Wang Ning'an was very vengeful, Bao Black was wronged himself, he held a belly of bad water, let the old bag suffer, and now finally get what you want, the big Song people are calculated, the sense of accomplishment bursting table, Wang Ning An excited and rich cat-like.

Ten horses, Wang Ning'an left six, he left behind is neither the tallest, nor the fastest, but the most complete!!

Yes, the Liao Guo sold to the big Song of the war horse, all have to cut a knife, can not reproduce, can only ride a few years to scrap, the big Song does not have their own horse, can only rely on imports, how to end, do not have to say but also know.

Cui Yu liked the horse very much, and through the smuggling channel, he got a complete northern horse, carefully raised in the wolf valley.It was learned from Liang Dagang's mouth that there were horses in the wolf valley, and Wang Ning settled suddenly.

Almost all the horses that are famous in the future are constantly selected and cultivated through excellent genes.Hantang had once had the largest herd of war horses, but later did not notice the protection of the pedigree, the best stallions disappeared, their descendants continued to combine with native horses, gradually absorbed the genes of native horses, became small, became docile, and there was no longer the invincible iron riding of Hantang disappeared in the long river of history.

Wang Ning'an snatched four horses, two mare, six purebred northern horses, if handed to the black man, dedicated to the court, the most likely is to be the emperor and the noble minister's plaything.

Even if sent to the army, the bad horse government of the big Song will make the pony a waste, and the jade becomes a stubborn stone... instead of wasting good things, it is better to put it in your own hands, Wang Ning'an's strength is very weak and his financial resources are very limited, but he is willing to devote his heart and blood to really cultivate a strong cavalry...

He let Liang Dagang look for a hidden valley, as a temporary pasture for horses, he set up a file for four horses, and future generations of breeding should also be archived, breeding, selection, training, breeding... Never sloppy, ten years of skill, the establishment of a thousand riding strong soldiers, this is Wang Ning'an set the goal for himself.

Do not think that a thousand cavalry is very few, and now the great Song can barely be called the number of cavalry, but only ten thousand men, and a thousand professional cavalry armed to the teeth, enough to fight tens of thousands of barbarians.It can be said that this cavalry was established, not only Cangzhou, but even the entire East Hebei Road, will be as stable as Taishan, the royal family also has the cost of discounting and sowingers!

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“What is that bastard doing?Did you swallow the six northern horses?”He put down his pen, rubped his eyes, and asked with a smile.

"Dong On, Wang Ning'an is indeed too bold, according to Zhao Hu's investigation, the royal family's sketch has slipped back to the Wolf Valley, it seems that he still wants to put the horse farm there."

Bao Zhengyi, randomly laughing, "Wild Wolf Valley has just been destroyed, burned out, died hundreds of people, ordinary people do not dare to approach easily, he chose the Wolf Valley, very eye ah!" 」

"Wang Erlang is too big to escape the eyes of adults, do you want to send someone immediately to bring back the horses?"Gong Sun Tse glanced at the tie on the table, it is the bag of black seeds to give to Zhao, the above detailed description of the Cui family case at the beginning and end, and made a list of seized household property, enough to write dozens of pages.

"My lord, if you make up ten northern horses, the court will be rewarded."The granddaughter reminded me softly.

“Hahaha!”Bao Zheng shook his head, "Mr. Gong Sun, there are often thousands of horses, and Bo Le does not often have."BMW Liang sent to the court, it also became a plaything, the old man can be for his own promotion, violent things?"

“How does the Lord know that Wang Ning’an is not a violent object?”

“The old man doesn’t know!”Bao Zheng, with his back, sighed, "But the wolf valley of the war, the royal family's writings can be much stronger than the court's army."

Gongsun Ze inevitably red old face, not only the army, even if the forbidden army, in the face of gold and silver treasure, will not be indifferent.

"They see the horse as heavier than gold and silver, they will be dedicated to raising, if they really let them play out the famous, the old man has his own way!"

The granddaughter, this is to understand, dare to pack black to pick peaches!

