It was ten o'clock in the morning when we arrived at Wen Qiao's grandfather's house. The white walls and black tiles of the small village were submerged in the rapeseed fields. The car stopped on the embankment and the group walked towards the old man's yard.
Old Master Su was just going out, holding a bundle of reins in his hand.
"Dad, where are you going?" Su Yun, still holding the gift in her hand, quickly greeted her father.
“The nearby horse farm closed down, so they all went to buy horses, so I went to get one too.”
Su Yun sighed: "Oh, why are you joining in all this fun? What do you want a horse for?"
"What do you know? Bring the horse back and put it behind the house. It can do some farm work and use it like a donkey."
"How much farm work do you have left to do?"
The old man insisted on going to the horse farm regardless, and Wen Qiao said, "I'll go with grandpa, mom, you guys just stay here."
Wen Qiao and his two siblings and Fu Nanli accompanied the old man for a 20-minute walk to the nearby horse farm.
When they arrived at the stable, most of the horses had been picked. Wen Qiao immediately took a liking to a big brown horse in the corner. It was thin, and its fur was not shiny, but its hind legs looked strong, so it should be able to run very fast if it were a racehorse.
Wen Qiao pointed at the horse and said, "Grandpa, we want that one."
Old Master Su shook his head and said, "How skinny you are! Let's not even think about picking a Ferghana horse. At least you should be able to be used as a donkey. You need to be sturdy."
Wen Qiao insisted: "Just buy that one."
Old Master Su had already picked the short and sturdy black horse next to him: "This one is good, it's like a little donkey, it can turn the mill when it turns back."
Wen Chi: "Grandpa, you don't have a grinder at home either."
"After I buy this horse, I will buy a stone mill. The tofu I grind myself is the most delicious. I can send some to you often."
Wen Qiao said to the stable manager, "My grandfather will buy that one, and I'll buy the brown one. I'll pay for both."
Fu Nanli was about to raise his hand to take out the card, but Wen Qiao held his hand and said, "I'll do it myself."
He told his grandfather that he could make it into the top ten of the wealth list on his own. Now, even if it is a horse, he would not let Fu Nanli pay for it. This is what it means to rely completely on oneself.
Wen Qiao paid the money and bought two horses. Wen Qiao named his horse "God of War".
Grandpa looked disgusted and said, "What god of war? Are you going to take him to war? This is not the era of cold weapons anymore. Even if we fight, we won't need horses. Mine is called Xiao Hei. Look at how strong and beautiful he is. The key is that he can be used."
The God of War seemed to feel that he was being despised and became somewhat autistic.
Wen Qiao touched its back, which was skinny and bony, and looked very pitiful. "Grandpa, I have a task for you. You have two months to feed my God of War and make him fat."
Grandpa led two horses and the group headed back.
Fu Nanli asked her, "What are you going to do with this horse?"
Wen Qiao swiped his phone and said, "There will be a horse racing competition in Macau in May. I will use Ares to go to the horse racing."
Fu Nanli thought that this girl's eyes were full of business opportunities.
Fu Nanli also has his own horse farm with many purebred horses. He does not let his horses participate in horse racing, but he definitely has in-depth research on horses.
The God of War that Wen Qiao chose looks thin, but it is a purebred hot-blooded horse. Compared with cold-blooded horses and mixed-blood horses, this kind of horse is more suitable for racing.
He thought the little girl chose a horse on a whim, but he didn't expect that she had her own concerns and considerations behind everything she did.
If this god of war is made stronger, he might be able to participate in horse racing competitions.
(End of this chapter)