My village can't be like this

Chapter 647 Renting a Horse
When I woke up early in the morning, I didn't see the sun. As early spring in March was coming to an end, the weather was becoming more gloomy.

I estimate that after April, this gloomy weather will probably be hard to see. According to the experience of previous years, it will probably turn into drizzle.

Zhang An guessed that this was God's preparation for the Qingming Festival that would come in the near future.

In the following days, he was no longer idle like before. He had to hurry up to make the doors and windows needed for the sheepfold.

Wang Fang had cleaned the yard early in the morning. The leftover sand from building the sheep pen a few days ago had been hidden away, and the yard became clean again.

Then Zhang An moved the wooden horse for carrying wood and the work platform into the yard, ready to start work in the yard.

Because the carpentry work of making doors and windows requires a large space, this spacious yard is just right as long as it doesn't rain.

After the preparatory work was completed, the wood for making doors and windows was moved out from the wing room in the backyard.

These are the materials left over from making doors and windows for the new house. They are all good materials that Zhang An got out of the space.

Although it has been placed for a long time, apart from some dust, there are no other problems at all, not even a single termite.

This time we needed to make two doors and a few windows, which didn't require much wood, so the leftovers from last time were more than enough and we didn't have to go to the sawmill to cut up the wood.

The data of the doors and windows had already been measured, so Zhang An didn't need to waste time and started cutting the wood with a saw.

Little Siqi was having fun playing with Xiaohu and the others, but when he saw Zhang An starting to work, he immediately ran over, squatted on the ground, and watched Zhang An sawing wood curiously.

"Why, you want to learn too? Then grow up quickly so that dad can teach you."

Zhang An said with a smile when he noticed that his son was watching him sawing wood without blinking.

But little Siqi didn't say anything, he just stared as usual, his eyes moving around as the saw was pulled.

After half a day, several pieces of wood were sawn into door frames and window frames. Little Siqi immediately ran over, picked up a small piece of wood left over from the ground, and then ran away to play.

Only then did Zhang An realize that this was what his son was waiting for.

When he fixed the next piece of wood, he turned around and saw that his son, who had picked up the small piece of wood, was dancing over there.

The movements seemed not coherent at all and were very unfamiliar. Zhang An watched for a long time before he realized that his son's weird movements were a little bit similar to the martial arts moves that often appeared in TV dramas in recent days.

Xiao Siqi usually learns boxing from Zhang An, and his body movements have become much more coordinated.

It doesn't look that good at first glance, but if you look at it patiently, you'll find that when the little thing is waving, it really looks like the real thing.

The small wooden stick is about two centimeters long and thin. In Xiao Siqi's hand, it is like a small wooden sword.

Zhang An watched for a long time and nodded involuntarily. No wonder Zhang Yixing had said before that when the little guy grows up, he will learn skills from him.

It turns out that I had long seen that little Siqi had this kind of talent.

Seeing that his son liked it, Zhang An slapped his forehead, picked up a half-meter-long wooden stick left on the ground and started drawing lines.

Then he used a saw and a wood knife to carefully process it, and after a while, a small and exquisite wooden sword was made.

After looking at it for a few seconds, Zhang An pushed it back and forth with the planer twice before nodding with satisfaction.

"Qiqi, come here quickly and see what daddy made for you."

Zhang An grabbed the sandpaper and polished the wooden sword before turning around and calling his son over.

"Dad, I want it, I want it."

When Xiao Siqi saw the wooden sword in Zhang An's hand, he immediately threw away the wooden stick in his hand and ran straight over.

"Here, take it, take it."

Seeing his son raising his hands high, Zhang An didn't tease him as usual, but directly handed the small wooden sword in his hand to Xiao Siqi.

After the little guy got the wooden sword, he stared at it lovingly as if he had found a new treasure.

After a while, probably because he had seen enough, he picked it up and started waving it in his hand.

Because it is made of Davidia involucrata wood, the small wooden sword is very light and the little one can hold it with one hand.

But maybe it was the first time in his life that he held a sword, and he was still very unfamiliar with it, so he only held the tip of the sword instead of the hilt that Zhang An had specially prepared for him.

"Qiqi, that's not how you hold it. You're holding it the wrong way."