Black, really black!

"The old man has no children, and he has no children, and he has no one to read except to seek the country."Bao Black seemed to comfort himself, and picked up the tie again, carefully proofread, sealed with fire paint, handed to his subordinates, and sent to Beijing overnight.

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Within a tall palace wall, there are neat farmlands, which are divided into square small pieces, planted with wheat, millet, rice, fava beans... No less than a dozen kinds of crops, a middle-aged man with his trousers and a sickle in his hand, is harvesting wheat.

His face was white, his eyebrows were thin, he was slightly fat, his long beard was put away with a clip, cut a ridge of wheat, and sweat fell on his forehead.

An old eunuch standing on the side rushed over, rubbed his sweat for the man, and said with a heartache: "officially, it means it has become, but don't be tired of the dragon."

It turned out that this middle-aged man was the supreme of the Song Dynasty, and the emperor's majesty Zhao, that is, Song Renzong, who was well known in later generations - of course, at this time Zhao Qianjun was flourishing, Ren Zong, which was the temple number after death, except Wang Ning'an, only afraid that no one would know.

Zhao Qian smiled, "Chen companion, I did less than half an hour, I was sweating, think of the people, every autumn harvest, all day and night, hard work, busy for a year, but hungry, I am ashamed of the eternal life!" 」

The old eunuch Chen Lin accompanied and smiled: "official family, since the ancient people's livelihood is difficult, it is better."I am now the material Fuminfeng, the people's life is getting better and better, up and down are reading the good of the official family.A family of ten, still unable to take care of, the official family is rich in four seas, the people are hundreds of millions of dollars, is sleepless, but also can not take care of it!"

Zhao Xuan laughed, "Chen companion will give me a heart to eat, just listen to you."

Putting down the sickle in her hand, Chen Lin accompanied Zhao Chen and entered the temple to rest.Men and women weaving, spring planting autumn harvest, as the emperor to take the lead, to be the world's leading example.

Every year in the spring and autumn harvest, Zhao Qi has to work in front of the temple, do some agricultural work, Zhao Chen eats half a bowl of rice more than usual, old Chen Lin looks in the eyes and smiles.

"In the afternoon, there is a pear garden theater."

“Oh, which part?”Zhao Qi was curious.

“It’s the lock.”

Zhao Xuan has a lot of cultural cultivation, on the achievements, in the Song Dynasty of the emperors, second only to the founding of the thin gold body of the dead king.For the opera Zhao Xuan also has a lot of dabble, in recent years, the hottest track in the years is "the legend of the warbble", the talent is beautiful, everyone loves it, but finally Zhang Sheng even abandoned Cui Yingying, but also scolded her as a demon, bad water... Although the woman seduces men, and the ceremony is not at peace, but Zhang Sheng is so ruthless and unscredible.

After listening to Zhao Qi twice, he did not want to see it again, and did not expect a new track today, and he came to interest.

"Mr. Chen, I don't know which big talent's work is this "locked", what kind of story has been written?"

Chen Lin chuckled, "As far as the slave and maid know, the locking lint is made by a teenager, only twelve or thirty-three years old, perhaps younger."

Zhao Chen listened to it, more joy, the Song Dynasty is the era of promoting the child prodigy, five-year-old poetry, seven-year-old composition, young children speak amazing words, not at all strange, but regarded as a star, doubly respected.There were prodigies everywhere, and they all competed to play the court, and Zhao Chen also gave a pair of prodigies in Sichuan not long ago.

It is even more surprising to hear that a young man can do a play.

"Chen companion, writing poetry, or a divine teaching, but the legend, but to see the world, know the human nature, a long heart."If you are afraid of being young, you may not be able to experience three of them, and how can you make a wonderful article?”

Chen Lin slightly bowed his head, "The official said it is extremely, but the strange thing is here, the old slave thinks that it is possible that God sent the baby to the official family, and it is not known!"

“Let’s see how this lock is!”Zhao Chen smiled and agreed.