Zhang Chi's central idea when meeting Yu Shadamu is to race on the track, the faster the better.
Mason's central idea for Shadamu is even simpler. It's just money. If you want to play games, you can be satisfied as soon as you want, but you have to pay. All the previous training fees are not enough to participate in a few games. Yes, this requires extra money!
At this time, Zhang Chi couldn't bear to part with him and slapped his chest loudly.
"You don't have to worry about money. Let the racecourse directly invoice me for the expenses incurred during the race, and I'll just pay it."
When Mason heard that there was nothing more to say, he immediately said: "Then I have no problem."
Zhang Chi asked: "When can I go on the track?"
Mason didn't know what Zhang Chi was anxious about, but he still thought about it carefully and calculated how much time he would need to train Silly Damu.
"A month later, the first game, a week later the second game..." Mason said simply.
Zhang Chi thinks it's okay and will go to the racetrack in a month. He also knows that this matter can't be rushed. He can't say that he will send the horse over today and let the horse run this weekend. If you are happy with someone else's racetrack, you won't be happy with it. , the races are all arranged, and even if someone withdraws from the race, there will be a horse to make up for it. If you want to jump in line now, who do you think you are?
"Then let's do this." Zhang Chi nodded to express his agreement with Mason's arrangement.
The matter was decided, Zhang Chi left the stables, mounted his Chiyanshan and left Mason's horse farm humming a little tune.
Mason watched Zhang Chi leave with melancholy on his face, and whispered: "How can this person be so stubborn? I told him that this horse is not good, and this horse can't run well, so he still has to run." Five games!”
"Mason!"
"Eddie, what's the matter?" Mason turned around and found his old friend Eddie standing behind him, so he asked aloud.
Eddie used to be an excellent jockey, and he and Mason won many races together. It can be said that the two of them spent the most glorious period of their careers together.
This also allowed the two to form a deep friendship.
So Mason returned to the world, and Eddie came over to stand with his old friend. Of course, he couldn't get on the track at this time, but even though he couldn't get on the track, he still had experience, and with Mason's current reputation, If you want to find a jockey of good quality and low price, you have to rely on Eddie's vision.
"What kind of horse did you just send over? Have you trained such a horse now?"
Eddie had just seen Shadamu. When he saw the horse for the first time, he was shocked. There could be such an ugly thoroughbred horse in this world!
Originally, he thought that if he was ugly, he should be uglier. This horse, like a man, looks at his ability, not his face. If he looks at his face, wouldn't he become a pretty boy?
But after observing it for a while, he discovered that the ugly horse still had problems with its hind legs. After taking it out for a while, Eddie found that it was a bit too high and low.
What Eddie couldn't stand the most was the stupidity of this horse. It looked like a demented child and it couldn't move to one station for a long time.
When he was locked up in the compartment, no matter how provocative the horse next to him was, the guy remained motionless chewing grass. This obviously meant that he had no fighting spirit, and there would be no results on the track on such a horse.
The combination of physical problems, bad brain, and lack of fighting spirit made Eddie feel that this horse was born to kill for meat.
You just go to the slaughterhouse to kill meat. Why do you come to the horse training farm?
Eddie was deeply dissatisfied.
"The owner of this horse doesn't understand horses at all!"
Eddie said angrily.
Mason said with a grimace: "If he knew horses, he wouldn't let Silly Damu play five games."
"What?"
Eddie was even more surprised. If a horse like this has to compete in five races, isn't that giving money to the racetrack in vain?
"It has been agreed that next month, we will arrange to go to the track, one race a week, and five races in a row," Mason said. "It is not necessary to all participate in two-year-old horse races. As long as there are races, we will arrange for them to run for five consecutive years."
It’s settled and will be sent to the Andree Racecourse next year. I’ll be there in two days and I’ll take it with me,” Mason said.
After hearing this, Eddie thought for a while and asked: "If we don't stay in the ranch for a while, we can at least try to correct its pace."
Eddie felt that since we took other people's money, we had to do something. Is it appropriate to just throw the horse on the track without practicing anything and without any foundation?
Mason's face became even more bitter: "You can't teach it. This horse was bred on my horse farm. I've been teaching it for more than a year, and I can't teach it anything. I can't teach it in just one month now."
After hearing the news, Eddie could fit an egg into his mouth. He looked at his old friend and was too embarrassed to open his mouth. He thought to himself: Mason, Mason, are you really old? Can such a horse be bred?
I’m not very optimistic about the future of your racecourse now!
"Then let's do it." Eddie didn't have any other options.
However, the two of them quickly forgot about Silly Damu. Their attention was now focused on the few good horses they had now, hoping that they could perform well and at least win a few low-level championships.
Take other people's money.
"Silly Damu? How come you named it after that guy?" Eddie was a little hesitant.