Seeing this situation, Zhang An quickly called his son over and prepared to teach him how to use it.

You know, when Zhang An saw little Siqi waving the wooden stick just now, he had already begun to imagine that the old man would train him to be a good swordsman in the future.

Therefore, it is better not to do such inappropriate actions, otherwise if others see it, my son will have to save face when he talks about it in the future.

After Zhang An's instruction, it didn't take long for little Siqi to skillfully grasp the hilt of the sword and dance with it.

Originally, Zhang An was ready to continue working, but when he saw his son dancing with the sword, he suddenly felt inspired, so he made himself a wooden sword.

Compared to the little guy's small and exquisite children's sword, Zhang An's own sword is much larger, with a total length of over one meter, but he has not measured its exact length.

"Qiqi, come here, dad will teach you how to practice sword."

Zhang An held a wooden sword in his hand, and he looked quite decent.

Little Siqi had just received a new baby from his father, so naturally he walked towards Zhang An very well-behaved and obediently.

Afterwards, Zhang An started practicing Tai Chi sword techniques in the yard, which he had not often practiced before.

I wanted to teach my son how to make proofs step by step, but after he started, he suddenly got inspired and got into the state.

"Wow, Brother Zhang An's sword dance is really beautiful."

After finishing a set of actions, a voice suddenly came from the door.

"Hehe, I'm just playing around with it."

Zhang An stopped and looked, and found that it was Zhang Jianwen who brought the director Lin Hui from before. In addition, there were several other people following them.

"You're not just doing it randomly. I can see that, Zhang An, these moves don't look like fancy moves. Have you practiced them?"

After hearing what Zhang An said, Lin Hui immediately shook his head. He was a director and had seen a lot of martial arts moves.

Just now, he saw Zhang An swipe a few times at the door, and he immediately realized that this set of movements was different from the one designed by his martial arts instructor.

"Haha, I've practiced farming techniques for a few years."

Hearing this, Zhang An said modestly, and then asked curiously, "Uncle and Director Lin are here, is there something going on?"

"Brother Zhang An, as you know, we came here to shoot a few scenes in your big bamboo forest. We will start preparing in the next two days. We need a good horse to appear in the scene. We originally thought of renting one from the village after coming here, but we saw that many horses in the villagers' homes did not meet the definition of good horses. Later, I heard from Village Chief Zhang that you have three good horses here, so we came here specially to take a look."

When Lin Hui heard Zhang An ask, he looked at Zhang Jianwen and said it out loud.

Their crew came from far away, so it would be inappropriate to take the horses with them, so they thought of renting horses raised by the villagers.

But after arriving here, they found that the horses here were all short-bred draft horses, which did not meet their expected goals.

"But don't worry, brother Zhang An. If the conditions are met, we will offer your Ma a satisfactory salary."

As if afraid that Zhang An would refuse, Lin Hui quickly added another sentence.

"So that's how it is. We do have three horses here, but I'm afraid I can't lend them to you. It's not about money. The main reason is that our horses are very stubborn and won't let anyone else ride them. My uncle knows this too. In the whole village, apart from my family, no one else, not even a mare, can get close to them."

When the other party finished speaking, Zhang An realized that he had been here for a few days, but he didn't know it at all. It seems that he has been building the sheepfold at home seriously these days.

However, when the other party wanted to rent his horse, he did not agree directly. On the one hand, Dahei was indeed very stubborn and could not be tamed by ordinary people.

Another reason was that he was worried about the crew. Who knew what these people would do with the horses after they took them over? He didn't care about that little bit of money.

Although they said they would give a satisfactory salary, it's just a horse, how satisfied can it be?

"I know. I've heard about this from Village Chief Zhang. That's why I want to come and see your horses even more. How about we go over and take a look first?"

As soon as Zhang An finished speaking, Lin Hui spoke immediately. It seemed that he was very interested in the horses in Zhang An's family.

"Okay then, I'll take you in first."

Since people had already mentioned this, Zhang An had no choice but to take them to the circle to take a look.

"Wow, are these the dogs that Brother Zhang An keeps at home? They all look exactly like wolves."

