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The aged kumiss, which is blood red with a hint of amber, is poured into the bowl.

Bart fell one by one, one by one.

Each one is a big bowl.

Bart is pretty good, everyone is about the same, and they will all fall in the end.

After the traditional ceremony of pouring water and paying respect to the guests, Bart said: "Welcome Abreu home, and welcome all guests to come from afar!"

“Thanks also to Lin Xuan for bringing the aged kumiss!”

Lin Xuan raised the bowl and said, "Thank you Bart for your hospitality."

"None of us are good at drinking, so I won't join you in cheering."

Lin Xuan is actually a pretty good drinker, but after he drank too much last time, he changed the vintage of the wine and made himself drunk.

So now you have to be more restrained when drinking outside.

Bart laughed: "One bowl should be fine, right?"

"I know this kumiss is quite strong and you are not used to it. After finishing this bowl, we will have another bowl of other wine. You can drink as much as you like."

Sure enough, as Abreu said, it is better to agree on how much you can drink before you start drinking.

If I hold on hard, I will definitely lie down and go out in a while.

Everyone raised their bowls and drank.

Bart: "Divide the cow."

Bart gave the most precious parts of the cow to Lin Xuan and others.

In an environment where you are eating meat and drinking alcohol, it is still too easy to drink too much.

Soon Wang Ruoya died.

Before that, Ren Xiaoxiao had fallen asleep on the table.

Zhuang Tong was very excited when he arrived and ate the beef whip. He didn't know what it was until he finished eating.

Bart raised his glass: "Lin Xuan."

Lin Xuan also raised the bowl: "Come on, come on."

Bart laughed loudly: "I heard that Abreu said that your shooting skills are amazing. I think your riding skills are not that good either. Let's go out to ride and shoot tomorrow."

Abreu interrupted: "It might rain tomorrow."

Bart was speechless: "Abreu, you have a bad mouth, so it's better not to talk nonsense."

He Meng and Lin Xuan heard this, looked at each other, slapped the table and laughed.

It seems that the attribute of Aburu's crow's mouth is recognized by everyone no matter where he is.

Hei Niu laughed so hard that he rolled over, slapped his forehead, and then leaned back in front of the table: "Hahahaha, after all these years, Abreu still has a crow's mouth."

Lin Xuan didn't know what happened next. Anyway, he kept drinking after he started drinking.

When I woke up, I slept in a strange yurt.

Next to her, Wang Ruoya was rubbing her temples.

Lin Xuan turned over and asked, "Where is this?"

Wang Ruoya: "The Bart family."

Lin Xuan pointed at himself and then at Wang Ruoya.

Wang Ruoya: "Wule said we were lovers, so he put us in a yurt."

But Bart’s yurt is relatively large, with two large beds inside.

Lin Xuan scratched his head and saw a new toothbrush and toothpaste on the table, so he picked it up and went out to rinse his mouth.

Outside the door, on the pasture, the black cow was reining the horse. He saw Lin Xuan:

"Haha, Brother Lin, you are really good at drinking."

Lin Xuan was confused: "How much did I drink?"

If I hadn't tampered with the wine and drank so hard that I was numb, I should have drank at least three kilograms, right?

Hei Niu scratched his head: "Then I don't know. When I was drunk last night, you were still boxing with Brother Bart, and then I didn't know."

"At that time, one person must have drunk more than three kilograms."

Lin Xuan calculated that he should have drank four kilograms.

Depend on……

You have to be more restrained in the future, drinking from a bowl is too wild, and you may get caught accidentally.

From now on, you can only use small cups for drinking.

Bart came out carrying a load of bows and arrows, hanging them on a horse.

Lin Xuan brushed his teeth and said, "Brother Bart, your family runs a hotel business, I guess. I'll pay you the bill later."

Bart smiled: "Forget it, entertaining guests is just something you do when you have nothing to do."

"Besides, the silver spoon you gave my son last night must have cost hundreds of thousands."

Bart scratched his head: "Silver spoons from the Ming Dynasty are so rare. It's just that the spoon I took out last night was missing one."

"Changshengtian is really fair. If you gain something, you will lose something."

Lin Xuan sweated profusely.

I was so drunk yesterday that I even memorized twenty-digit pi, completed the system verification words, and used the system?

The Bart family's silver spoon is missing, but there is an extra Ming Dynasty spoon.

You can figure out what's going on with your butt.

Gradually, everyone got up.

Bart prepared a lot of big horses.

"Brother Bart." Lin Xuan: "Isn't your horse different from the Mongolian horse?"

Mongolian horses are short and stocky, with strong endurance and medium explosive power.

These horses from Bart look like Central Asian species.

It has strong explosive power and endurance, but consumes a lot of fodder, which ordinary people cannot afford to feed.

Bart: "More than ten years ago, I served as a soldier on the Tianshan border."

"A local Kazakh fellow insisted on giving me a pony."

"When I came back later, that guy became the horse king of my horse farm."

"What you see here are all its descendants."

Isn't that really a Central Asian horse, and it should be part of the bloodline of the sweaty horse?

The sweat-blooded horse has been lost in China. In the 1950s, the country introduced some horses from Central Asia and improved them into the famous Sanhe horse.

But on the Kazakh side, there are Central Asian species introduced, which is very normal.

Lin Xuan: "With so many big horses, how much fodder must be eaten in a month!"

Black Bull: "It's harmful, but it's expensive to sell. Every time a good horse comes out, it can be sold for millions."

The average Lhasa horse only costs a few thousand each, which is cheaper than a mule.

A million-level horse is considered a good horse among the rich circles of Yanjing and Haicheng.

Moreover, when the second dealer bought it from Bart, he would definitely package it and sell it for about two million.

Lin Xuan glanced in the direction of the horse pen and saw a very handsome looking horse that was kept alone.

"Brother Bart, why is that horse kept alone?"

Bart glanced back: "If you see a white line from the center of the eyebrow to the tip of the nose, that's the horse king."

"But a herd can only have one king, but there is more than one horse with the talent of being the king."

"They will fight every day."

"If the old horse king is strong enough, he will definitely be able to suppress it."

"If the gap is not big, we will fight every day without stopping."

"So I put this guy in solitary confinement."

Descendants of Central Asian horses with horse king blood.

Lin Xuan very much knows whether this horse can become a real sweat horse.

However, it is also possible to go back in time and transform it into a Mongolian horse from thousands of years ago.

Lin Xuan thought, and the horse also turned its head and looked in Lin Xuan's direction.

Of course, I looked at it with one eye and my face turned sideways.

Lin Xuan found it interesting and walked up.

Bart was installing the saddle when he turned his head and saw Lin Xuan walking to the horse ring and shouting:

"Hey! Be careful! That horse has not been tamed yet and likes to bite!"

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