Dragon blood bodyguard of the beauty president

Chapter 1918 The business of raising horses

The imperial palace faces south from the north, and in the north there is a large grassland with abundant water and grass, which is called "Beiyuan Horse Farm".

There are abundant aquatic plants and elixir everywhere.

A place dedicated to raising horses for the emperor.

Although the profession of raising horses sounds a little low, its status is not low at all.

Regardless of the breeding of royal horses, this place is also responsible for raising the horses of the Imperial Guards of Jiutian City.

All the war horses in the army are fed here.

In case of war, the soldier-carrying talisman mobilizes war horses from here.

After Long Fei arrived here, he lived with the low-level grooms.

Here is the same as the military camp, the houses are neatly built, and each has a different compound.

Inside the compound, there are two parts.

The front yard is the main hall for doing business, and the back yard is where everyone lives.

One person has one single room, although it is not a magnificent house, but it is also built with bricks and tiles, which is not bad.

Long Fei retreated inside for three days to stabilize his cultivation.

I don't know anything about the outside world.

This place is remote and the news is blocked.

The grooms are engaged in the most humble work of raising horses, and they don't know anything about these rumors in the capital.

They were just a little curious about the new groom, and they didn't see him behind closed doors for three days.

Everyone wanted to get close to him, but there was no chance at all.

Long Fei came out of the retreat, stood outside the gate and took a long breath.

This place has a wide view, beautiful mountains and rivers, and boundless green fields as far as the eye can see. It is a rare place for leisure.

The grooms had just returned from feeding the horses. When they saw him, they all looked at each other and rushed to pay respects.

Long Fei clasped his fists in return, greeted them, and said with a light smile, "Good morning!"

A group of grooms bowed their heads. Seeing that the new boss had no airs, they relaxed a lot for a while, and they all clasped their fists and said good morning.

There was an elderly groom who looked more slippery, and flatteringly said to Long Fei, "My lord, you just came here and you're not familiar with it yet. Would you like me to accompany you around for a while?"

Long Fei originally came here to hide from Jing Jing.

They come, the security.

To be the head groom, one must look like a head groom.

He nodded and smiled, "Then turn around."

"okay!"

The old groom nodded and bowed, let someone take the thing in his hand, and beckoned Long Fei to wander around here.

The racecourse is huge and has many departments.

The old groom's surname is Ma, and he is destined to follow the racecourse.

He told Long Feidao, "My lord, it's not a good thing that our imperial horse monitors, but it's the most important department in Jiutian City. Do you know who the supervisor of this imperial horse prison is?"

"Who?"

Long Fei really didn't know about this.

The old horse said, "It is the leader of our imperial guards, the third son of Lord Li Daoxun, Li Yuanqing. We are directly dispatched by the emperor and share the military handle with the Ministry of War. It seems to be a job of raising horses, but we also need to manage the pastures and Huangzhuang. Stores related to the royal family manage finances with the household department, so it can be said that they are the 'housekeepers' of the palace!"

"so smart?"

Although Long Fei couldn't understand it, he felt that it should be very powerful to be able to get involved with the Ministry of War and the Ministry of Households.

The old horse proudly said, "So, my lord. Don't give up on yourself. Although we don't know how you got here, but seeing you locked yourself in the house these days, you must be thinking about giving up on yourself? You don't have to do this , if we do well here, we can still thrive."

Talking, the two came to the front of the horse boy.

Rows of wooden houses, no end to end.

The war horses here live in single rooms. There are ten rows in total, and each row has tens of thousands of war horses.

The breed of these war horses is good, each of them is fat and strong, tall and full of strength at first glance.

The old horse told Long Feidao, "There are 10,000+ war horses here, all of which are fed by us. They will be raised in the stables in the morning and noon, and will be raised in the pasture outside in the afternoon when they go out in the afternoon."

Long Fei asked curiously, "Then what kind of official am I?"

The old horse said, "Just now we introduced to your lord that we seem to be raising horses, but in fact we are also a military officer. Your lord is equivalent to a centurion, in charge of our group of hundreds of grooms. An official like your lord is very important to us. There are ten here. The horses in this stable are also divided into ten. We are only in charge of the first stable, and the other stables are in charge of the centurions of other stables."

"Grandpa's."

Long Fei had black lines all over his head, secretly thinking that this cheap master is really stingy.

If you raise horses, you will raise horses, and you will be assigned a low-level official.

However, being able to manage 100 people is not bad.

He asked the old horse, "Since our place is called the Yumajian, there are the Emperor's horses. Where are his war horses raised? They can't be randomly selected from this group of war horses, right?"

The old horse said, "Of course not. The emperor's war horse is a famous dragon-scale horse in the world. It is said that it is mated with a golden-scale dragon, and each generation only produces a male stallion. It is raised by a special horseman, which is comparable to ours. It's more stylish."

"Only one?"

Long Fei raised his eyebrows and asked him curiously, "Then how does this war horse give birth to offspring and continue the bloodline?"

The old horse said, "We have studs, and there are various breeds of mares. There are those with horns on their heads, those that bleed when they run, and dragon blood horses found from other places. Every time the season of estrus , everyone will let the emperor's war horse into the intercourse. Whoever can conceive will reproduce the offspring!"

"Fuck, this horse is about to overtake the Lord God."

Long Fei admired.

The old horse hurriedly covered his mouth, as if he was afraid that others would hear him, and shouted nervously, "My lord, please be careful in your words and deeds!"

Long Fei smiled, and asked him, "Then there is no purebred dragon scale mare. After so many generations, isn't the blood in her body diluted?"

The old horse nodded and said, "That's not the case, to say something disrespectful. These are weasel cubs, and a litter is not as good as a litter. However, no matter how impure the blood of this dragon-scale war horse is, it is stronger than ordinary war horses. A dragon-scale war horse War horses have a lifespan of thousands of years. It's a pity that our emperor's current horse is already thousands of years old. I'm old and weak, and I'm afraid it will die. It's a pity that it hasn't been delayed until now. These days, It's the day when the mare is in heat, but this dragon-scaled BMW just doesn't respond at all, and the people above are about to get angry."

"Interesting, take me there to have a look!"

Long Fei became interested, just as the dragon blood on his body needs to be purified, maybe this dragon horse can help.

The old horse timidly said, "My lord, the dragon horse we raise here is the brother-in-law of Lord Qianhu, and he has a very bad temper. If you go over and let him bump into it, something will happen to you!"

Long Fei patted him on the shoulder and laughed loudly, "Don't worry! If something happens, I will fully bear it and nothing will happen to you."

As he said, he took out a hundred spirit stones and handed them to Lao Madao, "I'm new here, so I don't have anything good to reward you. These spirit stones are for you and your brothers to drink."

"This, what a shame."

The old horse swallowed, thinking that this officer is too generous, isn't he?
Their monthly salary is only fifty spirit stones.

In this Nine Heavens City, it is already considered a high salary.

This chief is just two months' salary if he just makes a move, which is really flattering.

　Good morning, Chapter 1.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)