I seemed to understand a little when I heard this. For a horse lover, selling a horse is almost equivalent to selling a wife or a son. It is absolutely incomprehensible. However, I was still a little unwilling to give up and continued to ask tentatively, "I don't really want to sell it, I just want to know how much such a good horse can be worth."

"That's it---" Dad Liang pondered for a while before continuing to say, "A good horse is priceless. If you have to say a price, it will be worth at least a few hundred taels of silver." "So much!" I couldn't help but scream. According to the price of this world, a few hundred taels of silver is enough for a family of three to survive for a lifetime. "Is that so much?" Dad Liang looked at me with a little disdain, and then continued to say, "If you meet someone you really need, it's possible to double it a few times." "Wow! Get rich!" I shouted excitedly in my heart.

At this time, the sky was completely dark. Dad Liang asked me to let you in the house. The light inside was darker than outside, almost reaching the point where I could not see my fingers. Fortunately, my eyes were stronger, and darkness did not have much impact on my eyesight. I just adapted a little and saw clearly the decorations in the house. A simple wooden table without any decoration or even paint. There were several stools with the same workmanship next to it. In addition, a bed built with stones and wooden boards was supported in the corner of the wall. There was a set of patches and patches on the bed, and it was very thin. The quilt and mattresses combined with not much cotton.

Although the furnishings are very simple, the whole room is cleaned very clean, and even the bedding on the bed is neat. Although it has not reached the level of tofu cubes, it is almost the same. It seems that the hard days have not made Mr. Liang give up his hope for life and are still working hard to live every day of his own.

Life in this world is like sunrise and sunset. It is dark that it sends a signal to sleep. So after entering the house, Dad Liang started to work hard to make the bed for me, while he himself was preparing to sleep on the table.

Of course, I firmly opposed this arrangement. With my insistence, Dad Liang and I changed places, but he still insisted on giving me the quilt.

I could feel the sincerity of Mr. Liang, and even saw a strong apology in his eyes. In the end, I couldn't bear to refuse his kindness, so I had to take the quilt.

I lay on the table with my eyes open and I didn’t feel sleepy at all. The table was not long enough. I had to curl up and lie down honestly to avoid falling off. It was a bit uncomfortable to maintain this position for a long time, and this was not the main reason why I couldn’t sleep. What really made me insomnia was the apology in my heart.

Although I have known each other for a short time, I can feel the kindness and sincerity of Mr. Liang, and I can feel that he did not want any reward when he stayed here for one night. However, after receiving help from others, I should have expressed more or less a little! But what should I use to express it?

I subconsciously touched my arms, and there was nothing but the Chaos Bag. As for the things in the Chaos Bag, I could tell them clearly with my eyes closed, short sticks, fiery sun swords, and Luo Tieshan. These things must not be given as gifts to others.

In addition, there are two extra-large water tanks. This thing should be of some use to Dad Liang, and I am willing to give it to him.

But when I came, I rode on the horse empty-handed. If I suddenly took out these two big guys, I was afraid that Dad Liang would be scared, and maybe he would treat me as a monster.

I curled up on the table and thought hard, but after thinking for a long time, I couldn't figure out any way, so I had to decide to get up early tomorrow and leave without saying goodbye. I knew this was not good, but I couldn't do it, because I really had no face to say goodbye to Mr. Liang. Before I knew it, I gradually fell asleep. Although my sleeping position was not very comfortable, I slept very sweetly until some slight noise woke me up from my sleep.

I opened my eyes and looked at it. Through the crack of the door, I could see that the sky outside was already slightly bright. It was obviously still early, but Dad Liang had already gotten up. He worked lightly for a while, and then walked out of the house with a bucket.

I quickly jumped off the table and lay on the crack in the door to take a look. I saw Dad Liang walking towards the depths of the village. I didn't know where he was going to fetch water, but this was a good opportunity. So I hurried outside the house, bowed deeply to Dad Liang's back, then quickly untied the reins of the horse, and jumped up.

All this was done, for fear of disturbing Mr. Liang, who had not yet walked away, rode a good horse and dressed in silk, but he didn't even have a penny in his pocket. In the end, he needed to say goodbye to the people who helped him in this way. The most embarrassing thing in the world is this.