When they reached the entrance of the big circle, they saw Xiaohu and a group of big dogs squatting on the ground, and they immediately stopped and said.

It can be seen that they were not interested in Xiaohu and the other big dogs, but were scared of them.

"Haha, many people have said this before. Don't be afraid. As long as you don't make threatening gestures, they won't bite."

Zhang An was already accustomed to what Lin Hui and his friends said. He also said the same thing when Cheng Peng and his friends came over a few days ago.

"That's good. They look really fierce. Apart from the Tibetan Mastiff, I have never seen such a fierce dog."

Although Zhang An said so, they were still worried and followed Zhang An and Zhang Jianwen cautiously.

"Here, this is the horse I raise."

When they arrived at the circle, Zhang An pointed at Dahei and his family of three and spoke to them.

"Good horse, this is definitely a good horse. When I first heard Village Chief Zhang say this, I didn't quite believe it. Now that I've seen it with my own eyes, I really have to believe it."

As soon as they saw Dahei's family of three, one of the people who came with Lin Hui said excitedly.

"Brother Zhang An, could it be that your horse is the legendary Wuzhui or Wuyuntreading on Snow?"

The same was true for Lin Hui. As soon as he came in, his eyes were attracted by Dahei and his wife.

Xiao Hei may be young and not fully developed, so he is easily covered up when next to his parents.

"Haha, I'm not sure about this either. After all, I'm not a professional and I don't have in-depth research in this area."

Zhang An laughed and neither said yes nor no.

In fact, he knew that Taxue might be a good horse. After all, it was Chen Ze who sent him here from afar.

But as for Dahei, although he had a stubborn temper in the past, Zhang An was very sure that he was not a good breed of horse.

You have to know that when dad Zhang Jianguo spent several hundred dollars to buy it from someone else, it was not only very skinny, but also not as tall and mighty as it is now.

The fact that it has grown to its current size is entirely due to the space.

"I'm sure it's not wrong. Your horse is definitely a good horse. Look at its eyes. It has a rebellious look. This is not something that an ordinary horse can have."

Although Zhang An did not give an answer, Lin Hui said it very affirmatively.

Could it be that Dahei is really a good horse, but the family just didn’t raise him well enough?
After hearing what Lin Hui said, Zhang An couldn't help but feel suspicious.

"Zhang An, I've decided that they are the ones. Please agree to my request. They are simply the real-life miniature of the BMW in my script."

Then, Lin Hui pointed at the Dahei couple and spoke to Zhang An in a very pleading tone.

"No, Director Lin, I've already said it before. My horse is very stubborn. Although it's not like before, when it would kick its hooves when someone approaches it, it's impossible for others to ride on it."

Looking at Director Lin grabbing his hand excitedly, Zhang An said helplessly.

"Brother Zhang An, you don't have to worry about this. Our film is actually based on the theme of BMW, so there are not many horse riding scenes. If we really need to ride a horse, we can just use a double to take over."

Seeing that Zhang An did not agree, Lin Hui continued to persuade him.

"And now I've decided that our crew will not only hire your horse, but also you, my brother. You also said that other people can't ride, but you, my brother Zhang An, can definitely ride. When we need to ride a horse, you can help act as a stand-in."

This was the decision Lin Hui had just made, because the two horses of Zhang An's family were so suitable, so suitable that he felt that these horses were what should appear in the play.

So in order to borrow these two horses, he decided to invite Zhang An, the owner of the horses, as well.

After all, when filming, with Zhang An as the master, it is much easier to command them than with people who have nothing to do with them.

Moreover, Zhang An knows Kung Fu, unlike other actors who can only perform a few moves. Using him as a stand-in will definitely have a better effect than using ordinary actors.

"Zhang An, why don't you just agree to it? It's in our village anyway, so it's not a big deal."

After Lin Hui finished speaking, Zhang Jianwen also spoke up to help persuade him.

"Let me think about it and then I'll get back to you, Director Lin."

Zhang An had been planning to refuse, but when he saw his uncle Zhang Jianwen speak up, he didn't say no.

"Okay, okay, then Brother Zhang An, please think about it carefully."

Lin Hui was very happy because Zhang An did not directly refuse, so there was still room for persuasion.

(End of this chapter)