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Chapter 1302 1282. Saddlery Shop (5/8)

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    Qin Shiou has never ridden a horse. In China, riding a horse is an aristocratic activity. After he came to Canada, he stayed on Farewell Island, and there were no such creatures as horses on the island.

    Therefore, he was still very curious about Mao Weilong's racecourse. After arriving, he greeted the pregnant Liu Shuyan, chatted for a few words, and then encouraged Mao Weilong to take him to see the horses.

    Mao Weilong smiled and said: "Don't expect too much. They are just ordinary quarter horses, not purebred horses. I don't have the energy to take care of them, so they are not too clean."

    Qin Shiou waved his hands and said, "Brother, I just want to enjoy the freshness. Don't worry, I won't have high hopes. I know I'm here to ride a horse, not a tiger."

    The two chatted and laughed as they walked through half of the farm to the stables, which contained four horses. Qin Shiou came closer and looked at them. He didn't know the breed of horse, so Mao Weilong introduced him to it, saying it was a quarter horse.

    There are two adult horses and two ponies among the four horses. One adult horse is black and one is brown, and one is white and one is red. The colors of the four horses are different, but they are not pure, and the coat color is messy.

    The two adult horses are about the same size, and their shoulder height is similar to Qin Shiou's. They are very strong and have compact muscles. They stand obediently in the stable with big eyes. Qin Shiou snorted as soon as he approached.

    Qin Shiou reached out and stroked the black horse's head. The black horse backed away with some resistance. Mao Weilong taught him: "Don't touch the horse's head directly. Touch its neck first to make it familiar with your smell and accept you."

    Qin Shiou then carefully reached out and stroked its neck. The black horse was still a little resistant at first, but he gently combed the hair on the horse's neck. The black horse felt comfortable and gradually stopped resisting his touch.

    After a while, Qin Shiou reached out to stroke the black horse's head. The black horse lowered his head honestly, looking docile.

    Seeing this, Qin Shiou was very excited and asked, "Can I ride a horse now?"

    Mao Weilong rolled his eyes and said: "Don't be so impatient. These are herding horses. In the old pastures, cowboys rode them to manage the cattle and sheep. They have been tamed and will not hurt people easily, but they will not be ridden easily either."  .¡±

    Qin Shiou also rolled his eyes and said, "Then I can't take care of it for a year and a half, right? Is it so strenuous to ride a horse?"

    Mao Weilong smiled and said: "No need, you get to know it first today. This horse's name is Frederick. He is almost ten years old and he is a very sensible guy. In the evening and tomorrow morning, you can help him clean up. Then  It¡¯s ready to ride.¡±

    Qin Shiou shook his head and muttered that it was really troublesome.

    The result was that he was right. It was indeed troublesome. To ride a horse, you need to have equipment. Mao Weilong did not prepare riding boots and clothes for him and Wei Ni. They were wearing summer casual clothes, which were not suitable for riding horses, so they had to buy them.

    Fortunately, there is a saddlery shop in the town. Mao Weilong drove the two of them there. Qin Shiou paid attention on the way and felt that the popularity of this town was obviously worse than that of Farewell Island. There were not many cars and pedestrians on the street. Occasionally he met a car and looked at it.  The dusty appearance also resembles that of a passing traveler.

    The unified style of rural houses in Canada is that they are large. This is also related to the national conditions. Rural land is very cheap.  From the outside, this saddlery store looks like a medium-sized domestic supermarket, but when you go in, you find that there aren't many things.

    The boss is a black man in his forties. He wears a cowboy hat and is leaning on the counter with a beer to watch some game. When customers come to the door, he doesn't even bother to say hello. He casually says: "Water reins to the left, clothes and riding boots."  Turn right and look for me at checkout.¡±

    Mao Weilong asked Qin Shiou and Wei Ni to see for themselves. He walked over and patted the table and said, "Hi, Khalil, it's me, what are you doing?"

    The black man raised his head and glanced at Mao Weilong, then laughed, stretched out his fist to bump with him and said: "Wow, Chinese brother? How about your four horses? You are not acquainted with life, are you? You want to come over and pick something this time.  ?But I can't accompany you, you saw, the Patriots and the Red Claws are fighting fiercely, I can't leave."

    This black man spoke very fast, as if singing a rap song. Qin Shiou guessed that Mao Weilong didn't understand it, because he only got a rough idea

    Qin Shiou doesn't need to buy a water rein, as Mao Weilong's farm has it. He can just choose a set of denim clothes, a cowboy hat, riding boots and spurs.

    The denim jackets sold here come in all sizes and models, but the styles are single, which are the most common denim jackets without any decoration.  Qin Shiou touched it and felt that the material of the clothes was very hard and thick. It was obviously specially used by cowboys and farmers who did rough work.

    The characteristic of this kind of denim clothes is that they are cheap. Qin Shiou saw that the price was only a few dozen Canadian dollars, so he and Wei Ni each picked a pair.

    The styles of cowboy hats, belts and riding boots are much more complicatedYes, there are various kinds of belt buckles, from ordinary U-shaped buckles to luxurious gold-plated butterfly buckles.

    The same goes for cowboy hats. Qin Shiou chose a sky blue hat with white lace. When he put it on his daughter's head, he looked like he wanted to change it.

    ¡°As a result, Little Melon felt good about herself. She grabbed the hat with her little hands and hummed and refused to let go.

    Winnie smiled and said: "Okay, then buy her this one. Our daughter may become a heroic cowgirl in the future."

    Qin Shiou himself chose a brown cowboy hat with a leather buckle, and a pair of high-top leather riding boots imitating the German army in World War II.

    Winnie smiled and shook her head, put down her high-top leather boots for him and replaced them with a pair of low-waisted boots, and explained: "In this weather, you use high-top riding boots? Then I bet that as long as you stay outside for one day, the entire  Everyone stinks.¡±

    Qin Shiou had a special liking for those riding boots. He took them back and said, "Don't be like this, sweetheart, I have to take these shoes away. Don't you think they are very handsome?"

    When the black boss saw the riding boots in his arms, he leaned on the counter and said loudly: "Young man, you have great taste. Those boots are the treasure of my store. They are one of the last boots made by Old White."  , pure handmade goods, you can never expect to see them anywhere else except in my store."

    Mao Weilong came over and said: "Old White is the best bootmaker in our town. He can make a hundred pairs of boots a year, but he can sell two hundred pairs a year in the town. Everyone says their boots are old  Made by White.¡±

    The black boss laughed loudly after hearing what he said and said: "You're right, man, it's true that many people are talking nonsense, but I won't. Didn't you see that I put those boots in the most conspicuous place? Obviously they are  It¡¯s the treasure of my store! Everyone wants to buy it, but I only sell it to the right people!¡±

    "Don't tell me that my guy is the destined person you are waiting for?" Mao Weilong asked.

    The black boss made a gesture of counting money and laughed: "It depends on how thick his pocket is." (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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