MTL - Mixed In the United States As a Local Tyrant-Chapter 13 Cowboys can't live without mounts

  Chapter 13 Cowboys can’t live without mounts

  In the evening, An Feng carried a laptop and put it on the kitchen counter, intending to learn how to cook some steaks following the teaching content in the video. Old John came in with a plate, and seeing An Feng wanting to watch the video and staring at the frying pan, he said with a smile, "Hey, boss, look what I brought you?"

"Roast lamb?" An Feng wiped his hands and took the plate handed over by Old John. The pure charcoal roast lamb, sprinkled with pepper and cumin, exudes a strong fragrance. After taking a bite, it is oily but not greasy , The gravy is delicious, swallowed in the stomach, the mouth is still full of aftertaste. He gave a thumbs up: "Great!"

  Old Yue said: "This is some mutton sent by the old cowboy Mark. We roasted a few. Seeing that Miss Stanwell is not here, I guess you will be hungry."

  He said this, as if he couldn't cook... An Feng hurriedly went to turn over the burnt steak, well, it was indeed a little off the heat. He finally gave up and ate the mutton with homemade vegetables soaked in water, and asked Old John about the sheep.

   "Free-range lamb?" An Feng asked.

"The quality of the meat will be better this way." Old John said, "Mark also has a few sheep at home, and occasionally kills one and can eat it for half a month. If you are interested, we can enclose a small piece of land and raise it, and it doesn't take much Space, usually let a few permanent workers feed some pasture."

An Feng's eyes brightened. Anyway, his own land is huge, and the grape planting only takes up about 300 acres. The rest of the land is just enough to raise some cattle and sheep. Lehe, it is commonly known as "local goods" in China, and it is not delicious. up. "Old John, go buy some sheep if you have time."

  Old John smiled and agreed.

  An Feng feels that his vineyard is really wonderful, with sheep and dogs, and he also bears the name of a cowboy. Where can a cowboy not have his own mount?

  The next day I told Joanna about the matter, and she promised to leave immediately.

  Driving a convertible Ferrari, she was running on National Highway 101 in a unique style. Joanna tied her hair up and wore a small coat to look youthful. Listening to her talking about raising horses, she laughed all the way.

  There are not many convertible cars on the road, and Joanna said that most of them are for tourism. "This is not the best route. The section from SLO to Highway 1, which leads directly to Monterey, is the most beautiful road in the United States, surrounded by mountains, full of sea and sky, and lush greenery."

   "I've heard about Highway 1, which runs along the coastline the whole way, with the Pacific Ocean on one side and mountains on the other, sounds like a great idea!"

   While chatting, I walked straight all the way, went north from SLO to northern California, followed the directions of the navigator, and entered one of the cities in Santa Clara County. An Feng felt it was very strange. The translation usually gave XX city in XX county, which was different from the expression of XX county in XX city in China. He misunderstood many times.

  Didn’t stay in the city, went out, went around the mountain path, and went “off-road” for a few hundred meters before arriving at the racecourse.

  After An Feng stopped the car, he immediately checked whether there was any scratches on his car. There were potholes and repairs on the road just now. Fortunately, it was daytime, and he raised the chassis, but he also drove with fear. If you can't see clearly at night, the sports car with such a low chassis may have to hang up.

   "It seems that the United States also has a bean curd sea sand project." An Feng muttered and Joanna walked into the racecourse. The boss had been waiting for a long time.

The horse farm is not big, with more than 40 acres, but the conditions and equipment are very good. There are five standard stables, two racecourses and two horse training fields, and a special hay barn. A variety of knight supplies, very professional.

  Joanna is in charge of talking to the boss, and An Feng plays the role of foil. From his point of view, every horse is very good, tall and beautiful... Besides these, is there anything else? Joanna had tutored him before coming, and they mainly bought warm-blooded horses this time.

  Hot-blooded horses are difficult to tame, and they are mainly used on the track. Cold-blooded horses are hardworking and generally used as farm horses. Warm-blooded horses are hybrids of the two, used for riding, performances, and equestrian sports. Following Joanna, she was not too dirty at all, checking carefully one by one.

