Ploughing, camel grain, flour milling, and going to market are inseparable from the company of horses, donkeys, and mules. Grandpa's family kept horses until I was in elementary school. There was a small horse in my hometown, which was used to plow the fields. When I was in high school, my family was mechanized, and it only took a while to open a terraced field. Two years later, after moving back to the county seat, the land was also abandoned.
Grandpa was a grumpy man, and the grumpy man raised a horse that was also grumpy. If you have a big temper, you can't train your horse well, and the horse doesn't follow orders. Once he was really angry, he hit the horse with an axe and hit the horse's butt, leaving a scar.
After a while, the troops came to the market to buy horses. Grandpa drew a pattern on the horse's butt to cover the scar, and told the officer that it was a sign unique to an excellent horse.
It is a mule or a horse to take out and yo, after reading the teeth and touching the bones, there will be a group horse race. I don't know if there was a Mark Six lottery in that era, no matter what the bet is, the fast one must sell well.
At this time, my grandfather played a little trick. After all the horses had started desperately, they still did not move, and waited for the other horses to run a few steps before whipping a few whips. This horse has surpassed all the horses and won the first place in one go, and lived the life of a military horse.
A few days ago, I was playing PS with my classmates and driving a racing car. A classmate took the initiative to let the rest of us run first: "It's too crowded at first to overtake." I immediately thought of this unconvinced military horse.
Of course it's a lucky horse. Some horses are more tragic. In winter, there is a lot of water and ice in some places, and horses are inattentive. If their hooves are not tied to some grass, it is easy to split on the ice. If we really want to split, we must carry forward the humanitarian spirit and solve it directly.
The description is quite optimistic. It is a huge loss if a horse dies in a farmer's family. It is said that horse meat is not delicious, and my own home is definitely not delicious. Thinking about the chickens I raised, I didn't eat a single bite when I killed them, the meat must be stinky.
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