pasture leisure

"What a beautiful weather, it's really suitable to come out to watch the horse racing. Well, welcome to the racecourse. Today we have prepared a lot of exciting races for you, and there will be many familiar horse races on the track. For example, the proud son of Caidi, the right way of America and so on.

Well, let’s not talk anymore, the first race of today is about to start, I will introduce to you the horses that will enter the race.”

When the narrator said these words, he felt as if he hadn't woken up, and he didn't look like the narrators who Zhang Chi saw on TV were howling.

This racecourse is not famous. There are many racecourses in the United States, but only a small number of them are famous. Besides, not all racehorses have the money to update their equipment and do modern transformation.You have to be rich, and the premise of being rich is to have the support of the population. With such a small population like here, how can it compete with some big racetracks for funds.

This is the case with the racetrack that Zhang Chi visited today. He is not well-known, and he has never run a racehorse that makes the blood of horse fans all over the United States spurt.

Of course, there are still G1 horse races, but they are all horse races with little influence. None of them are as famous as Crossing the Sea Biscuits, Secretariat, etc., not even half of them.

Zhang Chi listened to the narrator's babbling, while looking at the entrance, where all the horses will appear one after another.

"The first racing horse is from Furlong, and its sire is the famous local war. The grandfather is also an excellent racing horse Yongda Beacon...".

As soon as the commentator uttered a word, a sorrel horse came out from the entrance, and its jockey squatted on the horse's back, driving his horse slowly into the racetrack.

The horse may still be a little nervous, constantly playing with its head and pausing with its front hooves.

"The second horse is from Ferison. Its sire is Mount Inneus, and its grandfather is also a famous horse spin dance. I don't need to talk about the achievements of the spin dance. What I want to mention is its achievements in the field of breeding. It is even bigger, and its sons and daughters’ achievements are not dazzling, but its grandchildren are full of famous horses, everyone should pay attention to this horse today, it is one of the most exciting things to win this race.”

"The third horse is from Minnesota...".

As the commentators reported one by one, the horses and their riders began to appear on the stage.

Zheng Bohong smiled and said to Zhang Chi: "It's pretty serious. What's the excitement of winning the championship? It's just a bunch of novice horses competing. It's interesting to hear him bragging like he is willing to fight." .

"Watch the game well, why are you talking so much?" Zhao Yue was a little dissatisfied.

She is not a horse fan, but just wants to piss off her friends, for no other reason.

A few people were chatting, and suddenly heard the narrator introduce Silly Damu.

"The eleventh one is Silly Damu, the name is a bit weird, it looks like the Chinese guy who was shot by us, but this is not that guy, this is Chinese, which means silly and cute big wood linden.

Oh, I love Chinese. To be honest, I have been learning Chinese. Because I have learned Chinese, I may quit my job as a commentator and plan to live in China. I heard that it is very chaotic at night, and fights for money are staged all the time. Oh my God, I fight really well.

Howl, shoot."

It may be that the narrator thinks he is quite humorous, but Zhang Chi and others don't think that some Americans always like to talk about China.In fact, I don’t even know the fart, and I haven’t been to China, but just relying on my ears and thoughts, I portray China as a dictatorship, and some people even say that I have to write a report when I go to the toilet.

All kinds of black.

"Oh, look everyone, he came out, isn't he huge? God, he's six feet tall at the shoulder, and all the horses today are short in front of him, and his legs are very long, we wish him Today's track can perform supernormally, I think this may be a dark horse... ".

The silly big wood and its jockey have already set foot on the track, and the other horses are wagging their heads and tails, or they are warming up at a trot. The bastard stopped as soon as he stepped on the racehorse, and first took a shit at the entrance , and then stepped onto the track like an upright wooden stake under the urging of the jockey.

The jockey urged it to a trot.

Everyone can see that Silly Damu is not a little bit excited, all the horses on the track will be a little bit excited, not because they want to win the championship and win some prize money.

But the horses on the track now are all stallions, and they are still stallions that have not been cut.

For a male horse, the appearance of other male horses around him means competition, and the division of ranks in the herd comes through this field of competition, so every male horse will appear a little impatient, and they want to be in the same position as their companions. Show your strength in front of them.

The same is true of racing, some horses will run to the last breath in order to pass other horses.

But Silly Damu is not like that at all, this guy is just standing there, different from all horses, if it wasn't for the jockey urging him, or even hitting him with the whip in his hand, he probably would rather stand where he is.

Of course, for Silly Damu, it would be perfect if there is another pile of materials in front of him.

It's a pity that this is a racetrack and no one will provide it with a pile of hay.

"Why does your horse seem slow?" Duan Shu turned his head and said to Zhang Chi.

