The rise of the poor

Chapter 233

"Look at a piece of skin from a distance, and look at four hooves up close."

After entering the yard, while tying the black horse, Zhu's father explained to Zhu Pingan how to choose a horse.Of course, Father Zhu had also heard about these things. The old Zhu family had never bought a horse for such a long time.However, it was obvious that Zhu's father had done his homework, at least this dark horse that killed Matt was still very strong.

Mother Chen went to the kitchen to prepare dinner after seeing the black horse. Father Zhu came back early today. After tying up the black horse, he fed the big black cow feed and water. This made the big black cow very proud. He mooed vigorously at the black horse, as if to show off.

Killing Matt's black horse dismissed the big black bull's show off, swayed its ponytail, and circled around the pillars, which seemed to be quite rhythmic.

After feeding the big black cow, the blacksmith in the village came to Zhu's house with a big box on his back. This was the horseshoe that Zhu's father had made an appointment with when he was buying horses in the town.

This dark horse has just grown up and is not yet shoed.Zhu's father thought that Zhu Ping'an was going to the capital to take the exam. On the way, he might have to cross mountains and ridges. Putting horseshoes on the black horse would be more suitable for the terrain. Whether it was a mountain road or a plain, with horseshoes, he could walk on flat ground.

Horseshoes are used to protect the horseshoes. In ancient times, war horses often injured their hooves when they stepped on stones or iron nails arranged in places. Once the horseshoes were injured, the horse almost lost the ability to run.In order to solve this problem, a smart and brilliant person in ancient times invented the object of horseshoe.Horseshoe, as the name suggests, is to wear an iron shoe for the horse.Of course, putting on horseshoes is not as simple as wearing shoes. It also requires a lot of craftsmanship. Most people really can't do it, and only blacksmiths can master it proficiently.

"I made this pair of saddles when I have nothing to do. It's a gift for Ping An Lang." The blacksmith took out a pair of saddles from the box, put them on the back of Shamat's black horse, and then demonstrated some How to fix the saddle.

"Thank you, Uncle Sun, but my nephew can't let you waste your time." Zhu Pingan cupped his hands to express his gratitude, but he still wanted to give money.

Father Zhu is also a real person.He also said that Tiejiang Sun should not be allowed to work in vain, and he had to give money.

"If you have to give it, then I will nail the horseshoe." Tiejiang Sun shook his head and repeatedly refused, insisting on not charging for the horseshoe.

"How can I do that? You have to pay for the materials that should be paid." Zhu's father was helpless.Take a step back.

After Tiejiang Sun declined for a while, he agreed.

Although the Shamat dark horse is a little bit more arrogant, it still feels a bit spiritual. When Tiejiang Sun fixed the saddle for it.This guy just turned his head to look curiously, and didn't put his foot down.

Although this dark horse has just grown up, it doesn't feel repulsive. It should be easy to ride.

Tiejiang Sun's box is like a doraemon's pocket, filled with all kinds of tools, files, nails, and of course horseshoes.Zhu Pingan looked at the horseshoe curiously. The horseshoe has the same name as it looks like a horseshoe. There are seven holes on the horseshoe, three on the left side and four on the right side. These holes are used for nails to fix the horseshoe. of.

Putting on a horseshoe is both a technical job and a physical job. If the skill is not good enough, you will not be able to do it. If you do it mechanically, it will only damage the horse’s hoof. If you are weak, you will not be able to do it. The horse is not like a human being. He does not know how to cooperate. Watching you hold a knife and a hammer It's no wonder it doesn't struggle hard to move its feet.So, if you don't have the strength, you can't do it.Tiejiang Sun was very strong, and with the help of Zhu's father, he finished the work before putting on the horseshoe. In fact, it was nothing but to fix the feet of Shamathei Ma so that his hooves were suitable for putting on horseshoes.

After repairing the feet of Shamate Heima, Tiejiang Sun selected a few horseshoes and threw them into the raw charcoal stove, letting the flames calcine the horseshoes.

Kill Matt Heima looked at all this curiously with its head outstretched.The horse's face was full of curiosity.

This guy was born with a big heart.If it was any other horse, it would have already been kicked.

Tiesmith Sun was very proficient. He beat the horseshoe with a hammer for a while, and then heated it on the coals after it had a prototype. It burned red, and then pressed a seal on the horseshoe. Throwing the hot horseshoe into cold water on the ice, the horseshoe is suddenly cooled under high temperature, which can increase the toughness of the horseshoe and make the horseshoe more durable.

After the horseshoe had cooled down, Tiejiang Sun asked his father to help him lift the horseshoe and put it on the solid frame, and then nailed the horseshoe to the stamped mark with a nail.Of course, this is not simply nailed on, it needs to be nailed at a certain angle, which is strong and does not hurt the horse's hoof.

In this way, all four horseshoes were nailed with horseshoes, and you're done.

Kill Matt black horse curiously stretched out its hooves and knocked on the ground frequently. It seemed to be very comfortable. The four horses' hooves knocked on the ground rhythmically, bouncing back and forth around the stake.

The horse's face is raised high, and the parted horse hair on its head flutters in the wind
A haughty and funny look.

After sending Tiejiang Sun away, Father Zhu also fed some fodder sprinkled with salt water to Shamat's black horse, and the black horse ate happily.

It is said that Shamat Dark Horse is not unfamiliar at all, as if he is familiar with him, and he seems to adapt to this new home as soon as he enters the door. I have to say that this guy has a big heart.

After the big black horse ate some fodder, Zhu's father looked after him, and Zhu Pingan tried to ride on the dark horse by stepping on the stirrups.

Uh, a little heavy.

Shama Teheima turned his head and glanced at the poor creature that could only walk on two hooves on his back, then lowered his head and continued to eat his forage.

After dinner, his mother, Mrs. Chen, made a saddle cushion out of rabbit fur and coarse cloth overnight, so that Zhu Pingan would not have to sit on the cold saddle again in the cold weather.

After making the cushion, the mother, Mrs. Chen, tied the cushion to the saddle with a strap, fixed it, touched it with her hands, found it was fluffy and warm, she put the saddle aside with satisfaction, and let Zhu Pingan sit on it for a try.

"It's so warm, thank you mother."

Zhu Pingan said that the saddle was placed on the stool, and he sat on it and tried it. It was soft, comfortable and warm, and he couldn't help thanking his mother Chen.

In the following time, in addition to reading books, practicing calligraphy, and writing stereotyped theory, Zhu Pingan also had one more daily routine, which was to lead the dark horse of Shamat to practice horseback riding on the gentle hillside below the school.

Before practicing horseback riding, whenever Zhu Pingan had time, he would get in touch with this proud dark horse, feed him feed, feed him water, and stroke his fur.

I have to say that this guy has a big heart.

Every time Zhu Pingan turned over and rode on the black horse, the funny black horse always turned his head to look at it, and then sprinted away. When the black horse slacked its hoofs, Zhu Pingan was a little uncontrollable at first when he pulled the horse's reins Balanced, thanks to the saddle and stirrups it will not fall off.

Speaking of owning such a horse, in modern times, he can be regarded as a car owner, Zhu Pingan stiffly rode on the Shamate black horse and thought to himself, in modern times, he envies and hates the second generation who owns a car. In ancient times, my wish was fulfilled.

"Heck, Zhu Ping'an, you're like a stupid toad stuck to the horse's back."

While Zhu Pingan was practicing horseback riding stiffly, he suddenly heard a lark-like sneer from behind.

(End of this chapter)