Standing on the wall of thousands of thousands, pine and cypress forest.

Along the gurgling water, the two did not disturb the South American couple who were grazing, and walked into the sky.

"It's cold, Zeng. The surrounding light was dim and the air was cold, so Roger couldn't help but tighten his clothes.

"Hehe, I don't see sunlight here all year round, of course it's cold. Zeng Gong looked at Roger's thin clothes, gloating, who let him not listen to the persuasion when he was leaving.

Fortunately, this line is not long, the two of them speed up, and the distance of one hundred and ten meters is over in the blink of an eye, and the surroundings suddenly become brighter.

The grassland is clear, a blue wash, and the snow-capped mountains that are only a few dozen meters high from the grassland are covered with clouds all year round, and there is a sense of sight that can be touched by raising your hand.

Sure enough, the pasture on the clouds.

In the alpine meadows, the leaves become narrow and long, and the tips are as sharp as needles, but the Piflo cow does not care, it is still leisurely, the thick fur blocks the ultraviolet rays and the invasion of the cold, and the cold water of the lake is like a sapphire set in the grassland, and the cold air is steaming.

Even if the Qinglian Ranch is magical, the trees on the plateau and between the ridges have become sparse, and the cold cypress grows skinny, but it has the unique unruly unruly on the plateau, which is completely different from the cypress trees in other regions. It is scattered among the rocks of the glacial remains on the grassland.

Although it has not yet been announced to the world, the US imperialist government has officially notified Zeng Gong that the cold cypress has been included in the list of plants prohibited from export.

"Zeng, where did you say the wild horse herd is?" Roger was a little puzzled, he had already arrived at his destination, but Zeng Gong had not found the wild horse herd yet, and he couldn't help but become anxious.

"Hehe, isn't that there?" Zeng Gong pointed to the end of the low hills, where wild horses were leisurely grazing on the grass, and the cold lake water was flowing out along a gap in the mountains, and the gentle slope between the peaks became turbulent, and at this moment he faintly saw a few foals scattering joy in the water.

Sure enough, Roger couldn't help but feel a pang in his heart, they were all good horses, all of them were extraordinary and light.

As a rich man of the United States, how can he not have his own racehorse, Roger also has his own racehorse, and he has also won a place in the Triple Crown race, which may be due to luck, that is, he has not won the championship, and every time he races, he is always a little bit close to the champion.

"Zeng, those wild horses, can you sell me one?" Roger couldn't help but itch when he saw a good horse, and he was ready to buy one, even if he couldn't participate in the competition, he could improve the breed.

"That's not good, these wild horses are all Yuhui's subjects or harem, I can't sell them. Zeng Gong shook his head, these wild horses are a symbol of freedom in the Qinglian Ranch. Even if it takes a lot of energy to take care of them, he is willing.

"Aren't your horses thoroughbreds, they're all wild horses here. Decided not to sell, but Zeng Gong still wondered about Roger's purpose.

Horse racing around the world, the most famous is the thoroughbred, other horse racing is much worse, and the horses under the name of many rich people are basically thoroughbreds, and Roger is no exception.

"What's wrong with thoroughbreds, who stipulates that thoroughbred horses must be thoroughbreds, and now the real thoroughbred horses are only Icelandic horses and Arabian horses, because of geographical reasons, they are not mixed with the genes of other horse breeds, and thoroughbred horses are bred through crossbreeding, and then inbreeding a new horse breed, as for the current thoroughbred horses will absorb the genes of other excellent horse breeds, as long as the pedigree is orthodox. Roger smiled and explained that he had done a lot of homework on horse racing, and although he was not as good as a professional, it was more than enough to fool a pure layman like Zeng Gong.

"But I still can't sell horses, but you can bring your horses and let them live with the herd for a while. Zeng Gong suggested.

The wild horses have their own lives, and Zeng Gong will not interfere with their freedom, let alone exchange them for money.

Put it in the wild horse herd? The corners of Roger's mouth twitched, thanks to Zeng Gong's ability to think of it. After thoroughbred horses are bred into racing horses, they live very delicate lives and must be cared for by special people. Their skin is thin, and a midsummer night mosquito bite is likely to turn into a catastrophe.

It's like a pampered aristocratic kid, you let him and the mud-legged people crawl around, even if there is likely to be a love among them, how long can it stay? Ask yourself, even if it doesn't know itself, the living environment has changed, it can't take care of itself, and it has the luxury of expecting anything else?

Poor couples mourn everything, but they don't have to take care of both for love.

"Zeng, it's not a quartter horse raised on your ranch, it's very skinny, and the thoroughbred must have someone to take care of it, otherwise I can't guarantee that it will survive for half a month. Roger said with a wry smile.

"It's so squeamish, I was thinking of building a horse farm and raising some of it, but it doesn't seem necessary. Zeng Gong shook his head in disgust.

Because the atmosphere of horse racing in the United States is very strong, especially the horse racing that is the most talked about among ranchers in addition to ranch trivia, Zeng Gong is itching, and he is even ready to open up a ranch to build a horse farm, and play with the toys of big ranchers and rich people, but he didn't expect that thoroughbred horses are just canaries in cages.

"Don't, Zeng. Roger didn't expect Zeng Gong to have an interest in raising horses, in his opinion, Qinglian Ranch is very suitable for building a horse farm, especially the grass produced by Qinglian Ranch is very popular in a small area in the United States, and even some horses have achieved good results because of the grass of Qinglian Ranch, the most sensational is Dorothy, who won a horse breeder's Cup, originally predicted that it was only three to five, but he didn't expect that the day's race was a sudden rise and defeated many strong opponents.

"If you build a racecourse, how about I can provide professionals and even lobby the rich people in the East to keep the racehorses with you?" Roger lobbied aggressively.

When the time comes, he can get close to the water and get the moon first.

"It's not a small investment. Zeng Gong secretly calculated that there was a lot of money, and the Arab prince still wanted to borrow Yu Hui's seeds. It's just that he doesn't have enough money for this investment.

"Zeng, how about you think this is done?" Roger thought of a compromise. "I give out the funds, and I will make four or six of the annual proceeds until the funds are deducted from the profits, but my racehorses must have permanent residency and be free. ”

Zeng Gong secretly pondered to himself, the idea is not bad, and it is in line with his concept of running a ranch, and the right of permanent residence is not a loss.

"Okay, deal. ”