After riding on the commercial road, I finally couldn't help but turn my head and look at me, and found that Dad Liang was standing there with a bucket of water, looking at me kindly. After seeing me turn, he waved at me with a smile on his face, "Dad Liang! Thank you!" I finally shouted out what I wanted to say to him, and then waved at him vigorously, then turned around and began to urge the horse to run wildly.

After running for a while, I suddenly found something seemed to be in front of the saddle, shaking left and right as the horse ran. When I looked carefully, it was a small oil-paper bag, tied with hemp rope, and it was very strong. Because I felt guilty just now, I didn't notice it.

After opening the oil paper bag, there were two corn flour cakes mixed with wild vegetables, and a piece of jerky as big as a fist. Needless to think about it, I knew that the paper bag must have been hung by Dad Liang, and he got up early in the morning to work for these things.

I really don’t know what to say with the cornmeal cake and jerky. These are definitely the best things that Dad Liang can do, especially this piece of jerky. For many people, it may not be a big deal, but for Dad Liang, it is definitely a luxury item. I’m afraid I may not be willing to eat it during the Chinese New Year, but now I’m taking it out and giving it to me, a stranger.

The value of a gift does not lie in how much it can be worth, but the feelings contained in it. I admit that I really feel the strong feelings contained in this paper bag, and even the corners of my eyes are a little wet. This is the first time I have been moved by people since I was a child and wanted to cry.

I held my horse and turned around and looked behind me. The small village where Dad Liang lived was completely invisible at this time, but I still looked for a while before I started to set off again.

Not long after walking, a large area of ​​ruins appeared on the road ahead. According to the distance, this place must be what Mr. Liang said about Xiemayi. I stopped and looked there. I saw the weeds more than half a person tall. Many uneven walls were exposed in the grass. Some broken bricks and tiles could be seen on the ground. There were no other things.

Needless to think about it, other things were either stolen or burned to ashes by the fire. Only these unburned bricks and tiles were retained, but they were also smoked and dark. After more than ten years of wind and rain, they did not restore their original appearance. From this, we can imagine how violent the fire here was and how miserable the scene was.

After some remembrance, I set out again. Maybe my luck was really bad. I didn’t even meet a figure after walking for more than ten days. This allowed me to truly understand what it is like to have a vast land and sparse population.

Under such circumstances, my food source can naturally be solved by hunting. There are not many people in this world, but there are quite a few wild animals, so I don’t have to worry about food. And I also practiced the skill of throwing scales. Within ten meters, I definitely meant wherever I hit.

I found that scales are really useful. They are not only sharp and hard, but also fly much faster than stones. The trajectory is also very weird. Not to mention being used for hunting, even if it is used to hit people, it is fine. It is simply unpredictable. It is definitely a good thing to defend against bodybuilding and kill and rob.

After walking for a few more days, I finally saw a small village in the morning. After some inquiries, I realized that as long as I follow the commercial road, there will be a big city - Yongcheng. This is definitely good news for me. After eating roasted wild game that doesn’t even have salt, I felt a bit light in my mouth. Since there are big cities, there will naturally be a lot of delicious food, but the premise is that I have to sell the horse first.

After a hurry, I walked into Yongcheng along the city gate. The first feeling was that this city was not very big, almost the same as Tongyi City I visited a while ago. In this world, it can only be regarded as a small and medium-sized city at most.

After another inquiry, I found the largest market in the city not far from the city gate. Now this time is the most crowded in the market. Those who buy and sell things are constantly bargaining, which makes the whole market popular.

I didn't have much effort in leading the horse in the market. I found a place to buy and sell animals very smoothly. There were fewer people here than in other places in the market. In addition, almost all farmers who wandered around this place were wearing straw hats and coarse cloth clothes. The animals these people wanted were naturally used to pull carts or cultivate land. The animals sold here were basically like this, either short and thin or listless. Anyway, my horse immediately stood here and immediately showed a stance of standing out from the crowd.

"Hey! This horse is good", "It looks like a war horse", "This horse is so energetic"--the people around began to whisper.

"Brother, how much does this horse cost?" A middle-aged man asked loudly at me. The man was holding a horse in his hand. Although his horse was not a tall horse, he was also fat and strong.

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!