"It's not what you think. This stupid big wood has never been the president. Silly is Steady, and big wood is Wood. Together, they are as stupid as a piece of wood. It is pronounced in Chinese, not from English."
Mason explained.
Eddie said: "It turns out he also knows this horse is stupid."
"You don't know how stupid Damu is, just look at it." Mason sighed.
On the afternoon of the next day, the assistant at the racecourse pulled Sha Damu into a trailer and towed it to the largest city here. There was a racecourse there, which was the largest racecourse within a hundred kilometers nearby.
Two of the older horses from the Mason Racecourse are here now, and together with Silly Damu, there are three horses.
The racecourse has a dedicated stable. Of course, with Mason's current strength, it is impossible to rent the best location. It is enough to have a stable and feed him.
Shadamu has almost no requirements for the environment, let alone a small cubicle. As long as there is a place to stand, Shadamu will just stand there even if there is no food.
Just so stupid!
Most of the stallions kept here are young stallions. Before the stallions are castrated, they are quite violent. It is common for them to bite and kick others. Some horses will bite whatever they catch and yell at other horses.
Screaming is even more common.
But Sha Damu never responded to these companions, as if he couldn't hear them. Even though a chestnut stallion in the cubicle next to him almost kicked the door of the compartment open, Sha Damu still gnawed the grass with his eyes blank.
Soon, all the horse trainers here knew that the horse was stupid. The first reason was that it was too tall. The measured shoulder height was 1.80 meters. Generally speaking, the height of thoroughbred horses is only 1.7 meters.
, it’s okay to nod, but with a shoulder height of 1.80 meters, it is equivalent to Yao in the NBA. At that point, his height will be at a dominant level.
The second reason is that it doesn’t pay much attention to others, even trainers and jockeys, such as Silly Damn. It seems that its daily task is to eat grass and poop.
Mason has arrived at the racecourse with his assistant, and two other horses have come with him at the same time. Now they have to live here for at least a month, which includes various trainings and getting used to the venue.
The five horses brought by Mason will all perform their first races in their lives on Saturday and Sunday a month later.
Mason is very busy. Every day he has to look at various data on the horses under his name. Mason also wants to spend the money correctly. Unfortunately, Mason gave up in the end.
Or is it because this stupid big tree can't teach it at all? It can't learn any instructions.
Mason gave up, Eddie gave up, and in the end they simply didn’t even bother letting the Big Wood run on the track. In the end, even the riders who had originally agreed to ride it on the track were no longer willing to ride the Big Wood.
There was still more than half a month before the competition, so Mason stopped looking for a rider at all. He thought of finding one temporarily during the competition, but if that didn't work, he could just ask the trainee here to ride a silly big tree for a lap to show George.
To put it simply, Mason gave up and lay down!
Zhang Chi didn't know about this, but even if he knew, he wouldn't necessarily care.
At this moment, Zhang Chi was sitting in front of the house. A small deck chair was placed directly on the open space. The sun in the sky was gradually getting warmer, so basking in the sun became a must-do for Zhang Chi in the afternoon.
Every time when Zhang Chi was basking in the sun, the two or three dogs at home and the ink would also come out. These guys could find a narrow angle between Zhang Chi and the recliner and hide their bodies in it.
Of course, the pampered ink will roll up on Zhang Chi's legs and serve as a blanket for Zhang Chi while basking in the sun.
While basking in the sun and humming a tune, Zhang Chi at this moment looked like the nasty landlord in the movie.
"I want to become rich, I want to become rich...".
This is one of the humming little lyrics that comes over and over again, and Zhang Chi still sings it happily.
Closing his eyes and enjoying his beautiful singing voice, Zhang Chi suddenly felt that his vision went dark.
It’s not that your eyes are completely dark, but when you close your eyes and face the sun, you will see bright flesh color through your eyelids, sometimes with a touch of bright red.
But it suddenly became dark, and Zhang Chi must have opened his eyes to take a look.
When he opened his eyes, he saw a face standing between him and the sun.
"How did you come?"
Take a closer look and see who it is if it’s not Melika?
Seeing this little girl, Zhang Chi couldn't help but feel a little nervous, thinking that this little girl would be up to no good when she came over.
"We are friends, wouldn't it be nice if I came over to see you when I have nothing to do?" Melika said with a smile.
Zhang Chi looked her up and down and said, "If you have something to say, just tell me. If nothing happens, don't disturb my sleep. Let's go and play wherever you like."
As he spoke, Zhang Chi lay down again and closed his eyes. He stretched out his hand to touch the ink, and then realized that the ink had already turned upside down when he smelled Melika's scent.
"If something happens, I'll ask you to treat the cow," Melika said with a smile.
"Treat the cow?" Zhang Chi was a little confused.
But he soon remembered that he had told Melika before that he had a recipe for treating cows so that they would not grow meat just by eating them.