Reject cannon fodder with the system [Rebirth]

Although the people in the racecourse were passive and sluggish, they didn't dare to neglect the newly appointed Master Dong Guo. The next day, they collected several materials that Jiang Ting needed to prepare the feed.

Most of the plants were collected from the village market a few miles away, and several rare plants rarely grow around here, and it was thanks to Shanwu that they could get all of them together.

Qingshan Temple, where Shanwu is located, is a well-known medicine temple. The Tibetan Medicine Pavilion in the temple houses all kinds of rare and rare herbs.Shan Wu grew up in the temple, but he knew nothing about medicine, he only learned exquisite boxing kung fu, and it was precisely because of this kung fu that he caused a catastrophe and was expelled from the sect.

It is said that although Shan Wu's master had severed the master-student relationship with him, he still gave him the few plants that Shan Wu asked for as a gift.

When Shan Wu went to the monastery to ask for help, she was often pointed out by fellow teachers and brothers, and when she came back, her eyes were still red.

After getting all the materials, Jiang Ting was unambiguous, and soon began to process these plants.As early as when everyone was searching for several materials, he memorized the recipe's processing method by heart, making it handy.

Dong Guoji took the initiative to fight for Jiang Ting, busy around him.Jiang Ting naturally knew that the other party wanted to learn this recipe, and he had no intention of hiding it. He planned to announce this recipe to all the grooms in the racecourse, provided that he could successfully prepare the same feed as the system.

"Jiang... is in charge," Shanwu walked into the house with a wooden barrel in her arms. Jiang Ting used to live in the house where patients were recuperating, so he moved all the materials and utensils into the firewood room.

Shanwu was already familiar with Jiang Ting, and would usually call Brother Jiang in private, but now that Dong Guoji was present, both of them had higher official positions than him, so he didn't dare to overstep, so he had to change the name of the steward sternly.

"The things you ordered are ready." Shan Wu put the barrel on the ground, and he ground all the berries collected yesterday into a paste.

Shanwu was the youngest and strongest in the racecourse, and some laborious and heavy work fell on his head.In order to quickly mash the basket of berries into a paste, Shanwu simply rolled up her sleeves, exposing her plump biceps on both arms.

Jiang Ting glanced enviously, and pouted to the side: "Leave it alone, it's hard work."

"It's okay, what else can I do to help?" Shanwu put the barrel on the ground, with sweat glistening on his arms, he didn't feel tired at all, and seemed to have endless energy.

Jiang Ting responded, and poured the ingredients mixed according to the proportion into the wooden bucket: "Help me to mix well."

"Okay." Shanwu found a wrist-thick wooden stick and turned it along the edge of the barrel to stir the ingredients in the barrel evenly.

"Is this enough?" Dong Guoji glanced around, and all the materials on the ground were used up.

"Well," Jiang Ting followed the recipe given by the system without missing a single step, "After the contents inside are well-proportioned, knead them into small balls and dry them in the sun."

Dong Guoji glanced at Jiang Ting suspiciously, and he watched from the sidelines for a long time. He spent so much time and energy in vain with ordinary materials and production methods, but he couldn't see anything strange in this feed at all.

"Since there is nothing else to do, I'll go to other things first, and you guys make these feeds as soon as possible." Dong Guoji was resentful, thinking that if the feed didn't work, Jiang Ting would be severely punished, the tone in his mouth Still soft and gentle.

"Congratulations, my lord," Jiang Ting and Shan Wu saluted Dong Guo Ji together.

After Dong Guoji walked out of the woodshed, Shan Wu relaxed and went to Jiang Ting's side: "Brother Jiang, can this feed really tame the fierce horses in the racecourse?"

"If Fang Zi did nothing wrong, it's okay."

When Jiang Ting tamed the black horse with feed, Shan Wu was not there, so he didn't see the miraculous scene.Although the dark horse was indeed a lot more docile after the incident, Shan Wu, who had not seen it with his own eyes, was always dubious about it. When he first came to the racecourse, he suffered a lot from fierce horses, and there were many wounds on his arms and legs. Given by the horses, such a violent horse can be tamed with a small grain of feed?

After everything in the wooden barrel was stirred evenly, Jiang Ting borrowed a big spoon from the kitchen next door, scooped up a ball of stuffing, put it in the palm of his hand, then clenched into a fist, and slowly exerted force to let the stuffing flow from the big Squeeze out the ring formed by the thumb and index finger to form a small ball shape.

He put the finished meatballs on the bamboo plaque beside them, and they were round and full and arranged in an orderly manner.Shan Wu watched Jiang Ting make several in a row, and imitated his method of kneading the balls, but the ones made couldn't really be called balls, and the appearance was really bad.

Jiang Ting smiled and helped Shanwu shape the strange-shaped dumplings into round shapes. The two quickly made a bamboo plaque full of fodder, and Shanwu moved the bamboo plaque to the open space outside the woodshed.The sun is quite bright today, and after about an hour, the feed can condense and form.

Looking at the fruits of his labor, Jiang Ting sighed, hoping to pass the test smoothly.

The two met Wang Shuang and Li Zhi who came to the kitchen to drink water in the aisle. Wang Shuang had been in the racecourse for some years. He was nearly forty years old, relying on his seniority and qualifications, he would often bully some newcomers.He saw that Jiang Ting was quite unhappy, so he didn't turn his head to pretend he didn't see it, but Li Zhi beside him was kinder, as soon as he saw Jiang Ting, he went up to him: "Guard Jiang."

