After the Dark Horse King and the rich Jin entered the stable, the other wild horses were a little moved, but most of them were still suspiciously staying at the door and not going in.

When Wang Bo saw that the role model was useless, he rolled up his sleeves and prepared to go hard. Ma Long stood by and watched him prepare, as if he was about to watch the fun.

Lao Wang was dissatisfied with this: "Old guy, you have to get started, this is your job."

Ma Long smiled and said, "Since it's my life, let me do it."

Wang Bo looked at him and said, "Do you have a good idea?"

Ma Long said: "It's a basic approach. Is this a good idea?"

Wang Bo was interested and asked, "I would like to hear the details."

Ma Long took off a pesso from the horse's ring and asked, "Have you ever played with a masso?"

Lao Wang hadn't even heard of it, and shook his head and said, "Sorry, I only know how to hang a horse pole."

"Oh, yes, horse sticks are OK, will you use this?"

Lao Wang continued to shake his head: "I can't use it, but I can sing. You are a mighty man with a horse stick!"

Ma Long, who had been smiling all the time, was confused. He couldn't understand Chinese and said in shock: "What did you say?"

Wang Bo explained the song "Horse Stick" to him, and Ma Long laughed again and said, "Then this must be a very beautiful song, but let's listen to it in the future. Come on, I will teach you how to get a horse."

As he said that, he handed Lao Wang a leather case, which was a long rope connected to the leather rope. Wang Bo opened and looked at it. The rope was about five meters long, and the leather rope was about one meter long, and it was more than six meters together.

But, he won't use this thing!

There are wooden pillars planted in the land next to him. Ma Long taught him: "First let the skin rope in his hand fly, rotate, rotate, rotate, rotate, and rotate. You must be familiar with it enough so that you can feel its existence even if you don't see it."

It is not difficult for Lao Wang to make it spin, but it must be completely controlled but cannot be done.

The matzo is very simple in the hands of the old cowboy, Malone. He turned around casually, threw his wrist out, and the matzo suddenly landed on the wooden post.

At this time, Ma Long pulled the rope back, and with a crisp sound, the rope was firmly placed on the wooden stake.

"Cool!" Wang Bo applauded.

Ma Long smiled and said, "To be honest, this is the basic skill and the simplest thing. Come on, you can try it."

Wang Bo walked over with his energy, and his arm turned to swing the skeleton in the air. He aimed at the wooden stake and threw the skeleton out with a strong swing.

As a result, his strength was in the wrong direction. After throwing the Piscorer out, he did not fly to the position of the wooden stake and landed in the middle.

Seeing this, Ma Long couldn't help laughing and went over to demonstrate again: "It's not that you let it whirl like you, it's flying, let it fly..."

Wang Bo said frustratedly: "This cannot be learned in a short while, right? Can you make horse sticks? I have seen our Mongolian men and women, and it is very simple to use horse sticks."

After all, a horse-studded pole is a hard pole. As long as you catch up with the horse, you can quickly and quickly put the leather rope on the horse's head.

Ma Long shrugged and said, "Indeed, this is not something you can learn in a while, but today I only plan to teach you how to get familiar with it. I will do it myself!"

Wang Bo refused and said, "No, I want to trap a horse. I think this is a very interesting thing. Why not do this? Let's do a trap rod, and then you will take me to trap a horse together?"

Ma Long said: "Of course, this is OK, but it's time-consuming."

Wang Bo laughed, patted his shoulder and said, "Hey, sir, the most beautiful thing is that time passes slowly. Why are you so anxious to do?"

Ma Long showed an envious expression: "I thought so when I was young, but I am no longer young anymore. You will know that at my age, boss, time is the most precious."

"Okay," he said that, he still agreed to Wang Bo's request, "I'll find two suitable wooden sticks. Maybe that guy McSon can help me and make useful horse sticks in one night."

There is no need to go to work on weekends, so Wang Bo will follow them to see them do horse sticks.

When McSon learned about it, he nodded and said, "This is very simple. I happen to have a few long nanmu poles here, which have been raised and are suitable for making horse poles."

"Cultivation? Are you talking about the word "cultivation"? Do you have to support the pole when making a horse stick?" Wang Bo asked strangely.

"This is actually a word between cowboys, meaning that after polishing and maintaining, the pole is elastic. You know that the Mustang will go crazy after being trapped, and the pole will break quickly if it is not elastic enough."

"It would be best if there is nanmu here. This is the most suitable material for horse studs. It is light and tough, but it is not long enough to connect." Ma Long said excitedly.

The horse stud is generally a two-joint joint, that is, it is made of two parts bonded. The lower section is a thicker main rod and the upper part is a slightly thin shoulder rod.

Because it is difficult to achieve the ideal length of a horse with just one wooden pole. Moreover, in use, if the horse fails to do so, you have to throw the rod and be trampled by the horse, and at most the part of the shoulder rod is broken, the main pole is usually safe and sound, so you can reuse it as long as you change the shoulder rod.

The nanmu in McKesson's collection is used as the main pole. This thing is very precious and the shoulder pole is easily discarded, so willow wood is used.

"Willow trees can be seen everywhere, but nanmu may not be like this."

While saying that, McKesson cut the two woods into mortises and then clamped them tightly with super glue.

After pasting, he took out a hair dryer, whimpered for a while, reached out and shook his head and said, "It's OK, it's sticky enough."

Wang Bo took it and asked, "Is this OK?"

Ma Long smiled and said, "It's still early."

He took out the sand cloth and began to polish the connecting position of the pole, making the upper and lower parts integrated, and then polished from top to bottom until the pole was polished into a streamlined shape.

After blowing off the pole and blowing off the wood chips, McSon took out the soft deer skin, brushed it with oil and wrapped the pole layer by layer.

"This is coloring, the purpose is to be beautiful. You see, this is spliced ​​with two wooden sticks. The color textures of the wooden poles are inevitably different. Deer skin and lard can blur the texture."

"In the past, this was done repeatedly with wet cow dung." Ma Long interrupted.

McSon stroked his beard and smiled, "If it were me, then I still like to use cow dung to polish it. You know, the poles polished from cow dung have a heavy feeling, and the heavy feeling of cow jeans."

The main rod and shoulder rod are maintained, and a lasso for horse studs must be tied to the top. There are some leather hooded horse harness shops. McSon asked Wang Bo to choose a style he liked and then nailed it with rivets.

In this way, a horse stick was successfully made.

Wang Bo held it in his hand, because of the deer skin, it was not easy to use, but it was much easier to use for things than to use a masso.
Chapter completed!