When Liu Heng walked into the stable, Old Man Sun was dozing off on the bench at the door.

But as soon as Liu Heng's footsteps were a little closer, he immediately opened his eyes and looked over, and when he saw that it was Liu Heng, he scratched his face and closed his eyes again.

You don't have to come closer, you can already smell the strong smell of wine on him.

It's a daily experience.

Liu Heng walked over and asked, "Hello Grandpa Sun." ”

The old man snorted out of his nostrils, but did not speak.

So Liu Heng went in to make grass and mix the ingredients.

In the first few days after he came, the set of tasks of cawlett, ingredients, feeding horses, and brushing horses were all taught to him by Lao Sun Tou, and by now, Liu Heng has long been familiar with it.

Thirty-four horses in the stables are at home today.

Thirteen walking horses, twenty-one healthy horses for galloping.

The beans of the horses should be added less, and the beans of the healthy horses should be a little more in the morning, arching their strength and temper, so that they will be high-spirited and energetic, but then they should give less during the day. It is better for the stallion to add a little more bean feed in the evening. Because if they are hungry in the middle of the night, they will cut the railing.

A few of the early picks should have been taken away.

It's like this every day, the horses who get up early to go out are fed in advance and added concentrate.

One person is sloppy, very slow.

To hand the grass, to fall the guillotine, a waste of effort.

But Liu Heng has long been used to it.

A man was so busy that he was sweating profusely, and he felt that he had enough hay, so he began to mix the ingredients.

In the past, even if the old grandson didn't star, he would glance at it from time to time, but now, Liu Heng got Liu Heng's, he slept with him, and he didn't even look at it anymore.

Here, Liu Heng has already added forage to the stalls assigned to him, and Liu Dahu and Wang Zhencai finally came.

Seeing the old grandson dozing at the door, the two of them entered the door cautiously, but the old grandson suddenly burst up, kicked one by one, and directly kicked the two into the haystack.

Both of them ate a mouthful of grass and complained there, Liu Heng looked at it and laughed.

Both of them are the children of the Shunyuan Dart Bureau, their fathers are there, and they have already gone out to practice darts from the executioner, but it is said that they were jealous of a woman in the brothel for two months, and they were punished to feed the horses after they came back.

After kicking his feet, the old grandson ignored their complaints and still went back to dozing.

Liu Dahu began to pat himself on the back, "Grandpa Sun is really immortal this time, when will he teach us?"

The old grandson didn't bother to take care of him at all.

The two of them were bored, so they had to lazily go to the grass.

Liu Heng has already finished feeding here. But he still walked over and said to Wang Zhen: "You go and mix the ingredients, I'll hand over the grass." So Wang Zhen went to mix the ingredients, and Liu Heng and Liu Dahu took a shift to make the grass.

In fact, Liu Heng has become more and more absent in the Shunyuan dart game recently, but he is quite popular in this small stable.

He never picks fat and thin, always picks the most tired work, never arrives late and leaves early, and does not say that he will rest when his work is finished, but to help others do it - such a person is really hard to hate.

Originally, Liu Dahu and Wang Zhen, as the children of the family, have already gone out to see the world, and they are particularly resistant to the matter of feeding the horses, and they don't look down on Liu Heng who is afraid of the dirt buns - the young people in the dart game are all high-spirited, and they can't be said to be heroic men who don't agree with each other and draw swords against each other, who has ever seen an honest person like Liu Heng!

But slowly, they found that although Liu Heng is a guy who speaks little and is honest, looking at his hands, his chassis, and especially the occasional look, you will find that he is really not the kind of character who can be bullied.

And people still work hard to help you work, what else do you have to pick?

Young people, their minds are already jumping, not to mention that people who practice martial arts are crazy and do not have overnight hatreds.

While scribbling the grass, Liu Dahu said that last night several of the junior characters in the dart game drank together, what kind of punches were drawn, who lost, and who ended up drunk like a fool.

Also, whoever went home was kicked by his father, and he fell asleep at the door and died, and a group of people surrounded him to sleep, laughing, and finally his father was ashamed, and carried him back to the house.

He said that Liu Heng listened and did not interject.

He just felt that the young people in the dart game were really happy and wanton.

It was a joke in Liu Dahu's words, but Liu Heng didn't think it was funny, he was quite envious of the person who was kicked by his father and carried back to the room.

After finishing the forage, Wang Zhen was still lazily ingredient, and the horse was only half fed.

So Liu Dahu kicked him, and the two almost didn't fight, and finally became three people feeding the horses together.

There is not much work, because almost all the horses in the dart game are in the stable, either to dart here or to dart there, and for many years, half of the horses in this stable can be in the sky.

After feeding, the three young people sat on the ground, drank some water, rested, and were bored.

Then Liu Heng began to get up and walk.

He hadn't practiced martial arts for a day, and all his martial arts and killing skills had been forced to practice in the past years - in those times when he was a little beggar, he had to know how to hide from dogs, how to fight dogs, how to fight with a tall and strong beggar, and even, he had to know how to kill people with his weak body and strength at critical moments.

So, he had to ponder.

In this world, I am afraid to ponder and be serious.

Once you think about it seriously and practice it again and again, you will have your own killing skills.

But that's really the wild way.

In the past month or so, Liu Heng often ran to the edge of the martial arts training ground to stand and watch after feeding the horses - he didn't look at it in vain, every time he went, he carried a bucket of water, took a basin, and whoever was hot went over to wash his face.

His service is very attentive.

Besides, on the martial arts training field, either you practice yourself, or you fight, or the older generation teaches your children and nephews some basic skills, which is not a unique job, and no one feels the need to carry people behind their backs.

And it's not easy to climb high in the matter of practicing martial arts, but the ability to lead in the door is actually very simple.

The difficulty lies in hard work and hard work, and one's own understanding.

Liu Heng stood on the side and watched for more than half a month, and then began to take steps.

Liu Dahu and Wang Zhen laughed at him at first, looking at the sixteen or seventeen-year-old brothers, you just started to take steps, it's late, the older generation all said that the muscles are stiff, and you can't practice.

Later, they began to act as teachers, directing Liu Heng Zamabu, one by one, quite enthusiastic.

But soon, they were bored again.

Because Liu Heng practiced, they didn't want to practice.

The same is true today.

I managed to stay up until lunch, and they didn't come back after dinner.

After lunch, the old grandson woke up completely, and the old man and the young man took some grass and put it into the trough, and made up for the horse.

After everything was done, Liu Heng drained the grass leaves on his body and went out to practice martial arts.

Recently, the weather has cooled, and there are many people on the martial arts training ground in the afternoon.

But this time, Old Man Sun, who usually never spoke, said, "Don't look at it, it's useless." It's all empty-handled. ”