father - home

I was both excited and nervous to set up the anvil, light the stove, change into my riding clothes, and fasten the heavy canvas apron that Joseph had left behind.

I rarely have such experience.Joseph is four years older than me, and he has always taken good care of my younger brother. Even after we fell in love, he still regarded me as a young master.But now, there are too many firsts, too many daring and impulsive actions, I feel a force is being generated and accumulated in my body, from the time I made up my mind to let Zhao walk out of the house, from the time I carried Zhao down the stairs and walked with him Beginning with the sunshine of June, that kind of confidence, that kind of vigor, was born in Showa and me at the same time, interacting and fueling each other, turning into a raging fire, reflecting Zhao's face red.Zhaoya put on the apron, and his thin and thin body suddenly looked much stronger.After lunch, I forced him to rest on the sofa for a while, and now he is in good spirits, and he looks a little radiant.

As soon as the silver sword came in, when it saw the red hearth, it ran back in fright. I managed to tie the reins to the pillar in the center of the room.Zhao stretched out his hand and patted Yin Jian's neck, then put his arms around him, stroked the horse's cheek and forehead lightly, and whispered in its ear.I don't know what Zhao is talking about, and I don't know how much Yinjian can understand.All I could see was that Yin Jian's eyes were staring at the stove, Zhao's face was reflected in his rectangular pupils, his eyes were gentle and serene, as if he was only attentively listening to Zhao's whisper, and didn't care about what was about to happen.

I threw the horseshoe into the hearth.Zhao lightly patted Yinjian's hind leg, lifted the horse's hoof lightly, took half a step back, and clamped the hoof between his knees.I know that when lifting the horse's hind hoofs, you have to take half a step back, this is to prevent being kicked by the horse.In this way, even if the horse's leg breaks free, it must be retracted first, and then it will kick you, and you will have time to escape.

Zhao held the horse's hooves with his left hand, and gestured to me: "Knee hard, clamp tight, even a docile horse will have an instinctive reaction. If there is any movement, the horse's legs will unconsciously pull back, we must not let it shrink Go back and control it with strength. This is a contest between you and it. If you make him shrink back for the first time, you will lose, and it will not trust you, nor will it be afraid of you. It is not obedient, It’s not good for everyone, and it’s even more likely to hurt the horse.” Zhao helped me prepare the tools and demonstrated how to use a scraper and a hammer to trim the cuticles of a horse’s hoof.Before I started, Zhao stood next to Yin Jian again, stroking its neck and back, trying to calm it and prevent possible panic.

I was nervous and sweating a bit from the stove.Although I have seen what Joseph does more than once, I still have a bottom line in my heart, but I don't want to interrupt Zhao. I like him to continue. I am very satisfied with his current state. He hasn't been so passionate about a matter for a long time. I am serious.

I lifted Silver Sword's hind legs and clamped them with my knees. First I used pliers to pull out the iron nails, removed the old horseshoes, and then trimmed the horseshoes to cut off excess horniness.Because I was mentally prepared, I always controlled the silver sword firmly, but this step took a little more time, because I didn't have good coordination with my left and right hands at the beginning, and the hammer couldn't hit the scraper correctly, and it hit my hand twice. .

Zhao walked over to take a look.I thought he heard something wrong with the sound of the hammer hitting, but he didn't say anything.After I removed the horniness around the hoof, Zhao took the hammer and scraper and handed me another scraper.I held the hoof with one hand, and trimmed the horniness of the entire hoof with the other.

Zhao took out the red-hot horseshoe from the furnace with tongs, gestured at the horseshoe, and then put it on the anvil.

Zhaoqian couldn't be allowed to work on blacksmithing.I put down the horseshoe, and under Zhao's guidance, I tapped on the red-hot horseshoe.Sparks are flying, and I am already sweating profusely.The color of the horseshoe darkened, and it could only be thrown into the furnace to burn red.Taking it out, making gestures, and beating and shaping, Zhao finally nodded in satisfaction.

