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Chapter 182 A Small Business with No Capital: I Want to Do It.

Except for the Horse King.

Eleven sentries took turns mounting and testing the fourteen horses, but all attempts ended in failure.

There is no bit on the horse's mouth to control it.

They are all ordinary people; who could possess the superhuman strength and methods of Gan Minglan?
Everyone had to admit defeat:

"I'm not riding anymore! I'm not riding anymore! Ang's tailbone is cracked from the fall! These wild horses are so fierce!"

"Perhaps they've chosen their captain as their master. Isn't there a saying that a good horse doesn't serve two masters?"

One of the sentries, who was quite knowledgeable about horses, said:

"You may not know this, but these wild horses, especially the king of horses, are worth a fortune. Their stamina and cold resistance are among the best of all horses."

This herd consists entirely of adult stallions, and their rutting season is from March to August in the lunar calendar. If they cannot find a mares to mate with, they will fight fiercely to release their excess energy.

Someone immediately suggested:

"These wild horses were all tamed by the captain himself! Captain, you should take them all back and raise them well! Such valuable stallions, if you use them to breed with mares, you can charge them three to five taels of silver each time, wouldn't that be a huge profit?"

What the group finds can be called spoils of war.

But it's obvious that this was a herd of wild horses tamed by the captain all by himself, and they can't shamelessly try to get a share.

The sentries, who had just sent fifty taels of silver back to their families, were genuinely happy that their captain had found a new way to make money.

Jealousy is useless.

The more I looked at them, the more I felt that these wild horses had found their master.

Even the captain's own younger brother was thrown off his horse!

One by one, they offered suggestions to Gan Minglan.

Some have suggested that the military horse farm could be developed into a major breeding customer base.

Someone else told her.

The cavalry battalion had many mares of marriageable age, and it held the highest status and had the greatest purchasing power among the five major garrisons.

The sentry, who knew the habits of Mongolian wild horses well, shook his head after hearing everyone's suggestions.
"It is said that these wild horses are very intelligent! Generally, there are only two kinds of them."

One type is the family-style system, where a stallion and a group of mares form a large family. Once the foals born to the mares reach adulthood, they are driven out of the herd.

Adult stallions that have been driven from their homes will also form a herd. On weekdays, they will search for pastures and water sources together and also warn their companions.

They will only leave the stallion herd and form a new group with the mares once they find their own mare.

They won't even mate with mares of their own breed, let alone seek out a horse of a different kind.

Gan Mingfu: "So, if my sister wants to take them back, she'll have to find mares on the grassland who are willing to form a herd for them first?"

The horse expert said, "Hehehe, such a good stallion, one stallion should be paired with ten mares, right?"

Captain, the foals born from these wild horses are very valuable. We can sell them directly to the cavalry battalion. Raising them from foals to adulthood will make the wild horses less aggressive!

Just imagine, when these foals grow up, they'll be true steeds that can travel a thousand miles a day!

The temptation to travel a thousand miles a day is simply too great.

The twelve young men stared intently at Captain Gan.

It boils down to one thing: This deal is definitely going to work!

In the past few days, Gan Minglan has been riding these wild horses for over 100 kilometers to build a bond with them, but she has never seen a female horse like them.

Where is she going to find a wife for Wild Horse?
The problem is indeed quite tricky.

After thinking about it, she decided to ask King Atu for help when the time came.

In terms of understanding this vast grassland, King Atu was far more familiar with it than she was.

There's an old saying: "Plant a parasol tree, and the phoenix will come."

When the time comes, she will use her wood-type superpower to cultivate a hundred or two hundred acres of dog rice grass for her wild horses to use for wooing mares.

After observing for these past few days, she finally understood.

Dog Rice Grass produced in the Divine Tree Space.

From leaves to roots, its allure to all the herbivores on the grasslands was far greater than she had imagined. Huh?
Suddenly, a brilliant idea struck Gan Minglan.

There isn't such a large unclaimed area near the border town; let's build a ranch for her.

What if she fenced off tens of thousands of acres of pasture on the western slope of Junma Mountain?

If you want to raise wild horses, the ranch area really can't be small.

Wild horses are naturally free, unrestrained, and wild.

The horse kept running until it died.

Ideally, this ranch should maintain its original ecological environment.

However, they planted doggrass, a type of grass that wild horses love to eat, on the pasture.

As long as they get used to eating doggrass on the pasture, there's no need to worry about not being able to control their stomachs and four legs.

Gan Minglan was secretly calculating in her heart: grass rabbits, roe deer, moose, and gazelles are much easier to raise than wild horses.

These are all meat.

When the dog-meat grass is caught, it will be sent back to the border town to be sold!

It's another business with no initial investment.

Thinking about it this way, the area of ​​this ranch can't be small.

As for whether General Xu will agree?
Captain Gan personally believes that...

If wild horse foals born on the ranch were sold to the Bei army camp at the market price of domestic horses, General Xu would probably be more than happy to agree.

The more I think about it, the more feasible this plan seems!
If you were to ask her what she was thinking about wanting to compete with others for food on Tatar territory?

She'll surely tell you that there are 56 ethnic groups in China, and the Mongolians are one of them.

She was merely exercising a citizen's right to use unclaimed land ahead of schedule.

Whether the Mongols agree or not is another matter!
If you're not convinced, come and fight!
With her current strength, she's not afraid of facing two or three medium-sized Tatar tribes.

Moreover, King Atu's army of ten thousand rats is quite capable.

Then we'll let these weasels settle on the edge of the ranch and act as her free bodyguards.

Once she made up her mind, she immediately changed the direction of this mission.

When settling down in an unfamiliar place, you first need to understand the safety of the surrounding environment and whether your neighbors are friendly.

Where are the neighbors?

Naturally, we must head deep into the grasslands!
In her backpack, she had prepared something special for everyone.

It was a set of uniforms, a thin, coarse, khaki-colored cotton-padded jacket with a hood.

Gan Mingfu, representing his sister, explained to the sentries:

"Don't be fooled by the unassuming color of this uniform. It's an earth tone that the captain specially chose, which closely resembles the desert where the grasslands haven't yet grown."

When it lies prone on the ground, it's difficult to spot a person from fifty paces away. It's like a chameleon changing its color depending on its location.

"Captain is truly talented!"

"Captain is wise!"

Everyone was showering Captain Gan with compliments.

The king of the horses suddenly turned westward and began to neigh restlessly.

"Waaaaaahhhhhhh."

It was so anxious that it kept circling around Gan Minglan.

Then, with a "plop," he knelt down on the ground.

And it kept making whimpering sounds.

The other wild horses followed the example of the horse king, kneeling down and neighing incessantly.

(End of this chapter)