Quick Transmigration: Ten Thousand Worlds Charter Woman

Chapter 779 Request from Larel 9
As the saying goes, a horse has no night grass and is not fat. If a horse wants to grow well, it really needs to have an extra meal before midnight.

Every time before going to bed, between [-]:[-] and [-]:[-], Larel always feeds the unicorn again.

Even if the unicorn was injured later, its food and drink were all taken care of by those professionals. Larel reported to the office on time every day, and then stood silently beside the unicorn, while the unicorn would use its mouth that could move slightly. The arch of Larel's cheek.

One person and one horse, one can't speak, one can't speak.One thought everything was going to be okay and the pain was only temporary, and the other thought so too.

Cuddling each other in silence encourages each other.

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

For others, it is easier to show sadness with facial expressions than to express pain with tears.

But He Xiaoman is just the opposite.

The unicorn is cranky again.

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

"Go to sleep." She expressed her meaning very clearly, but this time she didn't look at the unicorn's injured leg with heartache.

The old Larel 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 into a good shape. Larel always thought that as long as he cooperated well, the unicorn would not be able to play again. At least you can still live well.

In the overcast night sky, the Unicorn could see Larel drooping his head, weak, and looking listless.

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

"Look, the weather has changed since my flamingos came!"

Early in the morning, because of the owner's good mood, the stables were relieved of the depression caused by the unicorn's injury.

The new breeder, Johannes, must have put on his latest and greatest outfits, looking refreshed and ready to go.

Jerome glanced at He Xiaoman's side, wanted to say something but stopped, and only ordered Johannes lightly, and the two led two horses to the open space behind the manor.

The coachman followed behind, carrying reins, saddles and other harness on his shoulders.

Today is mainly to run around on the grass at home to get acquainted with each other. The real training will go to Liu Yuelian's special horse racing training center.

He Xiaoman was informed that the owner wanted her to harvest grass.

In the past, it was Larel's job to train with his master, so those slaves who worked all day long envied him.

Jerome probably wanted to order her to go out to work just now, probably because the sculpture of the unicorn was not finished yet, and he didn't want to fail the production, so he didn't immediately send her to work on the most tiring farm.

Now those ordinary slaves are harvesting corn.

As we all know, breaking corn cobs is a sport for the rural father-in-law to test whether his son-in-law is qualified.

Because many people will be allergic when they come into contact with ears of corn leaves or corn cobs. The itchy and unbearable taste is so ecstasy that they basically swear to bleed without scratching.

Under the scorching sun, with wounds all over the body and sweating a little, this is definitely not agricultural labor, it is torture.

In the original plot, when the unicorn entered the final powerless struggle, Jerome directly threw Larel to the plantation to harvest corn.

Yeah.

Harvesting grass is better than harvesting corn.

And while mowing the grass, she can take the opportunity to eat noodles.

In the past, Larel's food was not bad. Breakfast was usually a piece of black bread, a glass of milk, and a small strip of bacon. When Jerome ransacked the prize money, Larel would drink beer. There will also be a large slice of ham.

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

He Xiaoman couldn't get used to eating and couldn't get enough.

Squatting in the wormwood bushes and eating a bowl of beef noodles, He Xiaoman started his day as a farmer.

Occasionally when she stood up and straightened her back, she could see Jerome shouting and urging the flamingo to make some of the simplest movements, such as stepping, small vertical jumps and so on.

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

He Xiaoman squatted down and began to work hard to mow the grass.

You know, with her strength, she can support Larel's ten-day workload in one day.

At night, the sky had completely turned dark, and He Xiaoman came back carrying the grass that looked like a hill.

The unicorn sensed her breath from a distance, and the snort of "chug" was its cheer.

Because Jerome was a professional rider, the stable occupied an area much larger than that of ordinary nobles, and the place to dry the pasture was in the open space in front of the dormitory on the side of the stable.

Just like yesterday, He Xiaoman wobbled in with the pasture on his back, and another big horse fell to the ground directly.

The unicorn neighed again.

Frightened, two people from the mummy-making team ran over, only to find that it was only the breeder who fell down, and they immediately rolled their eyes and left.

They knew that the unicorns would behave as long as Larel was around.

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

"Ha ha."

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

Then she met the unicorn's eyes, and they were all shocked.

Was it because He Xiaoman didn't have Larel's psychological barrier that made the sound, or was it because He Xiaoman drank spiritual spring water for this body and then visualized "Xiao Ruyi" for two days?

The unicorn was breathing "chug", and looked at her with big eyes affectionately, as if very happy.

No wonder horse meat is not eaten in many countries.

This is really an understanding and gentle life.

It is said that a dog is the most loyal friend of man, and so is a horse. To some extent, its IQ surpasses that of a dog.

Horses can express their emotions more appropriately.

They will even show gloat when they find their annoying fellow whipped, and they will be sad and hurt their kind when they die.

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

The unicorn was happy because Larel could laugh and make a little noise.

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

The "chug" snort is its response.

It seemed that Jerome's words were really answered. The sky cleared up completely the next day, and the whole world seemed to come out of that damp gloom in one fell swoop. Everything became refreshing and beautiful.

He Xiaoman did not get up early to mow the grass as Mr. Jerome ordered.

She stood expressionlessly beside the unicorn's stable and waited quietly for Jerome's arrival.

(End of this chapter)