The horseshoe, which was no longer red but still extremely hot, pressed the horseshoe, there was a puff of white smoke, and there was a sound of "chi chi", and the horse's legs of the silver sword kicked violently, but did not break free.My knees were a little numb from too much effort.Zhao handed me nails and an iron hammer. The horseshoe was nailed, but it was not finished yet. I had to cut off the tip of the nail protruding from the horseshoe with iron pliers, and then smooth it with a file. Oil, and you're done.

I touched the shining horseshoe appreciatively, and the stone in my heart finally fell to the ground. "Come check it out and see if it's okay?" In fact, I hope to get Zhao's praise.

I didn't wait for the compliment, but heard an exclamation: "Mr. Fu!" Looking back, Weidec had already rushed through the door, and hugged Zhao who was leaning on the silver sword and started to slide down.

I quickly threw away the oil brush in my hand and pushed the wheelchair over.

I helped Zhao to sit down, resting his head on my arm.

Zhao closed his eyes, his face was pale, his breathing was rapid, his hands were cold, and his pulse was fast and thin.I wiped the cold sweat off his forehead, took the cup from Weidek, and gave Zhao a sip of water.Zhao slowly opened his eyes.

"Zhao, how do you feel now?"

Zhao nodded slightly, looking around feebly. "What's wrong with me?"

"I think it's hypoglycemia."

Zhao was a little puzzled, so I explained to him: "This is dumping syndrome. After your operation, you lost the pyloric sphincter. After eating, the food was discharged into the jejunum too quickly, and it was not diluted with gastrointestinal fluid, showing high permeability. A large amount of extracellular fluid is sucked into the intestinal cavity, resulting in a sudden decrease in circulating blood volume. Then symptoms of hypoglycemia appear. But it doesn’t matter. After each meal, you should be fine if you lie down for an hour. Blame me today, you just rested a little while."

"Is it every meal?"

"Hmm!" Seeing Zhao's terrified expression, I felt so happy again, and couldn't help teasing him with a stern face. "Every meal is. Don't underestimate it, it's very dangerous, and it can be life-threatening in severe cases."

"It won't be forever, right? How long will it take?"

"At least half a year." I'm telling the truth.Half a year, I hope Zhao Neng will give me half a year to wait for my body to basically recover before leaving.

Zhao was in a daze for a while thoughtfully.I think he is also sentimental about this "half a year".At the end, Zhao raised his eyes and smiled and said to Weidek who had been standing by his side all the time: "Thank you, Weidek, it must have been you last time, right?"

"Yes, Mr. Fu."

"By the way, why are you here? Wedec, are you done with the work in the field?"

"Mr. Leininger asked me to see if you want to help, young master. He is worried about Mr. Fu's health."

The old butler was really thoughtful.I bowed my head to Zhao: "I said you... I'd better send you back to rest first."

"I'm fine." Zhao frowned and shook his head.

"Don't worry, I can do it well."

"It's not that I'm worried, I just don't want to go back." There was a hint of naughtiness in Zhao's difficult smile.My mind was agitated, I really wanted to bow my head and kiss her, but... I took a breath and ordered: . "Then you just stay there and don't move."

With the help of Wedek, the next work was done very quickly. In less than two hours, the horseshoes of the two horses were all nailed.

It was impossible for Zhao to honestly sit on the sidelines and watch.After only resting for a while, he stood up, either stroking and comforting the horse, or supervising our work.This is the first time I have experienced Zhao's meticulousness and faultfinding.Even myself, as a rigorous German and a scientific researcher, I feel inferior.Because Chitu was young, the original shoe hadn't been replaced for a long time, and the horniness of one of the front hoofs was crooked, and after trimming, a small piece was missing on one side.That horseshoe, Zhao Yi asked to be re-forged again and again, and even went back to the furnace 6 times, finally the horseshoe was beaten into the required shape, and the hoof was completely flat.Zhao said that even if the pony's hoof is uneven by only one millimeter, it will affect the development of bones and cause permanent damage.

Zhao is not a demanding person, and almost always looks "casual", but when it comes to horses, he is a different person, he really loves them.Facing them, his eyes are always warm and gentle.