Those who lose money often don't understand, generally speaking, most of the sand washed for the first time is earned.

Some of the large investors may also drive the boat to the middle of the river and directly mine the riverbed.

Dig 5 meters, 10 meters, and then backfill, some people who don't know how to do it, take over other people's two sands, or even three sands, naturally lose no pants.

The equipment of the ancient gold panning method is simple, all of them are made of bamboo and wood, these Zhao Guangming will be able to go in and reorganize, and there are still a few sets of sheds he built, and they can still be used for repairing.

It took a long time to go in, and it would take two or three months to get inside, and the next day, Zhao Guangming took the two of them and began intensive preparations.

Zhao Guangming took the two of them around the city, pots and pans, spices, oil, salt and peppers, knives, hammers, axes, saws, shovels, nails, lime, kerosene, flashlights, dry batteries, all kinds of daily necessities, tools, tarpaulin, etc.

I bought several large bundles of ropes, thick and thin, and a large roll of nylon rope for weaving fishing nets.

I also bought a bag of rice and two boxes of instant noodles.

Zhao Guangming is still very organized, looking at the way he procures materials, he knows that the experience of surviving in the wild must be very rich, and the finished things are bought very little, most of them are tools.

The speed of procurement was very fast, and in the middle of the afternoon, it was almost ready.

Three people, hired tricycles, and ran four or five times.

Look at the big pile in the storeroom.

"How can we bring so many things in? Find a car to pull in?"

"Go, there's no road in there, what kind of car are you calling?" Zhao Guangming replied.

"What then?" Fan Yang asked.

"What are you going to do? ”

"Horseback riding?"

Fan Yang and the lack of a door, they were all stunned, and during the time they came to Kangding, the two of them had long wanted to try it, especially when they saw the herdsmen's saddles and horse ornaments, which were extremely gorgeous.

If you put a Tibetan knife on your shoulder, it doesn't feel too good.

Of course, horses in this era are far less valuable than those of later generations, but a domesticated horse costs about 2,000 yuan.

"Horsebacking, are you going to tell me you have a horse?"

Zhao Guangming pouted: "There are no horses, what do I tell you, come with me." ”

After that, Zhao Guangming took the two of them, from behind the farmer's market, through a small road, to the front of a courtyard.

Before I got closer, I smelled a strong smell of cow dung and horse manure.

There are stacks of grass at the entrance of the courtyard.

There was a red-painted iron door in the front yard with a brass padlock hanging on it, and a small door next to it, locked.

This kind of yard is very common in the pastoral area, the two of them know at a glance that this is a corral, Kangding's cattle and sheep trade is frequent, and there are many cattle and sheep dealers in various places.

A dog barking was heard from a distance, the sound was not loud, and there was a little milky voice, Fan Yang heard it, but it was the barking of a Tibetan mastiff.

And Zhao Guangming actually had a key, took it out and opened the door, went in and looked, there were several houses opposite, covered with thatch, a row on the left, a row on the right, each with more than 10 columns, seven or eight yaks on the left, and sheep tied to two wooden pillars in the middle of the yard.

The row on the right, mostly empty, and the two slots on the far left hold two horses, one red and one black.

Under the eaves, there is a Tibetan mastiff, which should only be three or four months old, but the size is as big as an ordinary pastoral dog, the four-legged bones are thick, it looks like a tiger's head, and it looks quite cute, the black back hair is short and soft, and above the eyes, there is a round, yellow hair like eyebrows.

"Tiger-shaped iron-clad gold. Fan Yang accurately called out the breed of this Tibetan mastiff.

"Do you still have research on dogs?" Zhao Guangming was quite proud, and went up to rub the little mastiff's head.

"You know, how old are you?"

"It's been more than four months. ”

"Can you touch it?"

Fan Yang likes it, the Tibetan mastiff has a single breed, as long as it is not messy and well domesticated, it is very fun.

So he tried to come forward.

Woo...... Woo...... Woo......

The little mastiff was only a few months old, and he already had a bit of a fierce appearance, and when he saw Fan Yang, he bared his teeth.

"I'll touch it again after two more days of familiarization. ”

There was a sound of footsteps in the house, and an elderly herdsman came out of the door, draped in his clothes, and looked sleepy-eyed.

Wearing a jacket, he was sinicized like an old peasant, and when he saw someone coming, he didn't say much, and greeted: "Boss Zhao." "I squatted on the threshold.

"This is Uncle Ram, the boss here, come and get to know me, my two little brothers. ”

"Hmm. The boss only nodded.

Fan Yang also nodded kindly.

Pointing to the yaks on the left, he sighed and asked Zhao Guangming, "Isn't it all yours?"

"Everywhere, the cattle belong to someone else, I only have a few sheep here, well, those two horses are also mine. ”

So saying, he walked to the stable.

The two horses saw Zhao Guangming coming, and stuck their heads out of the stable.

Zhao Guangming patted the necks of the two horses, and the horse's tail was dangling there, Zhao Guangming took off a hair brush and brushed it on the black horse's sideburns.

"Can this be ridden?" the red horse rubbed his head against the missing gate.

The lack of a door suddenly became happy, and tentatively reached out to touch it.

"Pat the horse's neck, you have to call it by its name, Jianggu. ”

"What's the call?"

"If you have to be like me, the horse will know you. Saying that, Zhao Guangming pulled up the reins on the horse's chew with one hand, straightened the horse's head, let the horse's head face him, patted the horse's jaw, and patted the horse's jaw a few times along the thickest part of the horse's neck, and shouted in his mouth: "Jianggu, Jianggu." ”

With a snort, the horse snorted spiritually, and the horse's head was raised a few times.

I also flipped my hooves a few times.

It's like being able to understand people.

"Oh, that's fun. ”

Lacking a door, he also learned from Zhao Guangming's appearance, patting the horse's neck while calling Jiang Gu Jiang Gu.

But Nama obviously didn't buy it, didn't respond, and tried to tilt his head to the side.

"Obedient. Zhao Guangming straightened the horse's head and patted it again, his tone a little more serious.

The horse's head hung down, and it looked more docile.

Zhao Guangming took a dustpan, filled a few handfuls of soybeans, put a little salt in it, and handed it to the missing door: "You feed it, and you will slowly get familiar with it." ”

"Uh-huh. Missing a door nodded repeatedly.

Feed the horse soybeans with a dustpan.

Fan Yang also learned from Zhao Guangming's appearance, and began to pat the horse's neck, the black horse's coat color is brighter than the red one, it looks beautiful, the horse's back is in the position of the person's shoulder, and it feels like it can climb up when it turns over, although it is not tall, but the chest cavity is wide, giving people a feeling of calm and powerful, and it is easy to control.

Unlike the highly ornamental and specially bred high-headed horses of later generations, at a glance, it always gives people a feeling that they can't be cleaned up.

Fan Yang liked it very much at first glance, and some of the wishes in his heart were also hooked.

And who doesn't yearn for life on horseback?

XC horses, Mongolian horses, are truly hardy, hardy, docile, obedient, practical, and extremely humane.