pasture leisure

The central idea of ​​Zhang Chi to Yu Sha Damu is to play on the track, the faster the better.

Mason’s central idea for Silly Damu is simpler. It’s just money. If you want to play games, you want to satisfy you soon, but you have to pay. The previous training fees are not enough to participate in a few games. Yes, it costs money!
At this time, Zhang Chi couldn't bear to part with it, and slapped his chest.

"You don't have to worry about the money. Let the racetrack directly bill me for the expenses incurred during the race, and I'll just pay for it."

As soon as Mason heard that there was nothing to say, he immediately said: "Then I have no problem."

Zhang Chi asked: "When can I go on the track?"

Mason didn't know why Zhang Chi was in a hurry, but he still thought about it carefully and calculated how much time he would need to train Silly Damu.

"One month later, the first game, and the second game in a week..." Mason said briefly.

Zhang Chi thinks it's okay, and he will go to the racetrack in a month. He also knows that this matter cannot be rushed. He can't say that he will send the horse here today, and let the horse run this weekend. You are not happy with other people's racecourse. , The games are all arranged, even if someone withdraws, there will be a replacement, you are going to jump the queue now, who are you.

"Then let's do it this way." Zhang Chi nodded in agreement with Mason's arrangement.

The matter was decided, Zhang Chi left the stables, rode his own Chi Yanshan humming a little song and left Mason's horse farm.

Mason watched Zhang Chi leave all the time, with a melancholy expression on his face, and whispered in his mouth: "How can this man be so stubborn, I told him that this horse will not make it, this horse will not get results, and he has to run Up to five games!"

"Mason!"

"Eddie, what's the matter?" Mason turned around and found his old friend Eddie standing behind him, so he asked aloud.

Eddie was an excellent jockey before, and he won many races with Mason, and the two of them can say that the brightest period of their careers was spent together.

This also allowed the two to forge a deep friendship.

So Mason came out again, and Eddie came over to stand with his old friend. Of course, at this time he was no longer on the track, but even though he was no longer on the track, he still had some experience, and with Mason's reputation now, If you want to find a jockey with good quality and low price, you have to rely on Eddie's vision.

"What kind of horse did you just send here? Have you trained this kind of horse now?"

Eddie just saw the silly big wood. When he saw the horse for the first time, he was shocked. There are such ugly thoroughbred horses in this world!
Originally, he thought that being ugly was ugly, but this horse was just like a man, it was judged by its ability, not by its face, and by its face, it would become a little boy.

But after observing for a while, he found that the ugly horse had problems with its legs. After taking it out for a walk, Eddie found that his feet were still a little high and low.

What Eddie couldn't stand the most was the stupidity of the horse. It was just a demented child, and he didn't move it for a long time.

When he was locked in the compartment, no matter how provocative the horse next to him was, this guy would gnaw on the grass motionless.This is obviously a lack of fighting spirit, and such an immediate track will not produce results.

Physical problems, poor brain, and lack of fighting spirit, the combination of the three, Eddie felt that this horse was born to kill meat.

You just go to the slaughterhouse to kill the meat, what are you doing at the racetrack?
Eddie was deeply dissatisfied.

"The owner of this horse doesn't understand horses at all!"

Eddie snapped.

Mason said with a bitter face: "If he knew horses, he wouldn't let the stupid Damu play five games."

"what?"

Eddie was even more surprised. Such a horse needs to play five races. Isn't that giving money to the racetrack for nothing?

"It's been agreed, next month we will arrange to go to the track, one game a week, five games in a row," Mason said, "It is not necessary to all participate in the two-year-old horse race, as long as there is a game, we will arrange for it to run for five consecutive races." It’s time for me to send it to Andrea Racecourse next year, and I’ll take it with me when I go there in two days,” Mason said.

After hearing this, Eddie thought for a while and asked, "If we don't stay in the ranch to train for a while, at least we can try to correct its pace."

Eddie thought that since we took other people's money, we must do something. Now that we haven't practiced anything and don't have any foundation, is it appropriate to just throw the horse on the track?

Mason's face became even more bitter: "I can't teach it. This horse was bred by my farm. I have taught it for more than a year, and I can't teach it. I can't teach it in a month now."

Hearing this news, Eddie could put an egg in his mouth, looked at his old friend, he really didn't have the nerve to open his mouth, and thought: Mason, Mason, are you really old? Such a horse can be bred, I'm not very optimistic about the future of your racecourse now!

"That's it." Eddie had nothing to do.

But the two quickly forgot about the stupid big wood, and now they are all focusing on the few good horses they have, hoping that they can run well, at least get a few low-level champions, so Take other people's money.

"Silly big wood? Why did you name it after that guy?" Eddie was a little belated.

