The mule and horse market for selling livestock is at the western end of the market.

Although it is called the Mule and Horse Market, there is actually no shortage of pigs, dogs, cows, horses, donkeys, sheep, and even chickens, ducks, geese, pigeons, and rabbits.

As long as they are live animals, poultry and livestock, there is nothing that cannot be sold.

Since there are so many varieties for sale, there is no so-called livestock shed, it is just a large open space like a square.

A few steps away, there is a big tree. These trees grow naturally, but they provide convenience for livestock sellers. Many cattle, horses, donkeys and other large livestock go to the tree every time there is a big market.

It's much easier to tie it up than a stable.

Chen Ling pushed his bicycle and walked into the mule and horse market with Guo Baolai. In addition to hearing the sounds of various livestock, there was also the choking smell of livestock urine that hit his nostrils.

Not to mention the strong taste, it's also spicy to the eyes.

"Old Bago, Old Bago..."

After entering the mule and horse market, Guo Baolai clasped his hands and looked around. After finding the target, he shouted and motioned for Chen Ling to follow him.

Guo Baolai took him to find a mule and horse dealer he knew. The mule and horse dealer is similar to an agency. If you give him a few dollars or a pack or two of cigarettes, he will help you find a satisfactory animal.

Soon, the two came to an old man.

The old man has white hair and beard, a wrinkled face, a liberation cap on his head, and a washed-white blue tunic suit. He looks to be about seventy years old, tall and somewhat hunchbacked.

"Isn't this the old man who asked me not to set up a stall in the first place?"

When Chen Ling recognized the old man at a glance, the other party also recognized him.

"Oh, isn't this the guy who sells greenhouse vegetables? I bet you know Baolai."

The old man held a dry pipe in his mouth and said in surprise.

Then he stood up and asked, "Have you sold your cucumbers and tomatoes?"

"You just sold it, why don't you come over and buy an animal before it's all sold out?"

Chen Ling smiled and handed over a cigarette.

"Did it really sell? For five yuan a pound?"

The old man took the cigarette with a bit of disbelief on his face.

Parked next to it was a manure truck with a baffle, which was piled with animal manure.

Guo Baolai poked him with a stick, raised his head and said: "Brother, you don't know, my rich brother sold it for six yuan to a family in the capital. They are not short of money, so they think that the rich brother

The food is delicious, and I even offered to give it a dollar increase.”

"Oh~"

The old man stared in shock: "This is a big deal. This opening is enough to last for three years. No wonder Hardman is beaten. This is a bulging pocket."

Chen Ling and Guo Baolai laughed when they heard this. They bought this pack of cigarettes when they came here, just for the economical consumption of mules and horses.

"Brother, come on, help me, a rich brother, choose an animal?"

The old man put the cigarette in his ear, knocked the pipe in his hand, and said, "Okay, come with me, I will take you for a walk."

"Young man, what kind of livestock do you want to buy?"

"It can be a donkey or an ox. You can buy it to pull carts or plow fields."

Chen Ling replied.

The old man then asked: "You are here to buy a big animal, can you make the decision?"

"able."

Along the way, there were first those selling dogs, then those selling chickens, ducks, geese, and rabbits, then those selling pigs and sheep, and at the very end was a place selling large livestock.

"Young man, you came a little late. After noon, there are fewer big animals. You see, there are only about a hundred donkeys and cattle in total. Let's take a look first."

Lao Ba pointed with his cigarette pole and said.

"Okay, I'll listen to you."

Chen Ling responded, and Guo Baolai walked behind the old man.

Then I discovered that there really weren't many big animals, and there were only a dozen red donkeys, the tallest, strongest, and best-looking ones.

The old man looked at each donkey very carefully, looking at the teeth, touching the body, looking at the hooves, etc., and he looked at all the donkeys.

Then he took the cigarette bag and smoked it silently.

Chen Ling didn't know what it meant and wanted to ask. Guo Baolai winked at him and told him not to worry.

"Boss, tell me who you are in the photo. Are you here to whet our appetite?"

A man selling donkeys couldn't bear it anymore and said directly to the old man.

The old man ignored the man, thought about it carefully, and said to Chen Ling: "Young man, how about a mule? How about we go see a mule?"

Mules are powerful and good at plowing, but they cannot breed. Many people don't want them, so when they reach a certain age, they are sold to slaughterhouses.

"Okay, let's take a look."

For Chen Ling, as long as he can pull a cart and plow the land after buying it, the requirements are not high.

"Hey, don't leave. Why don't you leave? The price is negotiable..."

"You old guy is so unreasonable. How can I be an economist like you? This little brother wants to buy a donkey, but you old guy wants to let others look at the mule..."

The man selling the donkey was a little unhappy.

"Little brother, if you buy a mule and work on it for two years, you will have to sell it for meat if it can't give birth to cubs."

Chen Ling smiled and said nothing.

But the old man gave the man a sideways glance: "A donkey that has been fed with bean cakes and feed looks good, but it is just a good-looking creature. Only such a donkey should be killed for meat."

After saying that, he continued to walk forward slowly, holding up his pipe pole.

Chen Ling handed him two more cigarettes, but he pinned them to his ears and showed no intention of smoking.

Soon, the mule also finished reading.

Chen Ling hadn't done anything yet, but his father looked at him and shook his head, cursing: "These idiots, in the afternoon, they will do this kind of thing."

Then he looked at Chen Ling with a furrowed brow: "Young man, let's not go over there where the cattle are sold. After noon, the animals in the market are not very good, and the good ones have been picked away in the morning."

"You come earlier for the next episode, and I'll pick something that catches your eye..."

Chen Ling thought about choosing an ordinary animal that could pull a cart and plow fields for a short time. He didn't know what kind of animal would be attractive to this old boss.

Thinking of this, I was about to speak when I heard a cow braying from the side.

"Moo! Moo!"

Although Chen Ling didn't understand cow language, listening to the cow's braying, he always felt that it was a bit strange.

Following the cry, Chen Ling saw a half-sized buffalo tied to a large locust tree not far away.

This little buffalo is different from other buffaloes. The fur is rarely white. Except for the brown hooves and gray and white horns, the whole body is white. It looks like it has albinism.

But, it looks pretty white.

At this time, a man wanted to see the cow, but the little buffalo refused to let him see it. It circled around the big locust tree, kept dodging, and screamed in surprise.

When the man came here, the little buffalo ran over there. The man chased after him, and the little buffalo turned around again.

Chen Ling looked interested and said, "This little buffalo is quite beautiful. Let's go over and have a look?"

"Forget it, brother Fugui, that little white cow just looks so rare. It can't pull a cart or plow fields. It can't do anything. It's been driven for several sets and it can't be sold."

Before Lao Ba opened his mouth, Guo Baolai said.

Chen Ling suddenly wondered: "Why is this?"

"This cow is timid and doesn't dare to see strangers. Every time it comes to the market, it hides behind a tree. Whenever strangers come to look at it, it hides everywhere so that no one can see it."

"If the owner forcefully pulls it over, it will immediately start to look like it is something. It will make you poop and urinate, and it will scream like a slaughtered pig."

Guo Baolai explained.

Next to him, Lao Ba took a puff of dry cigarette and followed suit: "I heard people say that white cows are different from other cows. Those bull eyes can see things, and I don't know whether they are true or not. Otherwise, how could I be so scared all day long?
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