The smell of hay and beans, mixed with the sound of an egg cracking, a large black horse in the stable snorted happily and nudged the rough canvas tunic of its guard.,As if sensing Weitu's thoughts, the golden seal blazed with light and transformed into two lines of text floating in Weitu's mind.,However, after years of hard work, Wei Tu learned the skills of raising horses from Lao Liu, a veteran stablehand. He successfully rose from tenant farmer to become the new stablehand at Li's house.。