"Haha, Ma San, no need for such formalities!" Yang Zhenshan leapt down from Red Cloud, looking cheerfully at the distant herd of horses.
The sight of hundreds of horses galloping together was indeed magnificent, and even more spectacular was the fact that these horses could be exchanged for tens of thousands of Silver.
"How has the horse ranch been doing lately?"
Yang Zhenshan walked towards the housing of the horse ranch as he asked.
"Good, all is well!" Ma San said.
Now he was in charge of over a thousand horses, how could things not be going well?
Thinking of those strong horses, Ma San could wake up from his dreams laughing.
Entering the stable, Yang Zhenshan saw many foals, most of which were their spoils of war, with a small part being bred by the ranch itself.
Yang Zhenshan then inquired for a long time about the matters of the horse ranch, and Ma San replied one by one.
