"What a nice weather, it's really good to come out and watch the horse races. Well, welcome to the racecourse, today we have prepared a lot of exciting races for you, and there are also many well-known horses that will appear on the track, such as the Rainbow Field, the American Orthodox and so on.

Now, now that the first race of the day is about to begin, I would like to introduce you to the horses that will be entering this race."

When the narrator said these words, he felt as if he hadn't woken up, and he didn't have the way Zhang Chi saw the narrators on TV howling at the top of their throats.

This racetrack is not famous, there are many racetracks in the United States, but only a few of them are famous, and besides, not all racetracks have the money to update their equipment and do anything modernized. You have to have money, and the premise of being rich is that you have to have the support of the population, and how can you compete with some big racecourses for funds with a small population like this.

Like the racetrack where Zhang Chi went today, it is not famous, and it has not run a horse that has made the blood of horse fans all over the United States rush.

Of course, there are still G1 racing horses, but they are all not very influential racing horses, and none of them are as famous as cross-sea biscuits, secretariats, etc., even if they are not half.

Zhang Chi listened to the narrator's chatter while looking at the position of the entrance, where all the horses would appear one after another.

"The first horse from Furlong, whose sire is the famous local war-torn horse. Grandfather was also an excellent racing horse, the Honda Beacon ......".

As soon as the narrator uttered a word, a chestnut horse came out of the entrance, and its jockey sat on horseback and drove his horse slowly into the racecourse.

The horses may still be a little nervous, constantly playing with their heads, and the front hooves are beating one after another.

"The second horse comes from Frisen, his sire is the Indens, his grandfather is also a famous horse spinning dance, I don't need to talk about the achievements of the spinning dance, I want to mention that it is more successful in the field of breeding, its children are not dazzling, but the grandchildren are famous horses, everyone should pay attention to this horse today, one of the big excitements of winning the championship in this race."

"The third horse is from ......, Minnesota".

As the commentators report one by one, the horses and their riders begin to appear.

Zheng Bohong smiled and said to Zhang Chi: "It's quite like it, and it's a big excitement to win the championship, it's just a group of novice horse races, listening to him blow it like Ken Hit Ji Da Pi, it's interesting."

"Watch the game well, why do you talk so much?" Zhao Yue was a little dissatisfied.

She is not a horse fan, but she just wants to scare her friend, for no other reason.

A few people were chatting, and suddenly heard the narrator introduce Silly Damu.

"The eleventh appearance is Silly Big Wood, the name is a bit strange, very similar to the guy we shot in the middle, but this is not that guy, this is Chinese, which means silly and cute big wood linden."

Oh, I love Chinese, to be honest I have been learning Chinese, because after learning Chinese I may not do the work of a commentator, ready to go to China to live, I heard that there is a lot of chaos at night, money grabbing fights are staged all the time, my God, I fight very well.

Howling, shooting".

It may be that the commentator thinks he is quite humorous, but Zhang Chi and others don't think that some Americans always like to talk about China. In fact, I don't know about my fart, and I haven't been to China, but I just think about it with my ears, and I portray China as a dictatorship, and some people even say that they have to write a report when they go to the toilet.

In short, it is a variety of blacks.

"Oh, look, it's out, isn't it very big? God, he's six feet tall at the shoulders, and all the horses are short in front of him today, and his legs are long, and we wish him a lot of performance on the track today, I think it's probably a dark horse......."

Silly Timber and his jockey were already on the track, and the other horses were bobbing their heads or tails to warm up at trot, and the bastard stopped as soon as he stepped on the racehorse, and first pulled a soak of shit at the entrance, and then at the jockey's urging he stepped onto the track like an upright wooden stake.

The jockey urged it to trot.

Everyone could see that Silly Big Wood was not the least excited, and all the horses on the track were a little excited, not because they wanted to win the championship or something.

It's that the horses on the track are all stallions, and they are stallions that have not been cut.

For stallions, the presence of other stallions around them means competition, and the division of ranks in the herd comes from this competition, so each stallion will appear a little impatient, and they want to show their strength in front of their mates.

The same is true for racing, where some horses take their last breath in order to overtake other horses.

But Silly Damu is not like this at all, this guy is there with a pestle, unlike all horses, if it were not for the jockey's urging, or even the tip of the whip in his hand to knock it, it is estimated that it would rather stand in place.

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Of course, for Silly Damu, it would be perfect if there was a pile of material in front of him.

It's a pity that this is a racetrack, and no one will provide it with a pile of hay.

"Why do you seem to be slow to beat this horse?" Duan Shu turned his head and said to Zhang Chi.

