Zhili's little face turned pale and he wanted to stop Yang Qian.
"Sir, you can't do this nonsense. Although these two horses have been trained, if they are frightened and hurt you, I will not be able to forgive you even if you die."
Yang Qian pulled the frail Zhili aside in one fell swoop.
"Okay, don't talk nonsense. Young Master, I have learned riding skills from General Qin. Everything will be fine..."
Arriving at the stable, Yang Qian subconsciously began to communicate with the tall five-flowered horse.
It was as if those skills were engraved in his bones. Following Yang Qian's movements, the initially confused and wary Wuhuama actually relaxed his vigilance and licked Yang Qian's palm affectionately.
Seeing this scene, both Zhili and the servant guarding the stable were shocked.
The servant finally went to get harnesses and other things to put on the five-flowered horse, and Yang Qian finally sat on the horse for the first time in his life.
As skillfully as an experienced hand controlling the direction of the five-flowered horse with his legs, Yang Qian faced the shocked expressions of Zhili and the servant, and finally showed a bright and high-spirited smile.
In this era where there is no gasoline, diesel, or internal combustion engine, the best vehicle is the horse.
Even if you haven't learned the attack skills yet, it doesn't matter. After all, riding a horse is faster than running on two legs.
Zhili hugged his head with a look of disbelief on his face.
"Sir, you are so awesome. I have only known you for two days, and yet you can actually ride a horse, and you can ride it so well."
Yang Qian smiled very reservedly. He was not bragging, but it was just about his riding skills. With the system at his side, he might be good at all the eighteen martial arts in the future.
Hmm... In this way, wouldn't I be able to quickly change from a civilian attribute to a military commander attribute?
Yang Qian's face just showed a trace of color, and the neon color once again occupied his sight...
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The task is to read the entire "Bole Xiangma Sutra" and the task will reward you with a treasure chest.
Yang Qian quickly controlled the rhythm and slowed down the five-flowered horse under him. This task came and it greatly affected the mood of the driver and passengers.
He jumped off the horse and let his servant lead the five-flowered horse away. Yang Qian's frown caught Zhili's attention.
"Well...although I have learned how to ride, my understanding of horses is far from enough."
"Then young master, do you want to..."
"I think I should read "Bole Xiangma Jing"." Yang Qian looked at Zhili and nodded slightly at him.
Zhili's expression was completely confused. "Why have you never heard of this book?"
"Is it possible that there isn't one in the house?" Yang Qian was also a little confused. Didn't we agree that the poems and books should be passed down to the family? How could there not be such a book that even the system knows about.
"Well, there are a lot of books in the mansion, why don't you go and look for them carefully?" Zhili said with a dry smile and scratched his head.
An hour later, both the books in Yang Qian's study and his father Yang Ning's study were searched through, but they could not find the "Bole Xiangma Jing".
"How is it possible? It shouldn't be..." Yang Qian was very distressed. Without books to study, he would not be able to complete the task.
If you can't complete the task, you won't get the reward. This is simply a vicious circle.
Seeing the young master sighing, Zhili on the side came up with an idea.
"Sir, why don't you send someone to Mr. Hu's house to ask? Many of our books were borrowed from Mr. Hu and copied.
His family's collection of books is twice that of ours, and he may have the "Bole Xiangma Jing". Or you can ask my uncle where..."
"Why does my brother-in-law's family have so many books?" Yang Qian asked curiously.
"My uncle's family sells pens, paper and inkstones, and also sells books. Some people will bring rare and handed down books to my uncle's shop to copy and sell them or give them away."
After receiving Zhili's reminder, Yang Qian took it seriously and sent his servants to ask Hu Wei. If the Hu family didn't have it, he went to Xingyang to ask his brother-in-law. If he couldn't find it, he then went to look for the Zheng family in Xingyang that had been passed down for thousands of years.
The Zheng family in Xingyang has been in the family for thousands of years and has a collection of countless books. Although many of the unique classics are never borrowed, there is no problem in copying them.
I just hope that this "Bole Xiangma Sutra" will not be hundreds of thousands of words like "Zuo Zhuan Chunqiu", otherwise Yang Qian thinks that copying it will drive him crazy.
A messenger came from the Yingze County Government and told Yang Qian that in two days, he would go with County Magistrate Xu to meet Wang Wei, the prefect of the county, and rush to Bancheng Zhukou, which is a large-scale village on the bank of the Yellow River north of Sishui.
Ferry and pier.
Yang Guang is going south to Jiangdu, and his first stop after leaving Dongdu will be here.
The messenger also specifically told Yang Qian that it would be best to bring some specialties from Daze Village, such as Junzi Chives, so that they can be presented to the Emperor. If the Emperor is happy, he will definitely be rewarded.
After letting the servants see off the messenger, he saw his happy mother sitting next to him, and the butler Uncle Song, who was happily stroking his beard.
Yang Qian sighed. It seemed that his task of reading "Bole Xiangma Sutra" could only be put aside for the time being.
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"Sir, do you really want to treat that thing as a gift to the emperor?!"
Zhili's voice suddenly rose an octave higher, and her voice was so pitiful that it was comparable to the men's version of Meng Jiangnu who cried down the Great Wall.
Without raising his head, Yang Qian took out the preserved egg wrapped in a clay pot, put it in the bucket, started cleaning it and explained.
"Stop talking nonsense, hurry up and get me a plate and a knife for cutting vegetables.
Also, don’t forget to bring vinegar, and ask the kitchen to chop onions and coriander..."
Zhili looked desperate and left without tears. He soon came back carrying the dishes with a heartbroken look.
Although I am desperate, what can I do? I can only fulfill my duties as a close book boy honestly.
When Jiang Yang cleaned all the preserved eggs, cracked the eggshells, and peeled off the skin, he saw the strangely colored egg white.
"Ugh..." Zhili's eyes turned green and he vomited.
Yang Qian felt bad all over, he glared at Zhili with a black face and said angrily.
"You, get out of here! What kind of person is this, such fragrant and delicious preserved eggs, actually scaring you like this?"
After driving Zhili out of the room with a resentful look on his face, Yang Qian placed three intact preserved eggs on a plate and admired them.
It's really beautiful, with a light golden amber-like transparent color, and golden patterns like crystal snowflakes on it. Yang Qian himself was surprised by his craftsmanship in pickling preserved eggs.
"I really made this thing? It's so beautiful..." Yang Qian had already forgotten the system's father and became extremely narcissistic and intoxicated.
With such a beautiful color and round curves, people who don't know it will definitely think that this is a strange gem quarried from somewhere rather than food.
At this moment, Zhili, who was worried that Yang Qian was suffering from food poisoning and sneaking back in a ghostly manner, also stared straight-eyed.
"Wow, Master, Master, this is the preserved egg you mentioned, but why isn't it green?..."
"..." Yang Qian felt that his handsome face suddenly felt a little hot, and his whole body felt bad.
Do you really know what "revealing" means? Are you still my personal sweetheart and confidant? Where is my 40-meter sword?
ps: I hope that my dear book friends will like my hard work in conception and creation. Please collect it and recommend it. This represents your recognition of Qingliao’s hard work. Thank you...