Martial Sage

Viscount Mansion.

Early in the morning, Tang Hao was eating breakfast in the North Yard, and the blacksmith hurried to report.

"Lord, as you ordered, this horseshoe has been changed."

Hearing this, Tang Hao wiped his mouth, waved his hand, said.

"Go! Go ahead and nail it."

After all, he took the horseshoe from the blacksmith's hand and looked at it as he walked.

Although I don't know the quality of the horseshoe in his hand at this time, in terms of appearance, it looks very similar to the horseshoe in Tang Hao's impression.

Even so, Tang Hao couldn't guarantee that the quality of the horseshoe was completely qualified. He pondered for a moment, and ordered.

"Go and bring an ordinary horse."

Just before the small servant went to lead the horse, Tang Hao told several blacksmiths in the courtyard carefully about the details that the horseshoe needs to pay attention to, where to make the nail holes, the distance between the nail holes and the length of the interval, etc. Wait.

Every so long, Xiao Si brought the horses, and the nails were ready to be in place.

Tang Hao Lang said.

"Take the horse down."

Several blacksmiths joined Wu Tong, and a few people rushed up, knocking the horse to the ground and pressing it to the ground.

Seeing everyone's frantic appearance, Tang Hao couldn't help but smile wryly.

Originally, the horse could not be brought down, but because these blacksmiths had no experience in nailing horseshoes, they had to do so.

It seems that these blacksmiths need to be taught in their leisure time.

Seeing the huge movement here, for a while, some servants and servants also looked over at the Viscount's Mansion, with doubts, incomprehensions, and surprises filled the eyes of every servant.

Tang Hao ignored these gazes, squatted down, carefully checked the flat horseshoes, and ordered.

"Put the nail through the hole in the horseshoe and drive it into the horseshoe."

Naturally, Tang Hao had seen the horseshoe nailing, but it was unheard of for these Datang citizens, let alone seen.

The blacksmith held the nail, froze in place, hesitated.

"Lord, this... this nail is driven into a horse's hoof, and this horse will be abandoned?"

Wu Tong pressed the horse, and said uneasy.

"Lord Sir, this is not suitable, this horse's hoof is useless, this horse can't be a camel and can't walk, it's useless."

The craftsmen around there also persuaded.

"This nail is so hard. If this nail goes down, let alone horses, no living thing can stand up."

Faced with these doubts, Tang Hao thought for a while, holding the nail, holding the horseshoe, and making gestures on the horseshoe. After confirming that the horseshoe would not be hurt, he ordered the blacksmith to do so.

"Let you nail it, you nail it, where is so much nonsense!"

Seeing Tang Hao's persistence, everyone onlookers couldn't help but frowned. Although they didn't know what Tang Hao was going to do, they didn't dare to refute it anymore.

The blacksmith frowned tightly, thought for a moment, and walked over slowly.

This blacksmith's technique is still exquisite. For this kind of horse-shoeing, it is another delicate task, and he is particular about strength. This is also the reason why Tang Hao insists on letting the blacksmith do the nailing.

At this moment, the eldest grandson and his son came chatting and laughing.

These two people did nothing else, but the tea shop was basically completed, and Changsun Chong came to invite Tang Hao to check and accept it.

And Changsun Wuji was cheeky and followed. There was not much tea left from Tang Hao a few days ago. His purpose was to see if he could take two cans back from here.

The housekeeper of the Viscount's Mansion also saw that the two were regular visitors, so he didn't stop him any more, and the two swaggered into the mansion.

At this moment, a roar of war horses came.

Then a voice came from the backyard.

"Hold it hard for me. The legs of the horse must be fixed. The nails must be fixed. They must not be eccentric or loose."

Hearing these two sounds coming almost one after another, the eldest grandson and his son stopped at the same time.

The servants in the front yard were also curious, and followed the sound like looking in the back yard.

The place where the sound was made was the courtyard where the craftsmen lived.

It was the horses roaring again, and someone shouting harmonies again. What is this doing?

Changsun Wuji glanced at the yard suspiciously, then heard the noisy voice, and asked.

"That's Tang Hao's voice, right?"

Zhang Sun Chong was very familiar with Tang Hao's voice, but he could still recognize this slightly broken roar.

Chang Sun Chong nodded slightly.

Changsun Wuji listened to the still noisy backyard, stunned for a moment, and glanced at Changsun Chongdao.

"Go, take a look and see what this kid is doing."

Chang Sun Chong was already interested, and he remembered that Tang Hao could always bring him some surprises and get some weird things out, but these weird things were very useful.

The father and son walked quickly across the corridor and went straight to the backyard.

At this moment, a large number of domestic servants were gathered in the backyard. Seeing the complexions of those servants, it seemed that they were about to be pierced with a needle, nervous, and responding. Some slaves clenched their fists, biting their teeth, and looked unbearable.

The two pushed aside the crowd, stood in front, and looked over.

Several big men pressed a horse, and Tang Hao squatted and commanded in front of the downed horse.

One person is holding the ring, and another person who looks like a blacksmith, holding a hammer in one hand and an iron nail in the other, makes a gesture to drive the nail into the horseshoe.

Seeing this scene, Changsun Wuji was shocked.

This war horse was of great significance in the Tang Dynasty. If this iron nail is dropped, this horse is considered useless.

Thinking of this, Changsun Wuji shouted.

"stop!"

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