"Hello, two big brothers, you can just call me Jiang Ting," Jiang Ting smiled politely, showing no airs of meddling.He has only come to the racecourse for a few days, and apart from Shanwu, Mu Nan, and Dong Guoji who live with him, he hasn't had much contact with other people.

"Is the steward's food ready?" Wang Shuang who was standing beside him interrupted suddenly.

"Well," Jiang Ting pointed to the bamboo plaque at the door of the firewood room, "it can be used after drying."

Wang Shuang made a contemptuous expression: "The little ones will wait and see," then turned to Li Zhi and said, "Didn't you just say you were thirsty?"

"Haha, I was so busy talking that I almost forgot that I came to the kitchen to beg for water, so let's go there first, Manager Jiang." Li Zhi saluted Jiang Ting.

"okay."

Turn left in the aisle, and you can see the stables in the center of the racecourse. Most of the strong horses in Lu Nanguo are kept inside.They are honest when they stay in the stables, but when a groom approaches, those fierce horses will become restless, let alone drive them.

Since half of the grooms in the racecourse were injured when they fell off their horses, the rest of the grooms no longer dared to try to ride a strong horse rashly.

When Jiang Ting first appeared in the stable, the dark horse in the herd noticed it.Horses have a very sensitive sense of smell, and rely on their sense of smell to identify companions, fodder, and their owners.

There was a neighing sound from the stable, Jiang Ting looked over there when he heard the sound, and asked the groom in charge of the stable to let the black horse out.

"So you still remember me," Jiang Ting stroked the shiny black mane on the horse's neck, "Does it have a name?" He asked the groom next to him.

"This batch of fierce horses have not been tamed before the steward arrived, so they have not been named for the time being."

"Can I name it?"

"This... steward can of course be named." Jiang Ting's position is higher than that of ordinary grooms. In the entire racecourse, except for Dong Guoji, they are the most stewards.

"You are black all over, without a trace of variegation, how about calling you Yanmo?"

The dark horse seemed to understand Jiang Ting's words, and proudly raised its neck. The more temperamental a horse is, the more loyal it is after identifying a master.

"Look at you, you're weak, can't you be full if you haven't eaten?!"

A series of curses came from behind, Jiang Ting turned his head and saw that Wang Shuang, who had gone to the kitchen to drink water, had returned to the stable and was sternly reprimanding Mu Nan.

"Even a few mangers can't be cleaned well. Didn't I tell you? Horses have a bad sense of taste and can't distinguish between bitter and sour tastes, so you have to clean the mangers diligently, otherwise the feed residue left in the mangers will be washed away." Putrefaction and acidification occur, and being eaten by horses will affect the physique."

Jiang Ting saw that although Wang Shuang reprimanded Mu Nan harshly, he was imparting his own experience to Mu Nan without reservation.

Mu Nan, who was timid and timid, lowered his head, and he didn't know how much he listened to.

Most of the mangers in the racecourse are made of stone, and the troughs are long and deep. When cleaning, you must reach into the grooves to scrub.

Mu Nan is small and thin, with arms as thick as a bush head. For him, cleaning such a huge manger is more labor-intensive than an adult.People squatted down to clean the groove, but he had to bend over, holding a big brush in his hand, and scrubbed the wall of the groove back and forth with great difficulty.

The surface of the stone used to make the manger is relatively rough, and there are always some fine forage dregs remaining in the uneven holes, which are difficult to clean.After brushing away the dregs in the tank, all the sewage accumulated at the bottom of the tank must be scooped out. If it cannot be scooped out, wipe it with a coarse cloth, otherwise it will contaminate the fresh forage fed with defects.

For Mu Nan, cleaning the manger is a particularly strenuous task, but Wang Shuang always asks him to be in charge of cleaning the manger.

Shanwu will help Mu Nan to work together in private.He is tall and strong, and cleaning the manger is not as laborious as Mu Nan's. Today, in order to help Jiang Ting make feed, he neglected Mu Nan's side, so Mu Nan was caught by Wang Shuang and reprimanded again.

Wang Shuang has been raising horses in the racecourse for a long time. He has rich experience and often teaches newcomers. The stewards respect him a lot, because the grooms he taught are all good at taming horses.However, Wang Shuang's temper was so bad that Li Yi, the former supervisor, never let him be in charge.

"Brother Wang," Jiang Ting stepped forward, with Yan Mo sticking tightly behind him.

Wang Shuang saw that the dark horse he could not tame was now obediently following Jiang Ting. His accumulated experience in raising horses for more than ten years was no match for a piece of fodder from unknown sources, and he couldn't help feeling even more angry.Seeing Jiang Ting approaching, he seemed to have something to say, so he snorted angrily.

"Munan, let me help you clean it together." Jiang Ting didn't look at Wang Shuang, he knelt down and said to Mu Nan, "I haven't cleaned the manger before, can you teach me?"

"Ah?" Mu Nan looked at Jiang Ting suspiciously.

"Is Guanshi Jiang joking? You want a layman to teach you how to clean a manger?" Wang Shuang said coldly.

"Before I came to the racecourse, I had never been in touch with the job of a groom. I didn't know anything about what a groom should do. Thanks to the appreciation of the national teacher and Lord Dongguo, I was able to get the position of steward. But, Jiang Ting I really can't do it..." Jiang Ting looked around, "I think Brother Wang is more suitable for the job than me, what do you think?"

Wang Shuang glared at Jiang Ting, not knowing what kind of plans this handsome young man had in mind.

The author has something to say: