Chasing King

Yuan Nanyu's leg injury is not very serious, as the doctor said, splint and bone, with Decoction, a hundred days of rest can be cured.

But the difficulty lies in this "rest". Yuan Nanyu is energetic and active. He gets up early to practice martial arts and study. In his spare time, he goes through the streets to look for fun. It's killing him to let him lie in bed for three months. The family expects him to be a demon and takes turns looking after him. Finally, they keep him in the house.

Yuan Sikong supervises yuan Nanyu to finish reading in the morning, and Xu Hu comes to pick him up at the racecourse.

There are only 20 or 30 horses in the stables of Guangning city. Most of the horses are in the racecourse in the suburbs. There is an open area for horses to run, which is a place he often goes to.

Yuanmao took him home four years ago, and he offered to raise a horse. In fact, he didn't know anything about raising horses at that time, but they were bound by the saying "the horse has leg disease". He wanted Yuanmao to think that he would raise horses, which didn't seem useless. After all, at the beginning, he could not get rid of the fear of relying on others, for fear that Yuanmao would not want him. Yuan Mao didn't know whether he believed it or not, so he really asked him to follow Xu Hu to raise horses.

This is four years. He not only learned Xu Hu's half life accumulation, but also collected relevant official records and people's records. The more he raised, the better. Xu Hu didn't know big characters. The skill of raising horses depended on his ancestors and experience. Now he has a lot to discuss with him.

Yuan Sikong used to ride with Xu Hu, but now he is able to gallop on his own. Xu Hu is very pleased to see the young man's heroism.

When we got to the racecourse, it was noon, just for dinner.

Zhao Dayou, the richest businessman in Guangning, is the owner of the horse farm. He started from a small stable worker and now has a lot of money. His horse farm has more than ten thousand horses, but only a few of them really meet the standard of war horses.

Since Sheng Ning Zong lost the Hetao area, the national strength of Da Sheng declined, and the imperial court was unable to raise horses. All the horse farms in the Central Plains have been turned into private, but it is stipulated that a certain number of horses should be prepared for the imperial court every year. It is hard to find a good horse in the Central Plains, and horse merchants are rich.

Zhao Dayou was very happy to see yuan Sikong and set up a good table: "Sikong, let's have a good lunch. In the afternoon, let's go and pick up two thousand good horses for King Jingyuan."

Yuan Sikong nodded: "uncle, don't worry."

"Oh, the horses that were originally for military use were all Qin horses from Huaixi. I went to see them yesterday. They are really good horses, good horses!" Zhao da you couldn't help but give a thumbs up. "I didn't expect that our Liaodong horse could also gallop thousands of miles under the crotch of fengjiajun and kill the enemy everywhere. I'm really proud of my ancestors."

Xu Hu complimented: "shopkeeper Zhao, you have light for your ancestors."

"Ha ha ha, thanks to brother Xu's constant care."

In fact, the status of merchants is very low, but they can't stand it. They are rich and have no separation of money and power. Therefore, petty officials like Xu Hu have to curry favor with Zhao Dayou, and Zhao Dayou doesn't dare to neglect Xu Hu. After all, they are sent by the imperial court to take charge of the war horses.

Yuan Sikong said strangely: "uncle, what's the price of the horse

"It's only a little higher than the Liaodong army, but I heard that King Jingyuan and the Liaodong army had other advantages."

Yuan Sikong worried: "if the imperial court wants to take the horses, we can't resist the order, but the good horses are all given to Datong house. What should we do if the golden thieves come over?"

Xu Hu also sighed: "it's not. I don't know what he thought." He looked at the left and right, and whispered, "although the war in Datong Prefecture is tense, and Wala is much bigger than the gold thieves, the imperial court is too eccentric. First, it abandoned the seven states in northern Liaoning, and now it gives this year's war horse to Datong Prefecture, regardless of the lives of our people in Eastern Liaoning."

