Changsheng starts from Tiangang 36

Chapter 53 A Banner of Osmanthus Brew!

"You two young masters, equestrianism is not a martial arts competition, it's just a matter of studying hard and practicing hard, blindly tempering the body to increase strength, and proficiency in martial arts can be advanced. The Erlangs went to battle to kill the enemy, but they entrusted their lives to the horses that sat down.

"Do you think that horses are animals that can be subdued with leather whips and wooden sticks? But you don't know that horses are psychic, and they also know good and evil. number."

In the corner of the racecourse, the old man Tu was reeking of a hangover. He tapped the tobacco rod on the soles of his shoes and slowly filled the tobacco leaves. Drink, wash and massage, wait for the relationship to become familiar, the horse trusts you, it will naturally let you ride and gallop, and cooperate with all kinds of postures, if the two young masters want to learn equestrianism, let's start by feeding the horse!"

"Don't worry Senior Tu, we will take good care of the horses!"

Jiang Li nodded slightly, followed the old man Tu's instructions, walked into the stable with Jiang Xuanxin, fed the horses, and cleaned them up.

"Brother Fifteen, although Old Man Tu's words are somewhat reasonable, but do we really want to raise horses for him every morning?"

Jiang Xuanxin scattered a large bundle of hay in the manger, doubtful: "Why do I feel that he is deliberately instructing us to work?"

"Be confident and get rid of the feeling!"

Jiang Li smiled. He poured soybeans, eggs, various fine feeds, and herbs into the manger, stirred them evenly with a fork, and said with deep meaning: "If you want to learn equestrianism well, you must naturally understand the various habits of horses and build relationships. But if that's the case, horses will only treat you as their own kind, servants, not masters, especially horse kings like Heisha and Zhuifeng, who have no less arrogance in their hearts than humans. Submit and let others control you!"

"Brother Fifteen, why do you still follow Old Man Tu's arrangement?" Jiang Xuanxin was very puzzled.

"After all, we have to start by getting familiar with the habits and temperament of the horse. It's okay to help him take care of it for a while!"

Jiang Li glanced at the old man Tu who was lying on the haystack basking in the sun, his eyes sparkled.

When old man Tu was soothing the black horse, although Jiang Li was far away, he still faintly sensed the fluctuation of qi between old man Tu's palms, generating a shock.

This kind of strange fluctuation containing qi is different from that of a qi meridian cultivator running true qi, and more similar to the Yin God Silver Crow that Jiang Li once encountered.

If his guess is correct, the old man Tu is likely to be a very rare Taoist practitioner, but he doesn't know what kind of state it is.

The four veins of Taoism, martial arts, Confucianism, and qi, Taoism has extremely high requirements on the talent and understanding of practitioners. Just calming down and visualizing can keep most people out of the Taoism.

How can a monk who has achieved a small amount of success end up as a slave in the racecourse?
Half an hour later, Jiang Li and the two cleaned up the stables, and the ten big horses that Old Man Tu was in charge of were also fed, and the latter slowly climbed down from the haystack just now.

After choosing three relatively docile big horses from the stables, the old man Tu briefly taught Jiang Li how to tie the reins, saddles, stirrups and the basic skills of equestrianism, and then led the two of them to ride away from the Hou Mansion, all the way to Shengjing City go outside.

The hangover was still there, and the old man put his hands into his sleeves, and dozed off from time to time on the horseback, looking sleepy and lazy.

Although he would correct the sitting posture of the two of them and the details of riding the horse from time to time, his tone was cold and impatient, and he did not have the posture that a servant of the Hou Mansion should have.

Jiang Li and Jiang Xuanxin's status in the Hou's Mansion was low, and they were used to seeing the slaves of the Hou's Mansion bullying the weak and fearing the hard and stalking others, so they didn't take it to heart, they just concentrated on practicing equestrianism.

After leaving Shengjing City, the two of them had basically mastered the basic skills of riding a horse, and they were able to trot the horse.

