Dayuan horse, also known as sweat-blooded horse, was produced in the Dayuan Kingdom of the Western Regions. This horse is good in shape, obedient, fast in speed, and is the best among horses. Purebred Dayuan horses are extremely rare in the Dazhou. Dayuan horses paid tribute to the Western Regions are quietly raised by Taipu Temple for the emperor to ride.

Qinglong is a mixture of Dayuan horses and Wusun horses, and is also an extremely rare and good horse in Dazhou. Although it is not as handsome as a white horse, if he can ride the Qinglong for a few laps in Kang'an City... Jiang Erye rode his horse, but his eyes were staring at the Qinglong running in front.

Not only did Mr. Jiang’s eyes shine, but Ya Yin and others are also. Uncle Qiu plotted on his next trip, “Let’s go back to the inn first, then go to the horse market in Hangzhou to buy two horses with good foot strength and rent three carriages…”

Hutie Zhao reminded, "Our greetings have been reduced by half, and two carriages are enough."

Uncle Qiu said happily, "You have to get one more forage to pull the Qinglong. The second master's horse can eat anything, but the Qinglong needs to add alfalfa and buckwheat to maintain its physical strength and endurance. This is what it eats when it is in the horse farm and cannot be replaced easily."

The forage of a horse actually rents a carriage to pull it? Hummel Zhao was dumbfounded, but Jiang Liu didn't find it strange. A good horse is equivalent to a luxury car, and it needs to be maintained with good grass and materials. Therefore, Qinglong not only wants to watch it, but also a real gold-swalking beast.

Even if it is a gold-swalking beast, it will not prevent men from liking it.

Mr. Jiang rode a yellow horse and chased Qinglong back to the city. When he returned to the inn where they settled, the master and servant no longer rushed to go out to the street, but kept leaving the horse to wash. In the end, Mr. Jiang relied on his identity to grab the horse to wash, and the owner of Qinglong, Jiang Ling, stayed with him. His father and brother stayed, and Jiang Liu also stayed with him and handed them a brush.

Mr. Jiang was walking around the green dragon with a brush. His yellow horse stood beside him, chasing Mr. Jiang with its big and black eyes. Jiang Liu felt that her father's appearance was like a scumbag, while the yellow horse looked like a disliked original wife.

After the carriages and horses were ready to set off, Jiang Liu watched the scumbag's father be disliked by Qinglong for a few days and finally turned around and focused on Huang Piao's horse, who had been changed to Desheng by him.

Although Desheng was shorter than the Qinglong and his neck was shorter than the Qinglong, he was also a good horse. Mr. Jiang became more and more interested in it and found that as Mr. Luo said, this horse was easier to use than his legs. So Mr. Jiang became more concerned about it. In addition to browsing his hair personally, he also snatched half of the Qinglong's grass and fed it to him.

Because he became more and more convinced to win, Mr. Jiang rode a horse longer than he took a car while riding an arrow while practicing guns, and shot many goose feather arrows.

By the time they arrived in Quanzhou, it was already July 25th. The old house in the Jiang family in Quanzhou had been cleaned up by Jiang Cai who felt in advance. The old house was not as good as the big house in Beijing, but it was just a two-in-one old yard.

When Mr. Jiang returned to his ancestral home for the first time, he took his children around with great enthusiasm, looking for the marks left by his grandfather and father: the smiling tree planted by his grandfather in the courtyard tripped over the camphor wooden threshold that his father had countless times, and was smashed by his father to pieces and turned into a large water tank that was turned into a fish tank...

After these traces were found one by one, Mr. Jiang developed a sense of belonging to the old house. No wonder his grandfather and father both missed the old house. This is the root of the Jiang family.

After using the meal to wash, Mr. Jiang followed the rules and left his daughter at home, took his son to visit the elders of the Jiang family in Quanzhou, and under their guidance, he worshiped the ancestral temple.

After returning from work for half a day, Mr. Jiang went to see his little daughter who was sleeping before coming out to say to Uncle Qiu, "The patriarch said that the Meng family would come back in mid-June, but they thanked the guest on the grounds that they wanted to study quietly. I don't know why, but he hurriedly left on the third day of the seventh month. Master Yi looked at him, this must be Meng Huizhou's substitute for Meng Sanxun. He was afraid that we would be caught by us, so he hurriedly avoided it!"

