When Shi Yi thinks about Xianyu, someone always comes to disturb her.

Perhaps his birth was original sin, because Huba had no father and no one else in the family liked him, or even hated him, so others wanted to bully this weak person who had no one to protect him, and no one would stand up for him even if they beat him.

People who are bullied are usually those who do not get attention at home and have no one to support them.

There are even some reasons that family members are the first to bully them, and outsiders will follow suit when they see it. In serious cases, the situation develops into everyone wanting to bully them.

Huba often suffered new injuries before his old ones healed, and was once again beaten and unable to get up. When he felt that he might die this time, he met the Weidong caravan, and the gentle-looking man saved him.

Heal his wounds, give him food, give him shelter, and he can finally live like a human being.

Wei Dong was the god who descended from the sky to save him from the sea of ​​suffering.

Weidong had been learning the Hu language, but the effect was not very good. After saving Huba, his Hu language improved by leaps and bounds. Huba liked to talk to Weidong, and gradually he taught Weidong a lot of Hu language.

Weidong taught him a lot of Chinese, and they learned from each other. Huba liked to stay with Weidong, and no one bullied him here.

Many of the horses in the caravan were used to carry goods and pull carts, and the horses ridden by the guards were all good and fast horses.

Huba has been herding for so many years, but he doesn't have a horse of his own.

He saw that the horses in the Weidong caravan were unable to move, so when he had nothing to do, he would brush the horses' hair, check their hooves, and apply medicine to the horses with abrasions.

He knew a lot of herbs that could be used to treat horse diseases, and the horses in the caravan were all close to him. They could probably sense when someone treated them sincerely and well.

Weidong gradually discovered Huba's love for horses, so he asked him to take care of some matters related to horses, and Huba handled them very well.

Things in the caravan are complicated and Weidong has to deal with a lot of things every day.

It was natural that he would be happy if Huba could help him share his worries, but the manager of the caravan still reminded Weidong that after all, Huba was a grassland man, so he should still be careful.

Wei Dong said to the manager nonchalantly:

If the grassland people recognized him, he wouldn't have lived such a miserable life. It doesn't matter where you are from. There are still bad people among the same tribe, and there can be kind people among different tribes. The distinction between good and bad has never been related to where they come from. This Huba is good in my opinion because he has a simple and kind heart."

For a person who only wants to deal with livestock, it is very simple to have a clear mind! It is clear what he is thinking at a glance.

What's more, the horses in the caravan still need people to maintain them, so the loss can be reduced a lot.

Weidong wanted to train Huba. Huba regarded Weidong's words as instructions from God and obeyed them obediently. As a result, he learned a lot and gradually became Weidong's right-hand man.

Once when Weidong was trading with the tribe, Huba carefully pulled Weidong's sleeve. Weidong looked back and Huba said in awkward Chinese:

"Shopkeeper, there is a mare over there. Exchange it for me. It's a good horse..."

Weidong followed him to see it, but...

A skinny mare was standing there with a foal. The mare was in very poor physical condition, with sparse and dull hair and ribs clearly visible, as if a gust of wind would blow it down.

Its eyes were filled with fatigue and pain.

The foal clung to its mother tightly, its body was very thin, its eyes revealed its dependence on its mother, its hair was also messy, its steps were staggering, and it seemed that it might fall at any time.

Weidong looked at Huba in confusion. This was obviously a sick mare. Its ribs were so thin that they could be clearly seen. There was a foal in front of it, which also looked malnourished. This horse could not be a "good horse" at all.

Weidong: Does this silly boy Huba have any misunderstanding about good horses?

But when he saw Huba scratching his head and trying to explain, his words were incoherent and the more anxious he became, the less he knew what to say.

Weidong smiled, patted his shoulder and comforted him not to worry.

He turned to the steward and said, "Find the owner of this horse and exchange it for him."

The manager tried to stop him anxiously: "Boss, this horse is of little value, right? If it doesn't survive, it will be a loss. It's so thin and looks sick. It will bring more diseases to our horses."

There is nothing wrong with what the manager said. There are plenty of horses in this tribe. Why do they need a sick horse with tangled hair?

A thin horse has long, dull hair, which tends to get tangled easily!

Wei Dong thought for a moment and then asked, "Hu Ba, if I give this horse to you, can you take good care of it?"

Huba nodded his head and answered him: "It can be raised well. It is a good horse."

Although Weidong couldn't see what was good about this horse, Huba looked like he really wanted it. Weidong was willing to oblige him and insisted:

"Change it to him. This horse is not worth much. Even if he is happy with it, it's fine. This horse will be given to Huba alone and not put in the herd."

The manager had no choice but to exchange two bags of salt for the skinny horse that Huba had been dreaming of.

The horse's owner was very happy, for he had driven the horse out of the herd because he saw that the horse was about to die of illness, and he was also afraid that it would spread the disease to other healthy horses.

The original plan was to sell the horse to a butcher before it died, but unexpectedly, it was favored by this idiot.

A bag of salt would have been enough, since it was a sick horse anyway.

But seeing that the fool really liked the horse, he raised the price and asked for two bags of salt. The leader of the caravan was also very stupid and agreed without saying a word.

He changed it happily, and watched the sick horse being carefully led away by Huba. He also specifically instructed the fool: "Huba, I have a few skinny horses here, do you want them? Haha..."

Huba ignored his ridicule and slowly led the horse away. Along the way, Weidong saw Huba stroking the sick horse's fur while walking. The amazing thing was that the horse really looked a lot more energetic.

When they arrived at the station, Huba began to give the mare water and medicine.

To feed the foal, the mare was sick and had little milk, so Huba squeezed milk from other mares to feed the foal.

Seeing Huba was still circling around the sick horse, Wei Dong did not disturb him and was busy with his own caravan matters. Once he was busy, he forgot about the matter.

After a while, Huba was riding a horse proudly on the road of the horse farm, with the horse's hooves raised high, the sound of the horse's hooves landing steadily and powerfully, and the sound of the horse's neighing was clear. It was really a horse with a good foundation.

The people in the caravan stopped to watch. Wei Dong was also startled. He didn't know when the steward stood beside him and said with emotion: