The graze-eating horses grow fat slowly and are not easy to grow to the largest size unless they are gifted. It is obvious that none of the ancestors of this group of Sharmas are gifted.

Therefore, after eating it for a few days, I mixed the salted feed of duck eggs, and I still remember to feed carrots and apples every day. After a few days, these guys began to gain weight.

According to the estimates of the horse-raising people in the Yong family, the weight of these horses should be increased by another 10%, or even 20%, which is a very exaggerated increase.

You should know that the weight of these horses has reached one ton, or close to one ton. If it increases by 20% to 1.2 tons, to be honest, the super Mongolian horse weighing 600 kilograms is the son level compared to this kind of horse.

You should know that a normal Mongolian horse is only about 300 kilograms. After the essence of heaven and earth is alienated, the top breed is already the top breed.

If it is not considered human in nature, it is really about body shape and combat effectiveness. A war horse of 600 kilograms collided with a war horse of 1.2 tons. This is a completely competitive relationship between two orders of magnitude.

Therefore, Yong Kai didn't care about the investment of concentrated feed for horses. He could eat 15 kilograms of concentrated feed a day. He was afraid of nothing. What's the point of being afraid of 15 tons of feed? The entire Murmansk Oblast is the territory of their Yong family. Although he didn't farm well last year, there were more than 2,000 tons of various grains prepared. Besides, it will be spring soon. When he is full, he will work for me.

"Let the Wrangler take good care of these war horses, feed more apples and carrots in the underground cold storage, set out to feed them strongly, don't send them over and drop them to a ton." Yong Kai said very generously, "Isn't it just feed? In the past, the top war horses ate better than humans, but now they are full and eat the same as humans. What's the fear?"

After Chen Xi appeared, the top war horses ate the same food as humans. This is not to say that Chen Xi abused the war horses, but because their living standards have been greatly improved...

Yong Mao nodded, OK, the head of the family has issued an order anyway, so he will execute it.

"Go and feed the horses well. In the future, our Yong family can also play a good breeding base. By the way, if you have time, you can build a horse farm. Don't end up discovering that this horse is not our Yong family's." Yong Kai reminded Yong Mao, who was about to run away.

After all, in this era, and nearly 1,500 years later, top war horses are the symbols of great nobles. Just like the top sports cars in later generations, it is very difficult to buy.

The Yong family built a horse farm in the winter, then caught wild horses in Eastern Europe and stuffed them in, pretending that their family had built a breeding base for good-bred horses. As for whether they believed this or not, anyway, the Shifang horses were cultivated by their Yong family in the future.

The Yong family has embarked on the route of regular horse raising, which is not a big deal for other families. After all, for now, a family that has never seen such heavy war horses can really imagine that a creature like a horse can grow to such a strange level.

To be precise, people living in Asia will fall into suspicion when they first see this kind of horse-lifting, because it is beyond their cognition. The Yong family’s current idea is to put their own marks in this cognition. In the future, they will be tied to this kind of war weapon, so that even if they don’t go out, other families will not forget theirs.

When the Yong family intercepted the war horses carefully cultivated by the Celtics in Great Britain, Princess Qinghe's wedding date finally arrived.

The Kushan people who did not appear in front of Li Jue and others also appeared one after another.

"Oh, isn't this Fu Ward?" Li Jue's three brothers had been squatting aside before, pretending to be a little hooligan. After Fu Ward appeared, the three brothers jumped out of the flowers and surrounded Fu Ward. It's been so many years, and they haven't been beaten to death every time, and this time they have been surrounded.

"Li Jue, Guo Si, Fan Chou." Fu Ward pressed his sword and looked at the three people surrounding him, his eyes were cold. Compared to Fu Ward, who looked at Li Jue and the other two with respect, after experiencing a tragic defeat, Fu Ward's eyes for Li Jue and the other two changed a lot.

"Fu Ward, you are so lucky. The three brothers freed up their hands and chased you and chopped them. They had been chopping for more than a year, but they hadn't killed you yet." Li Jie looked at Fu Ward with a smile, without any panic because of the other party's behavior of pressing the sword.

"You will not be so lucky next time." Fu Ward sneered and looked at Li Jue and the other two.

"Hehehe, the other two brothers may be average, and their luck is very good." Fan Chou said with a smile, taking out the Wenwang Bagua from Li Jue's arms, "Do you understand what this is? This is the Wenwang Bagua, a symbol of the fortune of heaven. Fighting with us, sooner or later, the coffin will be prepared."

Guo Si and Li Jue looked at the gossip of Wen Wang in Fan Chou's hands and were a little weak, but in the end they didn't say anything, and they all waited for Fu Ward to say.

Fu Ward looked at the gossip of King Wen taken out of Li Jue's arms, and faintly felt a sense of obedience from the above, and his eyes could not help but narrowed.

If someone else said that this thing was the Gossip of King Wen, let alone whether Fu Ward believed it, after all, the Great Yuezhi also came out of the Han cultural circle, and there was a clear idea of ​​the high-end things like the Gossip of King Wen. Ordinary people would definitely not get the real thing.

Therefore, even if the three fools have a high status and get rare genuine products, it is absolutely difficult for outsiders like Fu Ward to recognize this as a symbol of the fortune of the way of heaven as Fan Chou said.

However, the gossip of Wen Wang that Fan Chou took out, the natural sense of obedience of heaven and earth is not a joke. In addition, Fu Ward was really beaten by the saints to help me, and tens of thousands of elite soldiers were beaten like this. Seeing that there was a faint atmosphere on this thing, it was inevitable that there was some doubt. After all, humans are habitually finding reasons for themselves.

After all, compared to being hammered by an opponent who has been stalemate with me for more than a year, if I believe that I am hammered by the relics of a saint, I can be more psychologically accommodating.

Therefore, Fu Ward looked at Sansha with dissatisfaction, "Hmph, if you three hadn't used the relics of the saint to strengthen their own fortunes in heaven, how could I be defeated by you?"

"Being able to get the relics of the saint is also a kind of ability. If you don't agree, you can get one." Fan Chou laughed and mocked, "You don't know how lucky we were at that time. If you go anywhere, someone will inexplicably stand up to help, fight with the three brothers, and wait for death."

As he said that, Fan Chou weighed the gossip of King Wen in his hand, "I will kill you next time. The three brothers are waiting in the Karakum Desert, and I will definitely kill you next time."

After saying that, Fan Chou shook his hand proudly and left, and Li Jue and Guo Si also followed Fan Chou. Originally, the three brothers were usually mainly Li Jue. After all, Li Jue was the only smart person among the three fools, or Guo Si was the most capable person among the three brothers.

However, Li Jue and Guo Si had something to do in their hearts. After all, in the hearts of the two brothers, the Wenwang Gossip has been ruined by the two of them. They really can't be as slutty as before, so Fan Chou became the leader in this matter. Although the two brothers were cowardly in their hearts, they didn't want King Wenwang Gossip.

Fu Ward's face turned pale, and he still didn't speak in the end. Then several Kushans came over and patted Fu Ward, signaling the other party not to care about the other party's influence.

"That thing looks a bit magical, but is it really as strong as the other party said?" The Kushan man who ran over to spy on military affairs said in a low voice to Fu Ward.

"The normal thing is that way now. When I really started, Li Jue inspired King Wen to gossip and activated the saint help me mode. It was very strong. Heaven and earth naturally catered to his every move. My personal guards are the top legion of the Imperial Guard level, and there are no less than three talents in the desert. However, the other party took over the attacks under my command in that mode." Fu Ward breathed and said helplessly.

That is really impossible to beat. It was not so miserable. In Fu Ward's impression, even if his camel cavalry is not as good as the Xiliang Iron Cavalry, he would never end up in the desert battlefield. The reason why he lost so miserably is that it is because the saint helped me with the model too strong.

"Is that strong?" Kushan, who was standing beside him, took a breath and cool air.

"We have also taken action before. The Western Liang Iron Cavalry has three talents, but it has no crushing advantage over our army in the desert." Fu Ward explained casually, "That time is completely different."

Suddenly, a group of people looked at the King Wen who was constantly throwing up the gossip on Fan Chou's hands and looked much more serious. This world has already cherished the power of the three-day empowerment to form blessings.

"That thing may be a strange thing inherited from the Han Empire." Another Kushan man spoke, then looked around and said in a low voice, "Just like the golden eagle of the Huns' tent, this kind of thing cannot be made, it is equivalent to a carrier of belief."

Soon the rumors about the Wen King's gossip in Fan Chou's hand were spread. Because of the words of Fu Ward, everyone took a lot of attention to this thing.

"Old Fan, please lend me the gossip of King Wen. Someone wants to open his eyes." Wan Peng said helplessly. The heads of several families in Guanxi found him and wanted to open his eyes. After all, he is very different from lonely people like Sansha. After all, Fufeng Wan is a serious founding marquis. Sometimes he can't hide his face when he is in this circle.

Wan Peng used to not pay attention to this, but later he inherited the family business and found that as long as he stayed in this circle, it was impossible not to talk about this. Just like this time, Wan Peng was helpless.

"Give it." Fan Chou pulled out the gossip of King Wen from Li Jue's arms and handed it to Wan Peng.
Chapter completed!