"It's not what you think. This stupid guy has never been a president. Stupid is Stupid, and big wood is Wood. The whole thing is a guy who looks like a piece of wood. It is pronounced in Chinese, not from English." Mason explained.

Eddie said: "It turns out that he also knows that this horse is stupid."

"You don't need to know how stupid you are, just look at it." Mason sighed.

In the afternoon of the next day, the assistant at the racecourse pulled Silly Damu into the trailer and dragged it to the largest city here, where there was a racecourse, the largest within [-] kilometers nearby.

Among the horses at the Mason Racecourse in front, two older horses are already here, and with the addition of Silly Damu, there are three horses.

The racecourse has a special stable. Of course, with Mason's current strength, it is impossible to rent the best position. There is a stable, and it is almost enough to feed.

Silly Damu has almost no requirements for the environment, let alone a small cubicle, as long as there is a place to stand, even if there is no food, Silly Damu will stand stupidly.

It's that stupid!
The imprisoned here are almost all small stallions. Before the castration, the stallions are quite irritable. Biting and kicking are commonplace. Some horses will catch and bite and yell at other horses. Shouting that is even more commonplace.

But Silly Damu never responded to these companions, as if he couldn't hear him, and let a sorrel stallion in the next compartment almost kick the door of the stall, Silly Damu still gnawed on the grass with blank eyes.

Soon, all the trainers here knew that he was stupid. The first reason was that he was too tall. The measured height at the shoulder was [-] meters. Generally speaking, the height of a thoroughbred horse is only [-] meters. It's okay to make a nod, but with a shoulder height of [-] meters, it is equivalent to Dayao who is mixed in the NBA. At that point, his height is at the dominant level.

The second reason is that it doesn't talk to others very much, even trainers and jockeys, silly big wood doesn't like to talk to them, as if its daily task is to eat grass and shit.

Mason had already arrived at the racetrack with his assistant, along with two other horses.Now they have to live here for at least a month, which includes various training and adapting to the venue.

The five horses brought by Mason will all stage their first race in their lives on Saturday and Sunday a month later.

Mason is very busy, here every day he has to look at all kinds of data of the horse racing under his name, Mason also wants to be right about the money Zhang Chi spent, but unfortunately Mason gave up in the end.

Or because, this stupid big wood can't teach it, and it can't learn any instruction.

Mason gave up, Eddie gave up, and in the end, he didn't even have to let the big wood go on the track. In the end, even the riders who had promised to ride it on the track were not willing to ride the big wood.

There was more than half a month before the competition, so Mason decided not to look for a rider at all. He thought that he could find a rider temporarily during the competition. If it didn't work, he could just ask the trainees here to ride the silly big wood for a lap to show George.

To put it simply, Mason gave up and lay down!
Zhang Chi didn't know about this, but even if he knew, he wouldn't necessarily care about it.

At this moment, Zhang Chi was sitting in front of the house, and the small reclining chair was directly placed on the open space. The sun in the sky gradually warmed up, so basking in the sun became a must-do for Zhang Chi in the afternoon.

Every time Zhang Chi basks in the sun, the family's two dogs, three dogs, and ink also come out. These guys can find a narrow corner between Zhang Chi and the recliner, and hide their bodies in it.

Of course, the favored ink will roll on Zhang Chi's legs.Use it as a blanket for Zhang Chi while basking in the sun.

Humming a ditty while basking in the sun, Zhang Chi at this moment is like the hateful landlord Lao Cai in the movie.

"I want to become rich, I want to become rich...".

This is the only line in the humming chirping lyrics, and Zhang Chi still sings happily just like that.

Closing his eyes and enjoying his wonderful singing voice, Zhang Chi suddenly felt his eyes go dark.

It's not that your eyes are black, but when you close your eyes and face the sun, you can see bright flesh-colored colors through your eyelids, sometimes with a tinge of bright red.

But suddenly it was dark, and Zhang Chi must have opened his eyes to see it.

He opened his eyes and saw a face between himself and the sun.

"How did you come?"

Take a closer look, who is it not Melika?

Seeing this little girl Pi Zhangchi couldn't help feeling a little nervous, thinking that there must be no good things for this little girl coming here.

"We're friends, why don't I come over to see you if I have nothing to do?" Melika smiled.

Zhang Chi looked her up and down, and said, "Speak up if you have something to do, don't disturb my sleep if you have nothing to do, and play wherever you like."

As he said that, Zhang Chi lay down again, closed his eyes, and stretched out his hand to touch the ink, only to realize that the ink had already turned upside down as soon as he smelled Melika.

"I have something to do, I need you to treat the cow," Melika said with a smile.

"Treating cattle?" Zhang Chi was a little confused.

But soon he remembered that he had told Melika before that he had a prescription to treat cattle, so he just ate and didn't grow meat.