Chapter 235

There was wind.

The wind was strong.

There was sunlight.

The sunlight was also intense.

A golden prairie stretched out before the eyes.

In the middle of the prairie were silver patterns.

These were natural paintings formed by frozen water flows.

They shimmered faintly under the sunlight.

In the distance were mountains and a grand canyon.

This was how vast and boundless was invented.

The scene before the eyes was too beautiful.

Mianmian was delighted to have over two hundred more vehicles.

The next day, she came to see her new horses, and was even more surprised to discover that what she thought was a horse farm was actually a place as big as a field.

She never imagined that a horse farm for over two hundred horses could be so large.

Jiang Feng watched his sister's excitement from the side, the corners of his mouth constantly upturned, never dropping.

"These are real warhorses that can be used in battle. They can't be kept in enclosures, only free-range. Our cavalry is weak because we can only raise this kind of horse in specific places. It takes at least fifty mu of grassland to raise one horse, so for over two hundred horses, we need this much space."

Mianmian could already see it.

Steeds galloping across the prairie, the scene was too beautiful.

The horses given by Father and her own horses, as well as those bought by Wei Biao and Pangya, were completely different.

The horses she bought were like small sports cars.

The horses Pangya and Wei Biao bought were more like family cars.

While the horses Father sent her were more like war vehicles, tanks, or super-large Jeep Hummers, Land Rovers and such. Hearing her elder brother say that one of these horses could sell for a thousand taels, wow, they were all million-level luxury cars.

Thinking about it this way,

She suddenly realized that she was also among the ranks of top-tier rich kids.

She thought she was given just over two hundred horses because she was a little girl.

But her Elder Brother said that in the entire country, there were only over two hundred of these war horses.

Modern horses are all super expensive, exclusive to the wealthy and powerful.

Ordinary middle-class people can't even get close.

Because horses can't be raised well in cities, let alone herds of horses. Really good horses are all bred in specific regions and then transported over.

She didn't understand before why horses were so expensive, couldn't high-tech be used instead?

She raced with her elder brother, galloping on horseback.

Looking at the distant mountains, sunset, canyons, prairie.

The wind felt real, the cold felt real too.

Jiang Feng knew his sister would like this horse farm. Actually, Father initially said he was giving the horse farm to him.

But he thought, his sister had always liked different things since she was little. Compared to giving gold, jewels, jade, pretty clothes and such, his sister would definitely prefer this.

Sure enough.

Looking at her smile, sometimes heartily, sometimes in disbelief, sometimes oddly, anyway, she should be very happy.

Jiang Feng was very happy too.

There was no gloom in his heart, because it was all cured and filled by his sister's smile.

Mianmian was indeed very happy.

She brought a bucket of water, added her Spirit Spring to it, then went around feeding each horse a mouthful, counting them down one by one, a total of 236 horses. Among them, three horses actually came back for a second drink, almost causing a miscount of 239.

She patted each horse's head.

After patting over two hundred times, her hand was sore.

Indeed, top-tier rich kids don't remember what cars they have, they have too many cars.

In the days that followed, Mianmian basically went to her horse farm to ride horses whenever she had time.

Just like someone who just got a lot of new cars, each one could be test-driven.

By the time she was acquainted with every horse, Mianmian could already ride a horse, take the lead, and gallop across the wilderness with a group of horses.

Beautiful scenery kills.

Especially when there's a huge, setting sun hanging before your eyes as you gallop forward, that kind of beauty is indescribable.

She also became familiar with the trachoma boy.

His name was Kasar.

He had foreign blood.

Here, mixed-race children weren't objects of envy, they were generally despised and called mongrels.

Because their births all had unsavory origins.

So Kasar never went to town, he had been on the horse farm since he was little.

He had become one with the horses, his appearance was also very wild.

Mianmian rarely met a boy about the same age as her. Every day they rode horses together, fed horses, galloped, felt the wind, basked in the sun, conquered the world.

From dawn to dusk.

Running at full speed.

Time slowly moved forward a little bit.

Mianmian's height also quietly grew a tiny bit taller.