Zhang Chi didn't look at the stupid big wood at this time, he turned his head and looked around the stands, there were not many people in the stands just now, and now suddenly there were a lot more people, the original sparse stands now seem to have one or two times as many people, and there are still people coming out of the entrance one after another.

"It's broken!"

Zhao Yue suddenly said at this time.

Everyone's eyes turned to her, all with questioning expressions.

"How can you come to see the horse race without buying a horse ticket, I'll buy one," said Zhao Yue and stood up.

"Bring me one too, buy a stupid big wood and win," Zheng Bohong said with a smile.

When Zhang Chi heard this, he immediately said: "Buy me one too, stupid big wood wins."

Before Zhang Chi's words landed, he heard Zheng Bohong say: "In addition, buy me another one, I think No. 3, No. 5, and No. 7 are the top three ......."

"......" Zhang Chi was suddenly a little speechless.

Duan Shuyi also said: "Buy me a copy of this too."

Zhang Chi didn't know what to say now, so he opened his mouth and said: "You ......" and there was no follow-up.

Zheng Bohong smiled: "No way, to be honest, your horse seems to be mentally retarded."

Duan Shu nodded and agreed: "It's not like, but it's just, you see."

After speaking, he stretched out his hand and pointed to the track.

Zhang Chi turned his head and found that the stupid big wood stood again, but fortunately this time it was not like a wooden stake, but rubbed his chin against the fence of the racecourse.

Zhang Chi is used to it, this guy makes any incredible movements, Zhang Chi is not surprised, a horse can stand still for a whole hour, this horse is already extraordinary.

It's not that the horses race as soon as they enter the track, and there is still a small activity time ahead, which can be regarded as a warm-up for the horses.

But it won't be too long, you warm up for about ten minutes, run for a minute or two, and the audience is not allowed to scold your mother?

So soon a tractor pulled the gate and slowly fell into the track.

Seeing that the gate was in place, all the jockeys gathered around the gate, ready to enter the gate.

It's not as easy as it seems, and many people think it's not just horses getting in, but in fact, horses are very timid, which means they don't have a sense of security.

This is also normal, where does the average herbivore get any sense of security, the guy who sleeps in nature has to keep his ears up, and has evolved to sleep standing up, run away at any time, and raise a sense of security is a bit too much, sleeping on all fours, belly up is a lion, not a horse.

All the horses are in the vicinity of the gatekeeper, waiting to enter the gate one by one.

There was a problem with the first horse, and the guy couldn't get into the gate, and no matter how much the jockey and the staff helped, he just stood at the gate, motionless.

It's afraid, and that fear is contagious to all the horses on the track.

Of course, it is estimated that in addition to the stupid big wood, this thing is now standing at the gate entrance, continuing to rub its chin with the gate, and it is rubbing quite hard.

After three attempts, the horse still did not enter the gate and was disqualified from the race as per the regulations.

It was still difficult for the second horse to enter the gate, but fortunately it got in, and the third horse arrived well, and it was not a big trouble to be stuffed into the gate by the staff.

Silly Timber is Gate 11, and there is another horse in front of him who is getting emotional, so it has now been replaced by Gate 8.

It was too easy for the stupid big wood to enter the gate, and the jockey was a cui, and the stupid big man went directly into the gate, and the two staff members didn't even stretch out their hands, and it went in.

There are sixteen horses in this race, and if you remove the three guys who don't enter the gate, there are thirteen left.

When all the horses entered the gate, an old white man in a white breeches and a blue suit came out and blew two trumpets to indicate that the race was about to begin.

The voice was very small, Zhang Chi didn't pay much attention to the sound, and the old man took the number and left.

This thing seems to be a British tradition, but it is relatively rare in American racetracks, and of course many racetracks will have something different about them.

With a snap, the gate opened, and almost the moment the old man turned around, all the gates opened, and thirteen horses rushed out of the gate.

Silly Damu was a little slow, and when he came out of the gate, he firmly occupied the first place.

Why, the penultimate is not the first?

Zhang Chi has been fully prepared for this, and he didn't dare to think about it first, the original plan was to run in the middle of the race, and then Zhang Chi waved the check book to buy a horse with a foundation, and fed a few scoops of gourd pulp to earn money for himself.

Silly Damu, this penultimate one, kept it very well.

Races like this don't arouse much interest from the audience, and there is no tsunami-like cheering, so it can be said that everyone except the owner is very determined.

For example, Zhang Chi turned his head, and saw a few spectators not far away munching on hot dogs with low eyebrows.

Silly Damu's first position is very good, because it is not pulled far by the others, only half a position, which is already excellent for Silly Damu.

Zhang Chi was very satisfied.