Daming: Dad, you are really not good at governing the country

Seeing the increasingly solemn expression of the Imperial Horse Temple Minister Lin Zhengyuan, the horse breeder Old Man Li said with some emotion: "What is even more peculiar is that these two war horses did not seem to be particularly fast when they first set out.

Their gait looks steady and ordinary, and might even fool others into thinking they are not exceptional horses.

However, once they traveled a hundred miles, they seemed to have burst out with long-accumulated power and began to display incredibly fast speed.

From noon when the sun is high in the sky until dusk when the afterglow turns the earth golden.

During this long period of time, they can easily gallop 200 miles.

Such a long-lasting and powerful running ability is rare in the world."

At this point, a look of surprise suddenly emerged on Old Man Li's face, which had originally been a little solemn due to worry.

His eyes suddenly widened, with a strange light flashing in his eyes, as if the two peerless horses were standing right in front of him.

Old man Li opened his lips slightly, revealing a few incomplete teeth. His expression was as if he was completely shocked by the good horse's demeanor described by Yue Fei.

He subconsciously raised one hand and gestured lightly in the air, as if trying to depict the majestic posture of the two horses running.

At the same time, Old Man Li murmured to himself, "What's amazing is that even without the saddles, these two horses can still maintain their perfect shape.

Their breathing was steady, and there was no sign of fatigue on their bodies.

The fur is still smooth and shiny, and the muscles are as firm as before, as if he had never done any work.

Yue Fei praised them highly, saying that these two horses were the perfect match for a long journey, and that their abilities were comparable to the legendary thousand-mile horses, and that they were the best horses that could be picked out from thousands of miles away.

After saying this, Old Man Li sighed slightly. This look of amazement was not only an admiration for the good horses recorded in historical records, but also mixed with complex emotions about the task of selecting good horses they faced this time.

There is a yearning for such a majestic horse, but there is also a faint worry about whether such a good horse can be found to complete the mission.

A variety of emotions intertwined together, making this look of amazement particularly meaningful.

Then Old Man Li turned his gaze back to Lin Zhengyuan, as if waiting for his response.

However, Lin Zhengyuan did not speak immediately. He tightened his heavy fur coat, his brows knitted together in thought.

His eyes were deep and solemn, as if he was weighing something.

After a moment of silence, Lin Zhengyuan exhaled a breath of white air.

He slowly raised his hand and gestured to the servant who was shivering with cold beside him, his voice was steady but unquestionable.

"Go and call the two animal husbandry supervisors who are in charge of the specific animal husbandry management work."

The servant standing not far away nodded hurriedly, wrapped his thin clothes tightly, and hurried away on the snow, one step deep and one step shallow.

About half a cup of tea later, two pastoral officials came trotting over, their cotton coats covered with snowflakes.

They didn't even bother to clap, and bowed respectfully towards Lin Zhengyuan.

Lin Zhengyuan nodded slightly to indicate that they didn't need to be polite, then turned to look at Old Man Li who was also wearing thick clothes.

"Mr. Li, it's useless for us to discuss here. Why don't we go to the horse farm of Yuanma Temple and take a look in person?"

Old man Li was slightly startled, looked at the snowflakes flying in the sky outside, then looked at Lin Zhengyuan's determined eyes, and then nodded in agreement.

So Lin Zhengyuan took Old Man Li with him, followed by two animal husbandry officials, and the group walked towards the Yuanma Temple's horse farm with difficulty.

At this time, the biting cold wind cut across my cheeks like a knife, and the earth in deep winter was covered in silver.

The snow was so thick that it almost covered my ankles, and every step I took required a lot of effort.

Lin Zhengyuan's steps were steady and powerful. Although the wind and snow were howling, it did not disrupt his rhythm at all. Every step seemed to be carried out with firm determination.

Old man Li hunched his back slightly and squinted his eyes to resist the cold wind.

He walked thoughtfully, with a hint of worry in his eyes. The two animal husbandry officials followed cautiously behind him, not daring to make a sound.

They seemed to feel the solemnity of the atmosphere, and the white air they exhaled was instantly blown away by the cold wind.

When Lin Zhengyuan and his party arrived at the racecourse, they saw a silvery white world before their eyes.

The stable looked somewhat lonely in the snow and wind. Groups of horses were crowded in the stable, covered with thick hay to protect themselves from the severe cold.

Occasionally a few war horses would stick their heads out, and the hot air they exhaled would instantly condense into mist in the cold air.

Lin Zhengyuan looked at the scene in front of him, secretly thinking about his next selection plan.

Old man Li, a horse breeder, stamped his frozen feet. Then he narrowed his eyes and began to look at the horses carefully, trying to find a good horse that met Zhu Yuanzhang's requirements.

At this moment, Ma Wenjian, the head of the park who was responsible for the breeding and management of the horses in the park, saw Lin Zhengyuan and his party walking towards the horse farm from afar.

He was startled and quickly put down the tools he was sorting out forage.

Without even bothering to brush off the grass debris on his body, Ma Wenjian trotted over quickly.

The flying snowflakes quickly fell on Ma Wenjian's shoulders and head, but he was completely unaware.

Because he ran so quickly, Ma Wenjian's breathing became rapid and disordered.

The hot air exhaled from the mouth instantly turned into white mist in the cold air.

He stepped deep and shallow on the thick snow, making a "crunching" sound.

After only a moment, Ma Wenjian appeared in front of everyone.

He hurriedly stopped, his chest heaving violently due to panting.

Before he had time to catch his breath, Ma Wenjian bowed respectfully with a hint of nervousness in his voice.

"Sir, it's so cold, why did you come to the horse farm in person?
Is there something important you want to tell me?"

After saying that, he carefully raised his head and scanned everyone's faces one by one.

As the highest person in charge of the Beijing Yuanma Temple, Lin Zhengyuan took the lead and said, "A few years ago, General Zheng Yuchun, the deputy commander of Shuozhou Guard, personally delivered thousands of fine horses to Yingtian Prefecture.

Our Yuanma Temple was ordered to raise these war horses collected from various places. Now that such a long time has passed, have there been any exciting results?"

Ma Wenjian was slightly startled when he heard this, then he reacted.

He quickly reached into his arms, but the thick cotton coat hindered his movements a little, so he groped around anxiously.

In the severe cold of late winter, beads of sweat appeared on Ma Wenjian's forehead. Soon, he carefully took out the detailed list of relevant account books from his arms.

This catalog was preserved very well by Ma Wenjian, and there is not a single wrinkle on it.

He turned around and walked quickly to Lin Zhengyuan, handing him the detailed catalog with both hands respectfully.

"Sir, this is the detailed list of accounts of the Yuanma Temple in the capital over the past few years. Please review it."

Lin Zhengyuan stretched out his leather-gloved hand to take it, while Ma Wenjian lowered his head slightly.

There was a hint of uneasiness in his eyes as he secretly observed Lin Zhengyuan's expression.

Snowflakes fluttered down and landed on the paper of the detailed catalog, quickly melting into a small water stain.

Lin Zhengyuan frowned slightly and looked carefully at the catalog in his hand.

He would occasionally stroke the paper with his fingers, as if trying to find some important information between the lines. (End of this chapter)