At dawn, Haifa wore long rubber shoes and carried a bucket of prepared feed to feed the horses, and saw the boss muttering to himself in the distance holding the big star's head.

"OSS," Haifa said softly, "Did I bother you?"

"No," Zhang Jing let go of the big star, looked at Haifa, who was already eighteen years old and was still very thin, and opened his hands, "It's hard, I didn't even come to the scene to watch your game in person."

Haifa put down the feed bucket and stepped forward to gently hug Zhang Jing, "It's okay, everyone and I know that you are very busy."

As soon as they were divided, Zhang Jing took out 2,000 meters from his pocket and handed it out, "Take it to buy gifts."

"Manager Barbie has already given me the bonus," Barbie waved her hand, "no need to give it again."...

The total prize money is 3.8 million meters, and the jockey shares 5%, which means that Haifa has earned 190,000 meters in addition to a weekly salary of 600 yuan.

"Take it," Zhang Jing shoved the money into the girl's hand, "I'm sorry I don't even know what gift you like, buy it for yourself."

Holding the money in his hand, Haifa began to shed tears, "If I hadn't met you, I might have been wandering outside, or mixed in with the red light district, and I am grateful for my current life."

Haifa is a Lebanese/Nenn refugee, and the process of entering Citigroup is not easy, first smuggled to Moro/Colombia, and then smuggled to Mexico, caught when smuggling into Citigroup, and being detained in the Citigroup border refugee center as an illegal immigrant, and one pass is four months.

The refugee center wanted to ask her for 15,000 meters, but she really had no money, so she kept locking up and keeping it until the refugee center was sure that she really couldn't squeeze oil, and then let her go.

Later, she wandered for a while, skinny and skinny, and the first time we met, she entered the champion racecourse through the gap in the fence.

When Ding Jiaqi was on the farm, she cared for her a lot and took care of her, which deepened Haifa's feelings for the farm.

Touching the girl's head, Zhang Jing wiped away her tears, "I'm going to let you go to school, let the horse race go first, and I'll let Barbie hire a jockey again."

"Huh?" Haifa was horrified, "Aren't you going to hire me?"

As she spoke, more tears fell from the girl's eyes, and she panicked.

"You can't race horses all your life," explains Cheung, "knowledge can fill your brain, make you wiser, and learn to manage your own life. It's not just a machine that can ride and feed horses."

"I didn't understand." Haifa's expression was confused.

"It's okay if you don't understand," Zhang Jing decided, "Let's do it, you go to Barbie's manager at dawn and discuss which school to choose, Beverly can also do it, there are good high schools there, if you can't keep up with your grades, you can spend money on one-on-one private tutoring."

"OSS, you must not let me go to school," Ruth woke up from her recliner, "I've done my best to graduate from veterinary school."

"I didn't plan to let you go to school," Zhang Jing looked at Ruth, who was twenty-two years old this year, with long legs, fair skin, blonde hair and blue eyes, and an increasingly hot body, "There are too many farm animals and pets."

"That's good," Ruth said bluntly, looking at the stack of green bills in Haifa's hand as she spoke, "I want it too."

Finally, touching Haifa's head, Zhang Jing took Ruth out of the stable, walked under the starry sky, came to the central compound of the cowshed, opened the rear door, pretended to take out 10,000 meters from the car, and handed it to Ruth, "This is your bonus."

"Why is it thicker than Haifa?" Ruth asked incomprehensibly.

The reason is simple, the trainer and jockey have a share of the horse racing bonus, and the veterinarian has no dime, so she is given 10,000 meters, which is considered a six-month subsidy for business trips.

Zhang Jing didn't want to explain the reason, so he urged, "It's still early, go back and make up for sleep."

"Thank you OSS!" Ruth stepped forward to hug Zhang Jing, and then trotted away, so happy that she jumped.

On the way back to the dormitory, Zhang Jing met old Dai Jin coming from the vigil out of nowhere, and greeted, "Good morning, Mr. Dai Jin."