"First of all, check the length and shape relationship between the large structures of the horse's head, neck, shoulders, back, and limbs. It is good to have a moderate proportion." Joanna taught An Feng on the spot, pointing to one of the black Quarter Horse, "Like this horse, the neck is a little thin."

"It also depends on the joints of the horse's body. A compact structure is better. Carefully check the horse's limbs, joints, hooves, etc., and be careful not to be disqualified or damaged." Joanna said, and eliminated another horse. An Feng felt that Nice horse. If you come to buy it yourself, you will definitely be cheated.

  After Joanna ordered a few horses to choose from, she led the horses for a walk, observed whether there were sports injuries through movements, pressed and pressed various parts of the horses with her hands, observed the reactions, and judged the temperament. After a complete set of professional procedures, even the owner of the racecourse admired it.

  An Feng admired it, but fortunately he brought an expert over. See how you cheat me, a profiteer? After spending a lot of time screening, Joanna's candidate list came out. Five horses were included in the list. They were of different colors and heights, but they all looked mighty.

  Then his tyrant personality broke out, and he said, "Then buy them all."

Joanna shook her head straight after hearing this: "No, the batch I selected are all good horses with pedigree certificates, and it is best to have a dedicated owner to take care of them one-on-one. If you choose all at once, the good horses will not get enough care and sports, in the stables it only breeds a bad temper and ruins the talent."

  An Feng didn't expect to be so particular about it, so he had no choice but to go up to check these horses one by one, they all looked good, and he didn't know which one to choose. Looking around, he suddenly met a pair of big eyes. Looking closely, it was a bay-colored horse with a big face facing him and a snorting nose.

An Feng stepped forward, stretched out his hand and gently touched its head, the soft hair brushed across his palm, maybe it was itchy, the horse's head shook, trying to find something to rub against, An Feng scratched it, smiling Withdrawing his hand, he nodded to Joanna: "This is the one, I think it likes me."

  Joanna looked at it: "A bay-colored Andalusian horse, a rare color, four and a half years old, 165 cm tall, muscular and strong, not bad!"

  Then, An Feng pointed to the remaining horses and said, "Joanna, you can choose one too."

   "Me?" Joanna pointed to herself in surprise.

   "You know that I don't have this skill. Watching horses depends entirely on feeling. You are better at it. Do me a favor."

   "Then I chose." Joanna immediately fell in love with a brown Arabian horse. An Feng found that she had been in contact with this horse the longest just now, and there was love in her eyes. It was up to her to choose, and it really was it. Looking at the information in the owner's hand, it is more than five years old, and its father has won good rankings in some small equestrian competitions. Considering its height, it seems to be quite suitable for Joanna.

  The two horses are not cheap, and the parents have good genes. Considering the size of the stables at home, and when family and friends would come to play in the future, he asked Joanna to choose three groomed quarter horses, which cost more than 30,000 yuan.

  After choosing the horse, the cowboy still had to be without equipment, An Feng went to the shop of the racecourse.

  He prefers the Western style, so he chose an exquisite handmade saddle, dark red, with beautiful hand-carved paintings on both sides. Although the price of handicrafts is twice as high as that of ordinary saddles, he thinks it is worth it. I also bought a complete set of high-grade leather bridles, water reins, riding whips, helmets, vests, riding boots and other riding supplies. Finally, the boss also gave me a silver belt buckle, which is western style and has a special feel.

   "Joanna, do you have anything else to add?" An Feng asked the experts around him. Joanna added some items that An Feng hadn't thought of, such as belts, leggings, and cleaning supplies for the stable. Based on the specifications of five horses, a complete set is not cheap.

No wonder it is said that equestrianism is an aristocratic sport. In less than half a day, I signed a check for 120,000 US dollars, which is equivalent to half a Ferrari, and this is only an elementary level. I want to raise a purebred racehorse , It is impossible without tens of millions.

  (end of this chapter)