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

"This guy is really capable. He managed to save the horse that looked like it was going to die. The horse has made him proud and has grown up quite well."

Wei Dong was also surprised: "Is that the sick horse he was riding?"

The steward put his hands in his sleeves and replied, "That's right! Now it doesn't look like the sick horse at all, does it? If this horse is carefully nurtured, it will have a bright future."

The great potential that the steward mentioned meant that the horse might be considered a thousand-mile horse, and in that case, this horse would make a fortune.

Wei Dong smiled and said, "There's no need to record this horse in the account. Once you give it to Huba, it's Huba's. You can't just wait until someone has raised it well and then take it back. That's not how you do things."

The manager looked at Wei Dong and nodded in agreement, seeing that he was serious.

Everyone in the caravan knew what the horse looked like. The horse was so dizzy that it could hardly stand. If you got closer to the horse, you could hear the thundering sound in its stomach and intestines. It was said that this kind of gastrointestinal disease could not be cured and the horse would be ruined after a few days.

A healthy man is afraid of having diarrhea!

What's more, the horse was eating grass, had diarrhea, smelled bad, and had a suckling foal with it. Everyone thought it would not survive.

Unexpectedly, Huba was the only one who thought that the horse could survive, and he even collected herbs and boiled water for the horse to drink. The horse would definitely not drink the water after smelling the herbs.

Hey! It's really strange, the horse really drank the potion that Huba brought.

After a few days, the horse's diarrhea really stopped bit by bit, and after a few more days, the horse started to produce milk to feed its foal.

Every day is different, isn't that good?

Seeing that Huba had really raised the horses well, many people began to curry favor with him and wanted to learn from him how to raise horses and treat diseases.

Huba is very easy to talk to. Whenever someone asks, he will explain carefully and teach everyone about the herbs that can be used to treat horse diseases. Gradually, everyone began to like this quiet Huba.

Huba is very happy.

No one discriminates against him here, and there are people who can ask him for advice on raising horses.

He loved horses, and felt very sad when he saw a horse injured while pulling goods. Without anyone telling him, he would apply medicine to the injured horse whenever he saw it.

Shopkeeper Weidong gave him both the big and small horses. He finally had his own horse, which he loved very much.

His horses were getting better and better, their diseases were cured, and as they began to gain weight, their fur became shiny and looked very beautiful, with no more tangles in their fur.

His horse has a tall and powerful frame, a strong posture and smooth lines.

Its fur is as soft and smooth as silk, shining with a healthy luster, as if covered with a layer of golden sunshine.

The horse's eyes are like bright gems, revealing its intelligence and spirituality. Its nostrils occasionally emit hot air, as if to show its inner strength and vitality.

The horse has a long neck with clear muscle lines, gracefully and powerfully connecting the head and torso. Its limbs are strong and its hooves are hard, and every step it takes can leave a deep mark on the ground.

The tail flutters in the wind like a flag, showing its pride and confidence.

Huba rode it and ran freely on the grass. He seemed to have never felt so happy before, and the wind blowing across his cheeks was so gentle.

It's not just his horse that has been transformed!

When the foal sees him, it will run over and rub against him, and Huba will brush its fur.

At first, the foal was skinny, with sparse and dull hair, and its physical condition was so weak that it seemed like it would fall down with a gust of wind.

However, under Huba's careful care, it gradually recovered.

Its mother horse also had plenty of milk for it to drink.

Its body gradually became stronger, with muscle lines starting to show, and its hair became thick and shiny, as soft as silk when it fluttered in the wind.

Now, the foal is full of energy.

It was running and playing on the grass, wagging its tail happily. It inherited its mother's good genes and would surely become a good horse that could travel a thousand miles a day when it grew up.

Weidong saw the value in Huba, he is obviously excellent!

When the caravan traded horses, Weidong would always bring Huba with him.

This guy is amazing. He can always tell at a glance how many of the horses are first-class, second-class, and last-class. In this way, Wei Dong can accurately estimate the overall value.

It can be seen that everyone has strengths, it’s just a matter of whether they have been discovered or not. Huba is the Bole of the horse, and Weidong is Huba’s Bole!

Huba diligently selected horses for Weidong. Around Weidong, he had become the talkative and business-savvy Huba. In less than a year, he had his own tent, his own pasture, and his own herd of horses.

When the caravan came to the grassland, he selected horses for the caravan. After the caravan left, he selected horses for himself. He wanted to help Weidong raise more and better horses.

He brought his mother over, but she was not happy in that family. She always did the most work and was scolded and beaten!

Huba didn't like being beaten or scolded, nor did he like his mother being beaten or scolded, so when he got a family, he found his mother as soon as possible and brought her to his home.

Seeing all this, the mother cried. The son she gave birth to, the son of that unfaithful man, the son she had scolded for many years, was still thinking about her in the end.

She had been mean to her son in the past and took her anger out on him. She had never given the child a single good day, even though she herself had not had a good life either.

She used to think that her misfortune was brought to her by Huba's father and Huba, but she didn't expect that the happiness in the second half of her life was brought to her by her son.

She cried for a very long time that day, as if she was crying out for years of grievances and letting go of years of resentment.

Grandma changed. She no longer scolded Huba. She also made new clothes for Huba, cooked delicious meals for him, and cleaned the house.

Whenever she has time, she thinks about what to make for her son. Everything Huba is wearing now, from the inside out, was made by her.

Before Huba went to the caravan, his mother would fill his pockets with delicious dried meat and watch his horse run away.

When he got home, he would see his mother standing in the open space at the door looking around. When she saw him come back, she would smile foolishly and brush the dirt and grass off his body.

Huba thinks this is happiness!

When I get home, there is hot meals, clean clothes, and grandma’s smiling face.

This year the caravan will trade with more tribes, and he has to help the shopkeeper select horses during this period. Especially today, there are so many first-class horses in the race, and he wants to take the caravan to keep them all.

Huba shuttled between the crowd and the herd of horses, and the people following him soon took away many horses.

A drunken man from the grassland came to Huba with a horse and insisted that Huba take the horse from him, muttering that his horse was the best steed.

There were a few grassland women in fancy clothes following him, covering their mouths and laughing foolishly. It was obvious that they were there to watch the fun.

The drunkard was Huba's stepfather, the lazy and philandering man his mother later married. Not only did he love drinking, he also loved beating and scolding him and his mother.

He has never seen him again since he followed Weidong.