As the saying goes, a horse will not gain weight without night grass. If a horse wants to grow well, it must have a snack before midnight.

Every time before going to bed, between half past nine and ten o'clock, Larel would always give the unicorn more fodder.

Even when the unicorn was injured later and its diet was all taken care of by those professionals, Larelle still reported on time every day and stood silently next to the unicorn, while the unicorn would gently use its mouth that could still move slightly.

The arch of Larel's cheek.

One person and one horse, one cannot speak and the other cannot speak. One thinks everything will be fine and the pain is only temporary, and the other thinks so too.

Holding each other in silence encourages each other.

But today, when the unicorn pressed its prickly mouth against her cheek again, He Xiaoman cried.

For others, it is easier to demonstrate sadness with expressions, but more difficult to express pain with tears.

He Xiaoman is just the opposite.

The unicorn became irritable again.

He Xiaoman roughly wiped away the tears on his face, and then gently stroked the unicorn's long flowing mane.

"Go to sleep." Her meaning was expressed clearly, but this time she did not look at the unicorn's injured leg with heartache.

In the past, Larrel was always very concerned about whether the unicorn's leg would heal.

After all, those "doctors" brought a lot of weird tools, and the unicorn's injured leg was filled and fixed to a perfect state. Larel always thought that as long as he cooperated well, the unicorn would no longer be able to compete on the field.

At least you can still live well.

In the cloudy night sky, the unicorn could see Larel's head hanging down, feeling weak, and his whole person looked listless.

The next day, the light gray clouds that made people feel bad finally disappeared. Although it was still cloudy, the clouds turned white.

"Look, the weather has improved since my flamingos arrived!"

Early in the morning, the low pressure at the stable where the unicorn was injured earlier was lifted due to the good mood of the owner.

The new keeper, Johannes, probably put on his latest and best outfit, and was in high spirits and ready to go.

Jerome glanced at He Xiaoman and opened his mouth to say something but stopped. He just gave Johannes a faint order, and the two of them led two horses to the open space behind the manor.

The coachman followed behind, carrying the reins, saddle and other harnesses on his shoulders.

Today we will mainly run around on the grass at home to get to know each other. The real training will go to the specialized horse racing training center of Liuliulian.

He Xiaoman was informed that her master wanted her to harvest forage.

In the past, it was Larel's job to accompany his master in training, so the slaves who worked hard all day long envied him.

Jerome probably wanted to tell her to go out to work just now. He probably saw that the sculpture of the unicorn had not yet been completed and did not want the production to fail, so he did not immediately send her to work on the most tiring farm.

Now ordinary slaves are harvesting corn.

As we all know, breaking corn on the cob is a sport for rural father-in-laws to test whether their sons-in-law are qualified.

Because many people are allergic when they come into contact with corn leaves or corn cobs, and the unbearable itching smell is so ecstatic that they basically won't stop scratching until the bleeding occurs.

Standing under the scorching sun, covered in wounds and sweating a little, this is definitely not agricultural work, it is torture.

In the original plot, when the unicorn was unable to struggle at the end, Jerome directly threw Larel to the plantation to harvest corn.

That’s fine.

Harvesting grass is better than harvesting corn.

And while the grass was being cut, she could also take the opportunity to eat some noodles.

In the past, Larel's food was pretty good. Breakfast usually consisted of a piece of black bread, a glass of milk, and a small strip of bacon. When Jerome stole the bonus, Larel would drink beer.

There will also be a large slice of ham.

Now there is only a piece of brown bread and a bowl of vegetable soup.

He Xiaoman was not used to eating and was not full.

Squatting in the wormwood and finishing a bowl of beef noodles, He Xiaoman started Farmer Man's day.

Occasionally when she stood up and straightened up, she could see Jerome in the distance, shouting and driving the flamingo to make some simple movements, such as stepping, small vertical jumps, etc.

It can be seen that he is very satisfied with the flamingo.

He Xiaoman squatted down and started mowing the grass hard.

You know, with her strength, she can take on Rel's workload for ten days in one day.

It was completely dark at night, and He Xiaoman came back carrying a mountain of grass.

The unicorn could detect her breath from a distance, and the "chuck" snort was its cheer.

Because Jerome is a professional horseman, the area of ​​the stable is much larger than that of ordinary nobles. The place where the grass is dried is in the open space in front of the dormitory next to the stable.

Just like yesterday, He Xiaoman came in swinging with forage on his back, but fell onto his back again and fell directly to the ground.

The unicorn neighed again.

Two people from the mummification team were so frightened that they ran over and found that it was just the keeper who had fallen. They immediately rolled their eyes and left.

They knew that as long as Larel was around, the unicorn would be obedient.

At night, He Xiaoman still ran over to see the unicorn before going to bed just like yesterday. The unicorn also loved her with its big mouth, and its mouth was soft and prickly.

"hehe."

He Xiaoman suddenly felt a little itchy and couldn't help laughing.

Then she made eye contact with the unicorn, both of them were shocked.

Was it because He Xiaoman did not have Larel's mental disorder that he made the sound, or was it because He Xiaoman drank spiritual spring water for this body and meditated on "Little Ruyi" for two days?

The unicorn puffed out air and looked at her lovingly with its big eyes, seemingly very happy.

No wonder many countries don’t eat horse meat.

This is really a kind of considerate and gentle life.

It is said that dogs are mankind's most loyal friends. In fact, the same goes for horses. To some extent, their IQ is even higher than that of dogs.

Horses can express their emotions more appropriately.

They will even express schadenfreude when they find their annoying kind being whipped, and when their kind dies, they will be sad and show signs of harming them.

He Xiaoman felt the joy in the unicorn's subtle body language and eyes.

Because Larel can laugh and make some noise, the unicorn is very happy.

"Unicorn...horned...beast..." He Xiaoman's voice was hoarse, and he slowly called out the name of the unicorn.

The "chuck" snort is its response.

It seemed that Jerome's words were really answered. The sky cleared up completely the next day. It seemed that the whole world had come out of the damp and gloomy situation. Everything became refreshing and beautiful.

He Xiaoman did not get up early to cut the grass as instructed by Mr. Jerome.
Chapter completed!