed to be quite rhythmic.

  After feeding the **** cattle, the blacksmith in the village came to Zhu’s house with a big box on his back. This was the horseshoe that Zhu’s father had made an appointment with when he was buying horses in the town.

   This black horse has just grown up and has not yet put on a horseshoe. Zhu's father thought that Zhu Ping'an was going to the capital to take the exam. On the way, he might have to cross mountains and ridges. Putting horseshoes on the black horse would be more suitable for the terrain. Whether it was a mountain road or a plain, with horseshoes, he could walk on flat ground.

  Horseshoes are used to protect the horseshoes. During battles, ancient war horses often injured their hooves by stepping on stones or iron nails placed locally. Once the horseshoes were injured, the horse almost lost the ability to run. In order to solve this problem, a smart and brilliant person in ancient times invented the object of horseshoe. Horseshoe, as the name suggests, is to wear an iron shoe for the horse. Of course, putting on horseshoes is not as simple as wearing shoes. It also requires a lot of craftsmanship. Most people really can't do it, and only blacksmiths can master it proficiently.

"I made this pair of saddles when I have nothing to do. It's a gift for Ping An Lang." The blacksmith took out a pair of saddles from the box, put them on the back of Shamat's black horse, and then demonstrated some How to fix the saddle.

   "Thank you, Uncle Sun, but my nephew can't let you waste your time." Zhu Pingan cupped his hands to express his gratitude, but he still wanted to give money.

   Father Zhu is also a real person. He also said that Tiejiang Sun should not be allowed to work in vain, and he had to give money.

   "If you have to give it, then my horseshoe will be nailed." Tiejiang Sun shook his head and repeatedly declined, insisting that he would not charge money for not shoeing the horseshoe.

   "How can I do that, I have to pay for the materials that should be paid." Zhu's father was helpless. Take a step back.

   After rejecting for a while, Tiejiang Sun agreed.

  Although the black horse killed Matt was a little bit arrogant, it still felt a bit spiritual. When Tiejiang Sun fixed the saddle for it. This guy just turned his head to look curiously, and didn't put his foot down.

  Although this dark horse has just grown up, it doesn't feel repulsive. It should be easy to ride.

  Blacksmith Sun’s box is like a doraemon’s pocket, filled with various tools, files, nails, and of course horseshoes. Zhu Pingan looked at the horseshoe curiously. The horseshoe has the same name as it looks like a horseshoe. There are seven holes on the horseshoe, three on the left side and four on the right side. These holes are used for nails to fix the horseshoe. of.

Putting on a horseshoe is both a technical job and a physical job. If the skill is not good, you can’t do it. If you do it mechanically, it will only damage the horse’s hoof. If you have little strength, you can’t do it. The horse is not like a human. It's no wonder it doesn't struggle hard to move its feet. So, if you don't have the strength, you can't do it. Tiejiang Sun was very strong, and with the help of Zhu's father, he finished the work before putting on the horseshoes. In fact, it was nothing but repairing the feet of Shamathei Ma, so that his hooves were suitable for putting on horseshoes.

  After repairing Shamate Heima's feet, Blacksmith Sun selected a few horseshoes and threw them into the burnt coal stove, letting the flames calcine the horseshoes.

  Shamat Dark Horse looked at all this curiously with its head outstretched. The horse's face was full of curiosity.

   This guy was born with a big heart. If it was any other horse, it would have already been kicked.

Tiesmith Sun was very proficient. He beat the horseshoe with a hammer for a while, and then heated it on the coals after it had a prototype. It burned red, and then pressed a seal on the horseshoe. Throwing the hot horseshoe into cold water on the ice, the horseshoe is suddenly cooled under high temperature, which can increase the toughness of the horseshoe and make the horseshoe more durable.

   After the horseshoe cooled down, Tiejiang Sun asked his father to help him pick up the horseshoe and put it on the solid frame, and then nailed the horseshoe with the nails according to the imprint just made. Of course, this is not simply nailed on, it needs to be nailed at a certain angle, which is strong and does not hurt the horse's hoof.

   In this way, all four horseshoes were nailed to the horseshoe, and you're done.

  The dark horse of Shamat stretched out its hooves and tapped the ground curiously. It seemed to be very comfortable. The four horses' hooves tapped the ground rhythmically, bouncing back and forth around the stake.

  The horse's face is raised high, and the parted horse hair on the head is fluttering in the wind

  A haughty and funny look.

  After sending Tiejiang Sun away, Father Zhu also fed some fodder sprinkled with salt water to Shamate's black horse, and the black horse ate happily.

   In other words, Shamat Dark Horse doesn’t feel strange at all, it’s as familiar as it is, and it seems to be used to this new home as soon as it enters the door. I have to say that this guy has a big heart.

  After the **** horse ate some fodder, Zhu's father looked after him, and Zhu Pingan tried to ride on the dark horse with stirrups.

   Uh, a little heavy.

  The Shamat black horse turned to look at the poor creature that could only walk on two hooves on its back, then lowered its head and continued to eat its forage.

   After dinner, his mother, Chen, made a saddle pad out of rabbit fur and coarse cloth overnight, so that Zhu Pingan would not have to sit on the cold saddle again in the cold weather.

  After making the cushion, mother Chen tied the cushion to the saddle with a strap, fixed it, and touched it with her hand. It was fluffy and warm. Satisfied, she put the saddle aside and asked Zhu Pingan to sit on it for a try.

   "It's so warm, thank you, Mom."

  Zhu Ping'an put the saddle on the stool, sat on it and tried it out. It was soft, comfortable and warm. He couldn't help thanking his mother Chen.

  In the following time, apart from reading books, practicing calligraphy, and writing stereotyped theory, Zhu Pingan also had one more routine, which was to take the dark horse Shamat to practice horseback riding on the gentle hillside below the school.

  Before practicing horseback riding, Zhu Pingan would get in touch with this proud dark horse whenever he had time, feed him feed, feed him water, and stroke his fur.

   I have to say that this guy has a big heart.

Every time Zhu Pingan turned over and rode on the black horse, the funny black horse always turned his head to look at it, and then sprinted away. When the black horse slacked its hoofs, Zhu Pingan was a little uncontrollable at first when he pulled the horse's reins Balanced, thanks to the saddle and stirrups it will not fall off.

Speaking of owning such a horse, in modern times, he can be regarded as a car owner, Zhu Pingan stiffly rode on the Shamate black horse and thought to himself, in modern times, he envies and hates the second generation who owns a car. In ancient times, my wish was fulfilled.

   "Hehehe Zhu Ping'an, you are like a stupid toad stuck to the horse's back."

   While Zhu Pingan was practicing horseback riding stiffly, he suddenly heard a lark-like sneer from behind.

  (end of this chapter)