Zhao Dayou touched his lips with his fat fingers and hissed: "this can't be spread. Now there is a war in Datong and there is no war in Liaodong. The court has its own plan."

Yuansi hollow is full of anxiety, Liaodong just now no war, but the thieves across the river, covetous. It is true that the court's move is biased, but they have nothing to do.

After dinner, Zhao Dayou called the most experienced horse breeders to accompany them to choose horses.

Xu Hu is still the chief officer in choosing ma. Yuan Sikong is the staff officer that Yuan Mao intends to train. Of course, his name is worthy of the name.

Xiangma is a technical work, Xiangma is a physical work. It's not that Xiong Jun is a good horse, or a good horse, but he may not be suitable for war. A war horse can't be wild and hard to train, and it's most endurance.

For example, if a horse has a big nose, it will have a big lung. If a horse has a big lung, it will be good for a long-distance attack. Whether the structure from the back to the hip is smooth or not determines whether the horse is easy to get fat. If the horse has diseases, it will have strong bones according to the mouth and nose. If the horse's hooves are too thick, too thin, too large or too small, it is not a good horse.

After reading and touching, we should let the horse run and make the final decision.

There is a lot of knowledge about horses. Sometimes horses of different origins and varieties are different. Both Fu and Xu Hu, the teachers of the horse farm, have been raising horses for more than ten or several decades before they dare to match horses. Especially the war horses, they bear the lives of the soldiers and the mountains of Dasheng. How dare they be careless.

Half a day has passed like this, the sky is dim, they also should return to the city.When passing by the sick horse shed, Yuan Sikong sees a pony less than half a year old nestling in the shed.

"Oh, the horse has been ill for more than a month. If it can't be cured..."

"Let me see." Yuan Sikong and Xu Hu walk into the stable. They look at it for a long time and ask carefully. They can only see that the horse's spleen and stomach are ill.

There are not a few people who can breed horses, and few can cure them. Most of them use the prescription of medicine according to their experience. Common minor diseases or minor injuries can usually be cured. If they encounter complicated diseases and long-term illness, they can only be slaughtered to save food and grass.

Yuan Sikong has a big regret on this matter.

His mother is a medical woman, and his medical skills are passed down from his grandfather. He was curious when he was young, and he wanted to learn medical skills from his mother, but his father refused. Everything is inferior. Only in the era of high education, dethroning hundred schools and respecting Confucianism, fame is the best way out for scholars. Later, when he saw that he was intelligent and studious, he asked him to learn something in his spare time. His medical skills were really only superficial, but he knew the medical theory and could cure some common minor injuries. He always felt that it was not difficult to cure horses. If we could understand the skeletal texture and blood vessels of horses like human beings, many horses would not die of diseases. In his opinion, the existing medical records of horses were not detailed enough.

It's a pity that he didn't have such a chance.

Since ancient times, pigs have been used for meat, cattle for farming, horses for transportation and fighting, horses are the weapon for fighting, the granary for action and the wheel for trade, which are the most important parts of the country. Because of the irreplaceable position of horses in war, all dynasties have respected horses, and most of them are not allowed to eat horse meat. In the Sheng Dynasty, because of the desire for good horses, the imperial court encouraged the people to raise horses and strictly prohibited the eating of horses. Dead horses should be buried properly. Yuan Sikong always wanted to cut a dead horse and study the art of horse medicine, but yuan Mao could not agree.

Seeing the sick pony, Yuan Sikong was really distressed. If he could cure it, he might add a sharp weapon to Liaodong soldiers.

Xu Hu saw through his mind, but also very helpless: "this horse is afraid that it won't last for a few days, let's go back."

Yuan Sikong went back in three steps.

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in the next few days, Yuan Sikong will be at the racecourse to assist Xu Hu in his horse racing. Sure enough, as Xu Hu said, the pony died soon, and the corpse of the horse had not been cleaned up yet.