Uncle Qiu nodded, "The patriarch didn't say who was the one who came back from the Meng family?"

Mr. Jiang said with regret, "I just said that he was a child of the Meng family and did not register his surname. If he had no intention of thinking, how could they not even dare to report their names? It would be great if they had reported Meng San's name. We were caught by him and see how the Meng family would argue!"

Uncle Qiu smiled and said, "It's okay. Second Master is in Quanzhou and they dare not find someone to impersonate a name. If you can't find someone to impersonate a name, Meng San will not be able to win the martial arts. He can only stand by and watch you envious."

"Well said!" Mr. Jiang waved his fan and laughed.

Second Master, you came back under the name of taking the martial arts exam. If you fail the exam, you will be thrown into your hometown. Uncle Qiu is not easy to say it clearly, and he persuaded him, "If Second Master wants to piss off the Meng family, you can't relax in the past few days."

"I know, it's okay to sharpen my guns in the face of battle. I'm full of sleep tonight and I'll start grinding tomorrow!" Mr. Jiang yawned, "Where is Ling'er, ask him to sleep with me."

Uncle Qiu…

After Jiang Feng, the grandson of Kang'an Jiang Yongming, worshipped at the Jiang family's ancestral temple in Quanzhou, his reputation immediately spread throughout the streets and alleys of Quanzhou City. The big girls and wives in Quanzhou City were competing to see Mr. Jiang Er's beauty. Unfortunately, the women of the Jiang family were just a poor girl. They couldn't go in and disturb her, so they had to stay outside the door and wait to see Mr. Jiang Er.

The next day, everyone stayed until the afternoon, and the gate of the Jiang family opened. When Mr. Jiang, who was even more handsome than the rumor, came out with a gun and rode out, everyone in front of the door was stunned and exclaimed one after another.

Mr. Jiang, who was used to this scene, smiled, "My fellow villagers, I'm here to go to Jiang Feng. Because his home is narrow, he wants to go out of the city to practice riding and shooting. Please ask your elders to give in."

"Wow——" After Mr. Jiang Ershi finished speaking, everyone immediately gave up the passage. Mr. Jiang Ershi nodded and thanked him, crossed the horse and carried his gun through the crowd, and ran out of the city. Before everyone could see it, they followed behind the horse.

However, the hundreds of people watching the fun scared away the next day. Because everyone found that watching Mr. Jiang practice arrows was life-threatening. The girls hiding behind a tree, behind a car or in the corner of the wall were worried about Mr. Jiang: Can Mr. Jiang pass the archery skills like this?

Jiang Liu was not worried at all. She and her brother sat side by side in the pavilion, eating longans that were better than they were in a thousand years later, and watched her father ride a horse and practice arrows from afar.

There are two states when Dad shoots archery. One is to do whatever he wants and go wherever the arrow wants; the other is to draw the bow, buckle the strings, aim, and shoot the arrows. Dad wants the arrows to go wherever he wants. Although he cannot hit the red heart every time, it is rare to get off the target.

When my father lifted the gun after practicing the arrow, the people in the corner immediately rushed over to see him practicing the gun, and cheered him up.

Every time this happened, Jiang Liu couldn't help laughing. Although his father only learned one trick in his shooting skills, he really couldn't choose the posture of picking wooden boards with a gun, just one word: handsome!

Seeing that his father was so handsome, Jiang Liu couldn't help but applaud. Not to mention those little girls in Quanzhou who excitedly held their faces, covered their mouths, pounded trees, and jumped their feet.

"Young master, girls, look, the Meng family has arrived!"

After hearing the wet nurse's words, Jiang Liu turned slowly and saw two carriages coming here on the avenue. There were more than a dozen horse-riding corpses around the carriage, and one of them was a horse-riding servant. This servant with a short black robes and a tired face, Jiang Liu recognized that it was Meng Ping, the manager who was following Meng San.
Chapter completed!