Zhang Chi didn't look at Silly Damu at this time, he turned his head and looked around the stands. There were not many people in the stands just now, but now suddenly there are many more people. The originally sparse stands seem to have doubled or tripled now people, and some people came out of the entrance one after another.

"broken!"

Zhao Yue suddenly said something at this time.

Everyone's eyes turned to her one after another, with questioning expressions on their faces.

"Why don't you buy a betting ticket to watch the horse race? I'll buy one," said Zhao Yue and stood up.

"Bring me one too, buy a silly big wood and win alone," Zheng Bohong said with a smile.

Zhang Chi immediately said after hearing this: "Buy me one too, the silly big wood wins alone."

Before Zhang Chi's words fell to the ground, Zheng Bohong said: "Also, buy me another one. I think No. [-], No. [-], and No. [-] are the top three...".

"..." Zhang Chi was speechless for a moment.

Duan Shuyi also said: "Buy me one of these too."

Zhang Chi didn't know what to say now, so he opened his mouth and said, "You guys..." Then there was no more to say.

Zheng Bohong laughed and said, "No way, to be honest, your horse seems mentally handicapped."

Duan Shu nodded and echoed, "It's not like, but it is, you see."

After speaking, he stretched out his hand and pointed to the track.

Zhang Chi turned his head and found that Silly Damu stopped again. Fortunately, this time he didn't look like a wooden stake, but rubbed his chin against the fence of the racetrack.

Zhang Chi is used to it, and Zhang Chi is not surprised by any incredible movements this guy makes. A horse can stand still for an entire hour, and this horse is already different from ordinary horses.

It’s not that the racehorses race immediately after entering the track. There is still a small time for activities ahead, which can be regarded as a warm-up for the racehorses.

But it won't be too long. If you warm up for ten minutes and run for a minute or two, the audience won't be able to scold you?
So soon a tractor pulled the gate and slowly backed into the track.

Seeing that the gate was in place, all the jockeys gathered around the gate one after another, ready to enter the gate.

This is not as easy as it seems. Many people think that horses get in, but it is not. Horses are very timid, which means they have no sense of security.

This is also normal, where does the general herbivore have any sense of security, the guy who sleeps in nature has to prick his ears, and has evolved to sleep standing up and run away at any time, the sense of security is a bit too ridiculous, sleeping four The one with the eight prongs on its back and its belly facing up is a lion, not a horse.

All the horses are near the gate, waiting to enter the gate one by one.

There was a problem with the first horse. This guy refused to enter the gate. No matter how the jockey and the staff tried to help him, he just stood at the gate, motionless.

He is afraid, and this fear is contagious to all the horses on the track.

Of course, it is estimated that besides Silly Damu, this guy is standing at the entrance of the gate now, and continues to rub his chin with the gate, and rubs it quite hard.

After three attempts, the horse still failed to enter the gate. According to the regulations, it was disqualified from the race.

It was still difficult for the second horse to enter the gate, but fortunately it did, and the third horse was not bad, and was pushed into the gate by the staff without any major trouble.

Silly Damu is the eleventh gate, and another horse in front of him has become emotional, so it is now replaced by the eighth gate.

It was too easy for the stupid big wood to enter the gate. The jockey cui, the big stupid man got into the gate directly. The two staff members didn't even reach out, and it went in.

There are a total of sixteen horses in this game, and if the three guys who did not enter the gate are removed, there will be thirteen horses left.

When all the horses entered the gate, an old white man in white breeches and a blue suit came out and blew two horns to indicate that the race was about to start.

The sound was so small that Zhang Chi didn't pay much attention to the sound of the trumpet, so the old man took the horn and left.

This thing seems to be a British tradition, and it is relatively rare in American racecourses. Of course, many racecourses around the world will have a different place.

With a bang, the gates opened, and almost as soon as the old man turned around, all the gates were opened, and thirteen horses rushed out of the gates.

Silly Damu was a little slow, and he firmly occupied the first place when he came out of the gate.

Why, the last one is not the first?
Zhang Chi was fully prepared for this, and he didn't dare to think about number one in his heart. His original plan was to be able to run mid-level during the race, and then Zhang Chi waved his checkbook to buy a solid horse. Feed a few scoops of gourd pulp to earn money for yourself.

Silly Damu, the last one, has maintained very well.

This kind of competition can't arouse the interest of the audience, and there is no cheering like a tsunami. It can be said that except for the horse owner, everyone else is very calm.

It seems that Zhang Chi turned his head and saw a few audience not far away eating hot dogs with lowered eyebrows.

Silly Damu's No. [-] was maintained very well, because he was not pushed far by other horses, only half a body position, which is already very good for Silly Damu.

Zhang Chi was very satisfied.