"Haha, Ma San, no need for ceremony!" Yang Zhengshan jumped down from Red Cloud's back and looked with a cheerful smile at the herd of horses in the distance.
Several hundred horses galloping together was still very spectacular. Of course, even more spectacular was that these horses could be turned into tens of thousands of taels of silver.
"Has everything been well at the horse farm lately?"
Yang Zhengshan asked as he walked toward the horse farm's houses.
"Good, everything's very good!" Ma San said.
Now he had over a thousand horses under his management. How could it not be good?
Just thinking of those strong, healthy horses, Ma San could wake up laughing even from his dreams.
Walking into the stable, Yang Zhengshan saw foal after foal. Most of these foals were their spoils of war, while a small portion had been bred by the horse farm itself.
Yang Zhengshan asked many more questions about the horse farm, and Ma San answered them one by one.
When he had learned about enough, Ma San could not help asking, "Sir, how should those cattle and sheep be dealt with?"
The horse farm had suddenly taken in three hundred warhorses and five hundred foals. The stable already could not hold them all, let alone with two hundred cattle and five hundred sheep as well.
If so many cattle and sheep were not dealt with as soon as possible, the fodder stored at the horse farm would probably be eaten clean by them very quickly.
"That's not difficult. Mingcheng, after we go back, go find Luo Zhen and have him sell off these cattle and sheep!"
Cattle and sheep were both scarce goods, and for ordinary commoners, their prices were not cheap.
So many cattle and sheep could also be exchanged for