"Good morning, I see that Mike has added some equipment to the farm, and it works," Dakkin Sr. chatted, "Actually, the dogs are also very useful, and it is better to buy some dogs and train them."

To continue."

There were few dogs on the farm, and when Dai Jin joined, he brought eight sled dogs, and he had bred six or seven litters, with an average of 5-6 per litter, and most of them were given away because he was worried about being multiplied.

As a result, there are not many dogs on the farm, including smart beans, less than fifteen.

"How many more do you need?" Zhang Jing asked.

"Twenty of them," said Old Dai Jin, "if you are not worried about them being too edible, forty is best."

When it comes to what dogs eat, Zhang Jing is not worried at all, the farm has never bought dog food, not a single one.

The farm has two reservoirs with a lot of fish, which are caught to remove the internal organs, scales, and gills, and then break them together with the cleaned offal and beef cattle to make a meat puree, which is boiled and boiled until medium-rare.

Then add amino acids, calcium tablets and other nutrients to the horses to make dog food.

Even Little Bear, Smart Beans, and Black Beans also eat this, and Zhang Jing has also tasted it, and it tastes good.

The thought flashed in his heart, and Zhang Jing decided, "Buy forty and let Barbie castrate, otherwise the farm will be full of dogs after a long time."

Old Dai Jin nodded, and before parting, he suddenly asked, "Did you do that thing in Hongdu/Russ?"

"I don't mean anything else," Dekkin Sr. explained, "if so, we need to be more protected."

"What about that?" Zhang Jing pretended not to understand and asked rhetorically.

"The Marquis destroys the door."

"Hah!" Zhang Jing scoffed, "You think too much of me, it just so happens that I have another thing to tell you."

"Miss Shalene Amomnia said that Mirika is more suitable to be a boxing champion," Zhang Jingtan said, "I haven't told Mirika about this yet, I don't know how to speak."

Mirika originally weighed 260 pounds, then lost weight to 230 pounds, and then to 180 pounds now, covered with vest lines, plus a big man of 1.9 meters, with a big golden braid, the image is very handsome, like the heroine of the Tomb Raider in the enlarged version, and like the first drop of blood in the female version.

"So?" The elder Daikin also felt strange, he didn't see that his daughter had the potential to become a boxing champion.

"Not only that," Zhang Jing said with a headache, "She also said that Matim and Zheng Bing are not suitable to be fighters, saying that their future growth is limited, and I don't know how to explain it to them."

Old Dai Jin sympathized with Zhang Jing for a second, and chatted: "I have read the information of Shalene Amomnia on the Internet, three generations of their family are combat athletes, there are three coaches, and she herself has won various awards, so I want to judge it correctly."

"I also think she's right," Zhang Jing complained, "The question is how do I get three people to change their dreams? What's more, the rugby coach has already been found, and he will enter the country as soon as next month."

"Mirika, I'll convince her, Zheng Bing and Matim you need to figure it out yourself." Leaving these words, Lao Dai Jin passed by Zhang Jing and left.

Zhang Jing stayed where he was, and someone walked towards him again.

It was dim and early in the morning that he couldn't see clearly, until the other party approached, and it turned out to be Willy, a teacher in West Banya. Hernangomez took a son and a daughter out for a morning jog.

"Good morning OSS." Willie. Hernangomez greets.

"Good morning Mr. Wiley," Zhang Jing looked at the other party, forty-five years old, looking more than fifty, about 1.8 meters tall, with a short beard, a thin face, and big sunken eyes, "How are you and your family doing on the farm?"

"Everything is fine," Willy hesitated for a second, "I just heard you and Mr. Dakkin talking about Zheng Bing and Martim."

"Yes," Zhang Jing felt that raising children was really troublesome, "Miss Sha Lin said that they have a low growth limit to become fighters, and I am having a headache about this matter, you must know that their dream is to become a good combat athlete."

"Why don't you send them to the West Spotted Football Academy?"

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"What are you talking about?" Zhang Jing didn't understand and asked.

"Ten years ago, I played for Barcelona," said Willy. "They may have a talent for football."

Zhang Jing: "...."