After dinner, Chen Song looked at Luo Bingxin carefully. This girl was not very beautiful. The very beautiful one was Song Feiquan. Her figure could not give people a sense of stunning. Angelina could bring surprise.

But Luo Bingxin is very attractive. Otherwise, she would not be able to capture the goddess style with the beauty software provided by the phone camera. She always smiles and is full of vitality at any time, giving people a warm feeling.

Chen Song held his chin and looked at her sadly, and couldn't help but wonder whether he really had no fate with Angelina? The Moon Master is so capable? Can't his red line tie up a foreign girl?

He swam for a while, and after he came to his senses, he found Luo Bingxin holding the fork and looking at him vigilantly.

Chen Song felt guilty and bluffed, "What are you doing? Why are you still trying to defend yourself? Are you afraid that I will eat you?"

Luo Bingxin sneered, "I'm not afraid of this. How fat is greasy in my body? Most people dare not put their mouths on it, otherwise they will get greasy. What I'm afraid of is that you ask me to wash the plates and dishes. You should go by yourself and don't look at me!"

Chen Song laughed and said, "How could you bother with washing dishes? Goble..."

He turned his head and saw that Gobl disappeared, and ran away after eating and drinking.

Rhine went out wearing horse boots, Chen Song said: "The stables are built. Let's drive all the horses in today. Don't let them stay outside and harm the grass buds."

"It's better to stock it up," said Rhine. "Don't you want to raise horses? If you keep them in captivity, they can't become racehorses without exercise."

Chen Song said: "Can these horses be race-grade horses? They are not that breed."

Rhine looked puzzled: "Where is there any race-grade horse breed in Icelandic horses? Have you been cheated?"

Chen Song said: "No, can't race-grade horses be breed horses? What are pure blood horses, sweat-blooded BMWs, etc."

"But what does this have to do with Icelandic horses? All Icelandic horses are of the same bloodline and of a grade, and do not focus on the race." Rhine explained.

He explained to Chen Song again that the horse racing in Iceland is not as formal as Europe, America, Hong Kong and Macao. Because the market is too small, the country now has only more than 300,000 people, even fewer before.

In addition, Icelandic horses are a national specialty. They are small and cannot participate in large-scale horse racing activities abroad, which is unfair to Icelandic horses.

Other countries have no intention of listing a single competition group in horse racing activities to arrange for Icelandic horses, which means that other countries have to buy horses from Iceland and make themselves unhappy.

As a result, the Icelandic Horse Race became a game that Icelanders play themselves.

Because the market is small, Icelandic horses have not specially cultivated horse racing varieties, and there is no financial support or talent to host such projects.

Another former role of Icelandic horses was to work, transport goods, pull plows and mills, etc. Many participating horses participated in the competition this month and continued to work next month.

The so-called race-level Icelandic horses are caused by Icelandic horse dealers fooling foreigners. Now, as Icelandic horses do not have to work, some of them are sent specifically to participate in the competition.

As long as a horse wins the prize in the competition, the pony born will be said to be of race-level horse blood. If the horse's parents have won the prize, it is a double-blooded race-level horse.

Chen Song said: "So that's the case. Is there anyone fooled?"

Rhine looked at him timidly and said, "Yes, basically, the horse merchants only cheated one kind of person?"

"Chinese?" Chen Song pulled his face down.

Rhine shook his head quickly: "No, he is a rich man who doesn't know how to do things, and he is stupid and has more money."

Chen Song said: "This is normal. Why do you speak with that look and expression?"

Rhine said: "Because you have the most people like this in China and the United States."

Chen Song: "Fak, work!"

Rhine was timid and sensitive. He was afraid that his words would offend Chen Song, so he quickly increased his favorability: "I will take you to play horse trap today, and our horses became wild, which is most suitable for horse traps."

When Chen Song became interested when he heard this, he had never played this job.

A group of horses were running in the unopened manor, roaring like a group of motorcycle gangsters. Now the deer dared not offend them anymore, and they would not be able to catch up.

Rhine went home and got two pairs of mascorers, and then stood in front of the stable and was stunned.

They have to ride a horse to get a horse, and they don't even have a car now.

To alleviate the embarrassment, Rhine said: "It's the right time to get a horse."

Chen Song asked, "This is still a time to make a difference? Just play when you want to play."

Rhine smiled bitterly and said, "It's not for playing, it's for grabbing horses. For example, the weather is hot now, and the weeds outside are rich, and some even have grass seeds, so you can grazed them."

Chen Song knew that the grass outside the Iceland wilderness was not just weeds, but many grass seeds sown by humans have grown into edible grass.

There are many horses coming out to graz, and they will inevitably become a group of horses. In order to distinguish them, they have to mark them before grazing. Sometimes the horses have too long manes and have to cut their manes.

Most other horse breeds can cut their manes once or twice a year, but Icelandic horses are not. They are born non-mainstream, and their bristles grow fast. If they don’t trim them on time, they can’t see the way.

Looking at the horse running happily, Chen Song rubbed his temples and asked, "Catch them?"

Rhine said: "First observe and look for the fastest horse. We have to ride the fastest horse to get other horses."

Chen Song chose the Electromother. The Electromother received his special care and was eaten with carrots rich in spirit every day, so he grew the most fat and ran the fastest.

Rhine chose a little white horse, and then the two stood there and started waiting stupidly.

Nothing can be waited for!

Chen Song made a phone call and asked Luo Bingxin to pull some carrots from the greenhouse to bring them over. He tied a bunch of carrots to the pole and fluttered in the wind.

The horses knew that the carrots were delicious, and several horses ran over.

Seeing this, Luo Bingxin, who came to deliver carrots, said, "Why do you have to trap a horse? Look, you can lure them into the stable with food."

Chen Song smiled and said, "Because we want to play."

Rhine further explained: "It's not only for fun, but also for the sake of doing serious things. We have never cared about these horses. They are a little wild and have to discipline them by placing horses."

"The other thing is to make them familiar with the feeling of being trapped, and they need to be trapped when they go out to grazing them in the future."

While they were talking, the electric mother squeezed out a few horses and came over, opened her mouth to bite the carrot.

Chen Song swung the horse rod, and the lasso connected to the pole wrapped around the electric mother's neck.

The foodie, Dianmu, was not frightened and struggled. It turned around and continued to chew carrots.
Chapter completed!