Yuan Sikong went through the sick stable and thought again that after all, they were going to send the two thousand horses to Datong. He was even more eager to cure horses. While Xu Hu is out running, he secretly finds Zhao Dayou and asks him to give him the corpse.

It's not the first time that Zhao Dayou knows what yuan Sikong wants to do, but it's forbidden by the imperial court to dissect the corpse of a horse: "Sikong, you'll die. If your father knows, how can I explain it?"

"Uncle, this Racecourse belongs to you. No one can see it. If you don't say it, I won't say it. Who will know?"

"Oh, you can't say that..." Zhao Dayou is in a dilemma.

Yuan Sikong's eyes were as bright as stars, shining with wise light. "My father was strict and sometimes he didn't know how to change his mind. My uncle is a man with flexible mind. This huge Racecourse is all from my uncle. My uncle died one or two hundred horses a year. If I can learn the skill of horse treatment, even if I save one more, it will be white money."

Zhao Da's eyes blinked quickly.

If other children with drooping temples said this to him, he would scold and run away the little fart child who was too big to be ashamed of, but yuan Sikong was different.

As early as Zhao Dayu found out that the child was gifted, he asked Yuanmao about his life experience curiously. Yuanmao did send someone to check it. This check is very important.

I heard that there was a child prodigy in Taining. He was a five-year-old poet, a six-year-old writer, and a nine-year-old scholar. It was Yan.

Zhao Dayou knew that the child was not in the pool. He said that if he wanted to learn medicine and horse, he could learn it. He was a businessman. How could he not be moved.

Yuan Sikong saw that Zhao Dayou had been shaken, and promised: "if in case someone really finds out, Sikong will bear the responsibility alone, and will never give uncle any trouble."

Zhao da you sighed heavily: "think empty, in fact, how can uncle don't want you to cure the horse, uncle hard to raise the horse died, I am most distressed." He dragged yuan Sikong to the corner and said in a low voice, "it's just that the horse has a small size and little movement. I'll send the man away. You can go to the sick horse shed and have it dissected. After that, my uncle will find someone to take care of it."

Yuan Sikong said calmly: "after the dissection, I set fire to Ma Peng. Isn't it clean?"

Zhao Da was inspired: "er Yes, you're right. Burn it, burn it clean. "

"Thank you, uncle." Yuan Sikong took a step back and bowed his body to salute, "uncle, this is a small move to save the horse, and a big move to benefit the country."

Zhao Dayou was so happy that he couldn't close his mouth: "OK, OK, you go quickly. I told the people in the racecourse to stay away from there."

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yuan Sikong took a box of trauma instruments and used them to dissect the horse. He looked at the pony and thought that he could finally get what he wanted. His hands were shaking. One was excited, the other was afraid.

When he was a child, he followed his mother to see a lot of patients. He was not afraid of blood, but after all, he didn't even kill a fish. The first time he used a knife, he was going to cut a horse. His heart was like beating a drum, but he didn't have time to delay, so he did it quickly.While dissecting, writing and drawing, a bucket of water used to wash hands soon turned red.

Just as he had ripped the horse's belly and was remembering to be serious, he suddenly heard a sharp boy's voice calling, "what are you doing?"

Yuan Sikong was very attentive. He was frightened by this young but powerful roar, and his heart stopped suddenly, and his knife fell to the ground.

When he turned his head, he saw a well-dressed boy standing at the door of the stable, with round eyes and a look of surprise and anger. That is the most beautiful child he has ever seen in his life. It's not too much to say that it's the posture of heaven and man, but now he has no time to praise the craftsmanship of the Lord. There is only one idea buzzing in his mind: found!

The boy said angrily: "how dare you insult the horse corpse?" He turned and left, shouting, "come on!"

Yuan Sikong suddenly sprang up from the spot, rushed out of the stable, stepped forward, and grabbed the boy's collar with his bloody hand.