After the horses dissipated heat, the staff put on mosquito suits.

Chen Song asked, "Are there many mosquitoes here?"

Before coming to Iceland, he checked the information and said that there were no mosquitoes in Iceland, but after arriving he found that this was not the case, and most areas were indeed free of mosquitoes, including Reykjavik and Selfoss, and mosquitoes were much rarer than horses.

However, mosquitoes can be found in some geothermally rich grassland areas, and the presence of geothermal energy makes it possible for mosquitoes to pass on to future generations, otherwise mosquitoes and their descendants will not survive the winter, which is the reason why there are no mosquitoes in many places.

Finrich said, "Not much, but you have to be on guard, don't you?"

Horses are delicate, and in order for them to excel in the race, they need to be kept in the best possible condition.

The two chatted together for a while, and there was a horn outside, and Finrich patted him on the shoulder and said, "Man, you go outside to watch the game, I have to take my babies on the journey!"

Chen Song saluted him and said, "I wish you success." ”

This idiom is not easy to translate in Icelandic, and it is difficult to show its verve.

Because he bet 100,000 kroner, he didn't have to buy a ticket, and he could pick a VIP seat.

There are not many people sitting down in the huge racecourse, sparse and sparse, and there are even fewer people in the VIP area, Chen Song took a cursory look and estimated that fifty can survive to death.

This gave him a lot of options to choose from, so he simply went to the first row and stood behind the railing to watch the game.

There was a rostrum in the middle of the race, and a gray-haired old man was standing on it facing the microphone and blowing the horn vigorously, and the video camera gave him the camera, and when the horses entered, the camera turned again.

The race was preceded by a show, and the horses were carefully groomed, with shiny hair and a faint glow in the sun.

They were dressed in costumes and walked into the arena at the command of the rider.

Icelandic horses have two more unique dance steps than ordinary horses, called tlt and skei in Icelandic, both of which are small broken steps, and Icelandic horses are originally small short legs, so it should be very slow to walk small broken steps.

On the contrary, the Icelandic horses were so fast that their bodies barely moved, and they quickly won applause as their little short legs marched rhythmically to the beat of the drums.

Chen Song was lying on the guardrail and whistled, and a rough-skinned white man walked up to him with a beer and asked in English, "Sir, are you a tourist?"

"No, I also have horses. Chen Song replied in Icelandic.

Hearing his fluent Icelandic language, the old man was surprised: "Great southern accent, I like your voice, so you like horse racing?"

Chen Song shrugged and said, "I'm sorry, but this is actually my first time in contact with this event. ”

The old man pointed to the bet slip in his hand and said, "Then you can play big enough." ”

As he spoke, he sighed again: "Actually, when I was young, your single was nothing, at that time the horse racing betting industry was very popular throughout Europe, and now the newspapers say that it is a sunset industry." ”

"No way, this industry has a long history, it has had a glorious era, hasn't it? Now online games are popular, the gambling industry is diverse, and even Americans don't like to bet on horses so much, let alone us here, right?"

Chen Song said casually: "I don't have much interest in gambling, just playing, focusing on participation." ”

"And what do you keep horses for?" asked the old man with great interest.

Chen Song couldn't say that it was for alchemy, so he casually found a reason: "You know, I am Chinese, and now many compatriots come to Iceland for tourism, and I am ready to do their business." ”

The old man said enviously: "Then you are really rich." ”

"Icelandic horses are warriors, they should be on the track, and it's a bit insulting to let them please the tourists," said the young old man, who had just interceded into the topic. ”

"But there are not many people who like horse racing, you see, horse racing takes time, it takes money, it needs a venue, how hard it is to do it?

"But the fun of horse racing is incomparable to online gambling projects, look, how beautiful life is it to watch a horse race with a glass of beer like us?"

"It's a pity that young people don't like it. ”

The two old men chatted, and there was a bit of nostalgia for the past between their words.

After the performance, the racers appeared on horseback in the starting bar, and their images appeared on a large screen hanging on the side of the stands, a total of nine tracks, and they were introduced on the screen.

Quicksilver was in the middle of the race, and it was on track six, and a short and sturdy young man was sitting on his horse, waving around in high spirits.

Chen Song raised the binoculars and looked over, seeing that the young man was very confident.

Confidence proved to be useless, and as the race began, the horses on tracks 1, 4 and 9 quickly took the upper hand.

It was a short-distance race, less than two minutes in total, and watching the horses whizz past him, Chen Song felt that it was quite enjoyable.

It's just that he lost money and made him not very happy.

At the end of the race, two cars drove up, one sprinkler and the other flat, and the dust kicked up by the horses fell as they passed, and the horseshoe prints disappeared.

The competition was round after round, Chen Song bought six competitions, and only two of them won the lottery, he probably calculated how much he didn't lose, and today he spent a little money to buy an insight.

Finrich was reluctant to go, and insisted on inviting Chen Song to lunch.

The town's eating places are concentrated on both sides of the road, and Finrich is familiar with the local area, and takes him to a restaurant with a sign painted with big fish.

There were a lot of diners in the restaurant, and the atmosphere was warm, and some people were wearing a T-shirt like Finrich, so Finrich muttered dissatisfiedly, "Shit, I hate hitting shirts the most." ”

Chen Song looked at him pinching his orchid fingers and felt a little prickly, and he asked in surprise, "Haven't you been hospitalized?"

"No, what's wrong?"

"What's wrong, don't there be uniforms in Iceland's primary and secondary schools?"

"Of course there is, what's wrong?"

"Doesn't the school uniform hit the shirt?"

Finrich blinked his eyes and changed the subject, introducing the restaurant: "This is Mrs. Pelley's restaurant, and their Arctic salmon are great, except that there are very few places to eat them here, because these Arctic salmon live in mineral water beneath the lava fields to the north. ”

Finrich ordered a grilled Arctic salmon and an Arctic salmon sashimi, as well as a hot smoked mackerel, pan-fried lamb tenderloin, and reindeer meat sandwiches, enough to feed the two of them.

Arctic salmon is very fat, and during the roasting process, the pineapple is sliced on the body with a quick knife, and when eating, it is cut off with a knife and eaten by hand, the style is primitive and rough, and it tastes very vigorous.

Finrich suggested that Chen Song should train the horses he raised, and he could take the horses to participate in competitions in the future, not to earn bonuses, but mainly to make a name for himself.

Iceland has a small population, so a little fame can become a nationally known celebrity.

Chen Song accepted his suggestion, he didn't need fame much, what he needed was activities to pass the time, and then he was a master of cultivating immortals, and the horses he raised must be different, and he was going to train a horse to be a legend in the Icelandic horse racing circle.