Chapter 233 The Car Owners
“Looking at a piece of skin from a distance, looking at four hooves up close.”
After entering the yard, Zhu’s father told Zhu Ping’an while tying the black horse. Tips on how to choose a horse. Of course, this is what Zhu's father has heard. The old Zhu family has never bought a horse in such a long time. However, Father Zhu had obviously done his homework, and at least this dark horse seemed to be very strong.
After seeing the black horse, mother Chen went to the kitchen to prepare dinner. Father Zhu came back early today. After tying the black horse, he fed the big black cow feed and water. This made the big black cow He was very proud, but he mooed at the black horse vigorously, as if to show off.
The black horse of Sha Matt looked down upon the display of the big black bull. He swung his horse tail and circled around the pillar. It seemed to be quite rhythmic.
After feeding the big black cow, the blacksmith from the village came to Zhu's house carrying a big box. Zhu's father had made an appointment when he was buying a horse in the town. He made an appointment to come over in the evening to shoe the newly bought horse.
This dark horse has just grown up and has not yet been shoed. Father Zhu thought that Zhu Ping'an was going to the capital to take the exam, and he might have to climb mountains and ridges on the way. Putting horseshoes on the black horse would make it more adaptable to the terrain. Whether it is a mountain road or a plain, with horseshoes it can be as smooth as walking on flat ground.
Horseshoes protect horseshoes. Ancient war horses often injured their horseshoes by stepping on stones or local nails during battles. Once the horseshoes were injured, the horse almost lost its ability to run. In order to solve this problem, a smart and charming person in ancient times invented the horse shoe. Horseshoeing, as the name suggests, means putting an iron shoe on a horse. Of course, putting on horseshoes is not as simple as putting on shoes. It also requires a lot of craftsmanship. Most people can't do it, and only blacksmiths can master it.
"I made this saddle when I had nothing to do. Think of it as a gift to Ping An Lang." The blacksmith took out a saddle from the box and placed it on the back of the black horse. Then he demonstrated some methods of fixing the saddle.
"Thank you, Uncle Sun, but nephew, I can't let you waste your time." Zhu Pingan handed over his hand to express his gratitude, but he still had to give money.
Father Zhu is also a real person. He also said that Sun Tiejiang could not be allowed to work in vain, and he also wanted to give him money.
“If you insist on giving me, then I will shoe the horseshoes.” Blacksmith Sun shook his head and refused repeatedly, insisting on not accepting payment as an excuse for not shoeing the horseshoes.
"How can that be done? The money for materials must be given." Father Zhu was helpless. He took a step back.
After Sun Tiejiang declined for a while, he agreed.
Although the dark horse killed the horse a little bit, and although it looked a little arrogant, it still felt a little spiritual. When Ironsmith Sun fixed the saddle on it. This guy just turned his head to look out of curiosity and didn't give up.
Although this black horse has just grown up, it doesn't seem to be repulsive to people, so it should be easy to ride.
Tiejiang Sun’s box is like Doraemon’s pocket, filled with various tools, including files, nails, and of course horseshoes. Zhu Ping'an looked at the horseshoe curiously. Just like its name, the horseshoe is as long as a horseshoe. There are seven holes on the horseshoe, three on the left and four on the right. These holes are used to drive nails to fix the horseshoe. of.
Horseshoeing is both a technical job and a physical job. If you don’t have good skills, you can’t do it. If you do it mechanically, it will only damage the horse’s hoof. If you are weak, you can’t do it either. Horses are not like humans. They don’t know how to cooperate. Look. It's strange that it doesn't struggle hard when you use a knife, hammer or something to move its feet. So, if you don’t have the strength, you can’t do it. Blacksmith Sun was very strong, and with the help of Father Zhu, he finished the work before shoeing the horse. In fact, it was nothing more than trimming the feet of the black horse to make its feet suitable for shoeing.
After fixing the feet of Sha Matt Black, Blacksmith Sun selected a few horseshoes and threw them into the charcoal stove, letting the flames burn the horseshoes.
Shamat Dark Horse stretched out his horse's head to look at all this with great curiosity. The horse's face was full of curiosity.
This guy was born with a big heart. If it had been any other horse, it would have been defeated long ago.
Tiejiang Sun was very skilled. He picked up the hammer and struck the horseshoe hard for a while. After he had the prototype, he heated it on the charcoal until it burned red, and then pressed it on the horseshoe to make a mark. Seal, and then throw the still hot horseshoe into cold water on 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 cooled down, Ironsmith Sun asked his father to help pick up the horseshoe and place it on the stand, and use nails to press the horseshoe onto the seal he had just made. Of course, this is not just a matter of nailing it on. It needs to be nailed at a certain angle, which is strong and does not damage the horse's hoof.
In this way, all four horseshoes are nailed with horseshoes, and you are done.
Shamat Black Horse was curious and stretched out its hooves to tap the ground frequently. It seemed to be very comfortable. The four hooves of the horse tapped the ground rhythmically, bumping and bumping, walking back and forth around the wooden pile.
The horse's face was raised high, and the partial hair on its head was fluttering in the wind
It looked like a arrogant and funny horse.
After seeing off Tiejiang Sun, Father Zhu also fed the Black Horse some fodder sprinkled with salt water. The Black Horse ate very happily.
Speaking of which, there is nothing strange about Shamate Dark Horse at all. He seems to be familiar with it. He seems to have adapted to this new home as soon as he walked in. I have to say that this guy has a big heart.
After the big black horse had eaten some fodder, Zhu's father looked after him. Zhu Pingan tried to ride the black horse with stirrups.
Well, it's a little heavy.
Shamat Black Horse turned his head and glanced at the poor creature riding on his back, which could only walk on two hooves, then lowered his head and continued to eat his own fodder.
After dinner, mother Chen made a pair of saddle cushions 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, mother Chen tied the cushion to the saddle with a lace, fixed it, touched it with her hands, and found that it was plush and warm. She put the saddle aside with satisfaction and let Zhu Sit on and try it safely.
“It’s so warm, thank you mom.”
Zhu Pingan put the saddle on a stool and sat on it to try it out. It was soft, comfortable and warm, and he couldn't help but thank his mother, Mrs. Chen.
In the following time, in addition to reading, practicing calligraphy, and writing eight-legged essays, Zhu Pingan also had another daily routine, which was to lead the dark horse to the gentle hillside below the school. Practice riding a horse.
Before practicing horse riding, Zhu Pingan spent every moment he had time to communicate with this arrogant and funny black horse, feeding him feed, water and stroking his hair.
I have to say that this guy has a big heart.
Every time Zhu Pingan turns over and rides on the black horse, the funny black horse always turns its head to look at it, and then kicks off. When the black horse kicks off, Zhu Pingan pulls the reins of the horse. It was a little difficult to control the balance at first, but thanks to the saddle and stirrups, I wouldn't fall off.
Speaking of having such a horse, if you look at it in modern times, you can be considered a car owner. Zhu Ping'an stiffly rode on the black horse and laughed at himself. In modern times, people are envious and jealous of the second generation people who have cars. In ancient times, my wish was fulfilled.
"Kick, Zhu Pingan, you are like a stupid toad stuck to the horse's back."
Just as Zhu Pingan was practicing riding a horse stiffly, he suddenly heard a lark-like sound The sarcastic laughter came from behind. (End of this chapter)