SFS Chapter 610: A Happy Life with a Fast Horse and a Steel Knife
Chapter 610: A Happy Life with a Fast Horse and a Steel Knife
He who does not cheat others after losing is a real man. Zhao Daxi said quickly: "Old hero, please eat first before you leave."
"No, I'll come back to challenge you after I recover from my cold."
Mr. Jin's eyes narrowed into slits due to his laughter. This man wanted to take the opportunity to become famous, but he didn't expect to be knocked down by a punch.
Liu Xialian pointed at Da Niu next to her and said, "If Zhao Daxi loses, I will let Da Niu take over. He will be exhausted to death from the round-robin battle, so it is impossible for him to succeed in challenging the opponent."
The performance lasted for a whole morning, and then the leaders went back and invited Mr. Jin and Mr. Gu to go to the guesthouse, but they did not go and stayed in the school.
When Mr. Jin saw that there was actually cooking training, he was also shocked: "Does this mean that every warrior needs to be able to cook well?"
"We provide training in cooking and driving, so that students can have a skill when they enter society and won't go hungry."
Principal Guo accompanied Mr. Jin to have tea and chat. Seeing that it was getting late, Liu Xia Lian took Mr. Gu to her uncle's clinic. They had made an appointment long ago. They arrived and waited for a short while before seeing Mr. Gu. After Liu Xia Lian went out, only her uncle and Mr. Gu were left in the clinic.
When I felt my uncle's pulse, I found his brows furrowed.
"Kidney deficiency, excessive drinking and sex, liver cirrhosis, I should calm down at my age."
Mr. Gu coughed violently, feeling embarrassed.
"Doctor, you must have made a mistake. I have liver cancer, not cirrhosis."
"It's definitely liver cirrhosis, but it's not irreversible. I'll prescribe seven days of medicine, but medicine alone won't work. Ask Xia Lian to find you a place in the village that's close to the woods. Go walk in the woods every day. The liver belongs to wood, so you can recover a little by borrowing the vitality of the trees. Be sure to drink less alcohol, and try not to smoke."
"Okay, okay." Mr. Gu was a little shocked. Could it be that his liver cancer was cured? He clearly remembered that he had developed fatty liver, cirrhosis, and liver cancer. How come the liver cancer was gone now?
Mr. Gu came out and asked his entourage to go to the pharmacy to pay. The seven-day medicine was still very expensive, thirty-five yuan, which was equivalent to one month's salary here.
"Xia Lian, your uncle asked you to arrange a place for me with a forest so that I can get in touch with the forest more."
"That's okay, no problem."
"I'm bored alone, let's ask Mr. Jin to come along."
The two had very few followers, two for each. They drove directly to the Blueberry Garden Horse Farm in Lijiatun with two cars under the protection of the county.
The horse farm is surrounded by a blueberry garden, and opposite is a black pine forest. Two snowfalls have occurred and the pine forest is full of snow, but there is no snow on the racetrack yet.
Eagles were soaring in the sky, and several nimble riders were actually flying across the track on their Arabian horses. Yes, they were flying, and the speed was incredibly fast.
Mr. Jin's eyes lit up: "Isn't that red horse Guo Jing's little red horse?"
"That's a Ferghana horse, but it should be much bigger than Guo Jing's little red horse, weighing more than 800 kilograms."
The horses in the stable were as fierce as dragons and tigers, and Herod screamed.
Mr. Jin actually wanted to ride it, but after thinking about it, he never said anything.
Liu Xia Lian also saw it: "We have a carriage here, and two white jade-like trotting horses that are very suitable for pulling the carriage."
Zhao Hua pulled out the four-wheeler and harnessed two white trotting horses. The two horses had very good personalities, not as violent as the Ferghana horses. Liu Xialian drove the car herself, while Zhao Hua protected Mr. Jin and Mr. Gu. The horses walked very slowly, just a little faster than running.
The huge blueberry garden was covered in snow, looking particularly beautiful. Pheasants not far away made cackling sounds from time to time.
Xiaoqing No. 1 Costin landed on the carriage. Mr. Jin sighed: "This is what we call life. In comparison, what we call Hong Kong City is nothing but survival."
Zhao Hua was speechless. Everyone has their own suffering. The common people here have just had enough food to eat only a few years ago.
Mr. Gu stood up holding the handrail and said, "Steel swords and fast horses make for a happy life. Mr. Zhao, can I learn to ride a horse?"
"Horse riding is a very dangerous sport. Sir, you are more suitable for running or strolling."
"I'm only sixty, not that old. I want to learn how to ride a horse. Besides, I have to prepare for my funeral some time ago. I've died once, so why should I be afraid of any danger?"
This old man is really troublesome. He insisted on learning to ride a horse. He had no choice but to go back to the stable. Liu Xialian pulled a white trotting horse for him. The horse walked in small steps without shaking. Zhao Hua led the horse and let Mr. Gu ride it for a while. After all, he was not healthy. He rode for about 20 minutes and came back, saying that it was very exciting.
Mr. Gu got off his horse and suddenly remembered something: "Oh, by the way, I still owe Liu Xialian 50,000 yuan."
Liu Xialian didn't hesitate and took the money directly: "I'll take this money and donate it to my hometown in Shandong to build a primary school for the village."
Mr. Jin smiled and said, "Good things come in pairs. Count me in. Although I don't have any money, I can write a draft. I will also donate 50,000 yuan."
"No, no, it won't be needed. Fifty thousand yuan is enough for a primary school in our village. Uncle Jin, keep the money. I never take money for no reason."
Mr. Jin picked up his pen and quickly wrote a check for fifty thousand yuan: "Pay it first. When I need to see a doctor, this will be the consultation fee. People who eat grains and cereals will inevitably get sick."
Liu Xia Lian didn't want it, but she couldn't resist Mr. Jin's constant giving.
"Okay, then I'll keep it and make lunch for the poor kids in the martial arts school. Fifty thousand yuan will last a long time."
That night, Mr. Jin and Mr. Gu stayed at the horse farm and kept the Arabian horses company.
The next morning, Liu Xia Lian suggested that Mr. Gu move to a new place to live, to a chicken farm. This small farm next to a blueberry garden was home to more than a thousand big red roosters.
Mr. Gu just feeds the chickens, and when he has nothing to do, he goes for a walk in the woods or goes to the stable to ride horses.
He couldn't ride a wild horse, but there was a trotting horse that Mr. Gu got along very well with, and he could ride it for a distance on his own.
As for Mr. Jin, he did not stay long. He was a well-known person in Gangcheng and his family was wealthy. He returned to the provincial capital the next day, then went to Beijing, stayed there for a day, and then took a plane back to Gangcheng.
That afternoon, Liu Xia Lian called her uncle.
The uncle seemed very happy: "Hey, Xia Lian, what's the matter?"
"Are you drunk again?"
"Hey, Wuzhuang Village heard that you want to build a hawthorn, apple, and yellow peach base, and they insisted on asking me to drink. They also want to build a thousand acres. The villagers are afraid of poverty and hope that you can open the cannery as soon as possible."
"I plan to donate a school for my fellow villagers so that the children can go to school in the new school building, learn knowledge well, and contribute to the four modernizations in the future."
“How much do you plan to donate?”
"Donate fifty thousand."
The uncle was surprised: "Fifty thousand, did I hear it right? There are only about a hundred students in our village. Why do we need so much money to build a school?"