The New Year's Eve has passed, and the weather is gradually warming up. There are many more pedestrians and carriages on the official road than in the past few days. Caravans traveling from south to north and escorting goods can be seen everywhere.

The three of them rode their horses along the official road, and unknowingly ran a distance of dozens of miles.

It was past noon, and the three of them were hungry, so they happened to set up a stall with sweet-scented osmanthus wine on the side of the road.

Under the simple wooden shed, there are more than a dozen wooden tables. On the stove, the firewood is burning and the oily smoke is billowing.

"Tu Lao, Xuan Xin, let's go and sit down!"

Jiang Li held the whip in his hand and pointed forward. Before he finished speaking, Old Man Tu, who had been dozing all the way, closed his eyes, clamped his legs, and rushed out with a swish of the bay red horse, heading straight for the food stall.

"This old butcher!"

Jiang Li and Jiang Xuanxin looked at each other, they both shook their heads and smiled wryly, they could only ride their horses to keep up.

When the two came to the food stall, the old man Tu had already sat at a wooden table in a serious manner, and greeted carelessly, "Little Er, serve the wine!"

It was past noon, and there were not many customers at the food stall, including Old Man Tu, there were only four tables of customers.

The waiter sitting on the bench basking in the sun glanced sideways at the shabby and filthy old man Tu, jumped up from the wooden bench as if he hadn't heard the words, and went straight to Jiang Li and Jiang Xuanxin who were riding their horses People greeted them with smiles all over their faces: "Two young masters, please hurry up. The shop has wine and meat. Although it is a bit shabby, the taste is no worse than that of Yuxiao in Shengjing City!"

"Pfft!" Old Man Tu looked at the shop waiter's flattering face, his eyes almost rolled to the sky.

"One roast chicken, one pot of boiled mutton, five catties of sweet-scented osmanthus stuffing, and three bowls of hot noodles!"

Jiang Li sat opposite the old man Tu, threw a piece of silver to the waiter, pointed to the already empty wine bag in the old man's waist, and said, "Fill the wine bag again!"

"Alright, my lord, wait a moment!"

The waiter in the shop took the money and left happily, and served the food and wine in a short while.

"Hey, you have sharp eyes, you know that Lao Tu loves wine!"

Old man Tu tied the wine bag refilled with sweet-scented osmanthus wine around his waist. His wrinkled old face, which had been listless since he left the city, light gathered in his cloudy eyes for the first time. He grinned foolishly, revealing four hollow front teeth .

Jiang Li has never been to the famous Yuxiao Tower, so he doesn't know what a dish worth a hundred taels of silver tastes like, but the food at the roadside stall is really delicious.

The roasted chicken is well-cooked and tastes deep into the bones, and the mutton in the water basin is also fresh and smooth, with a very light smell. It is served with warm stomach-warming noodle soup. In this early spring afternoon, basking in the sun, it is also a picture of prosperity and prosperity.

"Hurry up, let me go quickly, if you can't reach Shengjing City before dark, each of you will receive ten lashes to atone for your sins!"

At the end of the official road, a team walked out of the dusty atmosphere.

More than a hundred Dazhou cavalry in bright and light armor lined up in front and back, driving nearly a thousand ragged and exhausted prisoners of war and a dozen carriages towards Shengjing City.

These prisoners of war were men and women, all wearing heavy shackles and shackles. If they walked a little slower, some soldiers rode forward, beating and yelling with whips.

The carriages in the team were also full of prisoners of war, most of them were old and weak women and children, and occasionally there were those in gorgeous clothes, their faces were full of tears, and they were terrified.

"Feng Qi, take a few brothers over and ask the store for some water. This group of big Luo sticks is walking more and more slowly. If we continue like this, we will have to spend the night outside the city tonight!"

In the team, a big Zhou centurion with a burly figure like a hill ordered in a deep voice.

(End of this chapter)