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Chapter 12 0011 [War Horse]

In ancient times, if you wanted to sell something or someone, you only needed to plant a grass on the goods you were selling.

Seeing someone selling horses, Han Zhen immediately became interested.

Stepping under the tree, he first looked at the seller.

The middle-aged man was dressed in tattered Shu brocade clothes, squatting there without speaking.

Then, Han Zhen shifted his gaze to the horse beside him.

The whole horse is brownish red, tall and tall, quite a horse.

It's just a little thin, and the body is also dirty, with messy hair, as if it hasn't been cleaned for a long time.

He doesn't know horses, so he can't tell if it's a Xixia horse or a local Jingdong horse. He just thinks this horse is good.

Seeing that the seller didn't speak, Han Zhen asked a tea doctor who was watching the excitement beside him: "What's going on?"

Dr. Cha recognized Han Zhen, and immediately said: "Hey, this man said he came to do business, but he was robbed by a strong beam halfway, and now he has no money. He wants to sell the horse for some travel expenses."

While speaking, he winked at the horse's buttocks.

Hearing this, Han Zhen followed his gaze and saw a blurred scar on the right side of the horse's buttocks, where the outline of the brand that had once been branded could be vaguely seen.

He immediately understood that this was an official horse that had been branded.

Moreover, although this man was wearing Shu brocade, he did not have the shrewd aura that a businessman should have. Instead, he looked very honest, with several calluses on his dark and rough palms.

Obviously, when a businessman meets a robber, it's all bullshit.

Han Zhen asked aloud: "How do you sell this horse?"

Hearing someone asking about the price, the middle-aged man raised his head and said in a blunt tone, "Fifty guan!"

People around shook their heads and scolded him for being crazy about money.

According to the current market price, a good horse with fifty calibers is not expensive.

At present, the price of a bad horse is around [-] guan, while some good horses with excellent appearance can be as high as [-] guan.

And the horse in front of him is probably a well-trained war horse, fifty guan is really not expensive.

But the point is that there is a problem with the source of this horse. It is an official horse that has been branded, and may be troubled by the government.

It is a felony to erase the brand of an official horse without permission!
Han Zhen didn't talk nonsense, and said directly: "25 Guan, if you sell it, come with me to get the money."

After finishing speaking, regardless of whether the other party agrees or not, he turned and walked towards Zhenquan Temple.

He doesn't care if others are afraid that the government will make trouble.

Looking at Han Zhen's back, the middle-aged man hesitated for a moment, finally stood up, led the horse and followed.

He has been squatting here for a long time, and as a result, most people were scared away when they heard the offer of Fifty Guan.

There were also a few people who asked for a price, but the price they gave was too outrageous, and the highest one was only six pennies.

……

The middle-aged man was very vigilant, and he followed him all the way to the gate of Zhenquan Temple and stopped moving.

Han Zhen turned his head and took a look. Seeing that he was running away at any time, he just smiled and walked into the temple gate.

Not long after, he came out dragging a basket of copper coins.

Seeing the copper coins, the middle-aged man was obviously relieved, and most of the vigilance in his eyes dissipated.

Pointing to the basket, Han Zhen signaled, "Here is the money, let's count it."

The middle-aged man actually squatted on the ground and started counting the money one by one.

Han Zhen ignored him, stepped to the side of the horse, and looked carefully.

It was a stallion, but castrated.

It was a little uncertain before, but now it is certain that this is a war horse.

War horses will be castrated, because castrated war horses are docile, easy to train, and more suitable for combat.

The horse seemed very docile, even when Han Zhen reached out to touch it, he just turned his head sideways.

After touching the horse for a while, Han Zhen tried to comb its hair with his hands again after the war horse got a little familiar with his scent.

It seems that there are some days when no one brushes it, the war horse looks very comfortable, its head is slightly raised, its eyes are half-closed, and it looks like it is enjoying itself.

At this time, the middle-aged man finally counted the money. He picked up a dozen copper coins, handed them over and said, "You gave too much!"

Han Zhen didn't care when he gave the money just now.

After all, he really didn't have the patience to count 25 pennies slowly.

To his surprise, this man was not greedy for petty gains, and chose to return the extra money.

interesting!
Han Zhen took the money, looked at the other party again, and asked with great interest: "A man from Qinfeng Road? Which businessman is under the family?"

He guessed that the other party was most likely a deserter, and the entire Song Dynasty was equipped with such excellent war horses, and only the Western Army on Qinfeng Road was the only one.

The middle-aged man didn't answer, but said: "If you still want to buy horses, you can go to Songshanling and find me. My name is Wei Da."

Han Zhen's heart skipped a beat, and he hurriedly asked, "How many horses do you have?"

He didn't expect that buying a horse would also bring surprises.

In the Song Dynasty, horses were an important strategic resource. At most, the people could only buy poor horses for goods, and the good horses that could be used as war horses were firmly controlled by the government.

Wei Da said vaguely: "There are still some."

It's normal for the other party to be wary, and Han Zhen didn't care, and continued to ask: "It's also 25 times?"

"Ok!"

Wei Da nodded, took off his clothes and covered the basket, and left with the basket on his back.

Song Shanling, Wei Da.

Han Zhen secretly made a note in his heart that there might be a chance to cooperate in the future.

……

This war horse is a bit thin and weak. It is obvious that the food has not been good recently, and it needs to be supplemented with grain and salt.

Because he was not yet familiar with it, Han Zhen didn't dare to ride rashly, so he could only lead the horse back to the temple.

He dug out a bag of soybeans and wheat from the kitchen, mixed them in a wooden basin, and then used well water to make a basin of salt water.

Before Han Zhen put down the wooden basin, the guy moved his head and opened his mouth to eat.

After a while, a pot of miscellaneous grains was eaten up, and then began to enjoy salt water.

After eating and drinking enough, the war horse snorted.

Han Zhen could clearly feel that it was getting closer to him.

Animals are like this, they can tell who treats them well.

Knowing that this is the time to get closer, Han Zhen continued to comb it with his hands.

While combing, he suddenly discovered that there were no horseshoes installed on the horse's paws.

It stands to reason that war horses will definitely install horseshoes...

Could it be that in the Northern Song Dynasty, horseshoes had not yet appeared?

Han Zhen didn't specialize in historical research in his previous life, so this question touched his blind spot of knowledge.

It's useless to think so much, just go to the blacksmith shop and ask.

If the horseshoe has already appeared at this moment, then just mention it, and the blacksmith will understand.

Thinking of this, Han Zhen repacked a bag of copper coins, took the reins and went straight to the blacksmith's shop.

When he came to the blacksmith shop again, Han Zhen settled the final payment first, and after getting the plain knife forged from fine steel, he asked casually, "Master Tian, ​​do you have any horseshoes here?"

"What?"

Shopkeeper Tian was taken aback.

Han Zhen changed his name again: "It's a horseshoe!"

In the end, shopkeeper Tian still looked at a loss.

Now it can be confirmed that horseshoes did not appear in the Northern Song Dynasty.

After talking and making gestures for a while, Han Zhen finally let shopkeeper Tian understand what he wanted.

Shopkeeper Tian looked at him with a strange expression, hesitant to speak.

Han Zhen was a little impatient, and frowned, "Can you fight?"

"Of course I can, just wait."

For shopkeeper Tian, ​​the horseshoe has no technical content and can be made easily.

He just couldn't understand why Han Zhen would make 'shoes' for horses in a whimsical way.

Xu Shi recently made some money and drifted away.

Thinking in his heart, shopkeeper Tian couldn't help laughing secretly.

(End of this chapter)