There was a new restaurant in the west of the capital. It had only been open for a month, and the business was very popular. Watercress, Dragon Crispy Bone, Donkey Rolling... The unique folk home-cooked dishes in the store attracted many dignitaries and dignitaries, and it became the trend of the capital for a while. Those with status were afraid of losing their status in entering and leaving this small restaurant, so they often went there by car. When they ate, the horses that pulled the carts were tied to the horse shed in the backyard of the restaurant, and the clerk added grass and took care of it.

There are no rules and no circle. Due to the large number of horses, there is a lot of knowledge on how to order and add forage to horses. The second ghost of the shop is very good. The restaurant is in the west of the city, and most of the diners ride east after eating, so the east is expensive. The bigger the official of the diner, the more his horses are lined up eastward, and the more convenient it is to travel. Another, the official, his horses must also be valuable, and the freshest forage is added. As time went on, the second clerk set a set of rules: horses of the first and second grades were added with freshly cut horse grass, and horses of the third to fifth grades were only green grass, and the horses below the fifth grade are ordinary dead grass.

The clerk also had someone build a long movable manger, which was divided into dozens of small troughs, and each animal was divided into a small trough without interfering with each other.

Although the clerk was thoughtful, horses were animals after all. They only wanted to eat the fattest and freshest grass, so how could they understand the matter of seniority in the world? So when the horses were grazing, several horses would often "run out" into a small trough, and the clerk had to take a wooden stick and keep beating on the edge of the trough: "Hey, hey, third-grade horse, why did you stick your mouth into the second-grade trough?

At first, horses were not used to this kind of grading. Later, after many times of intensive training, they gradually understood the way. They all obediently grazed in their small trunks, rarely "more courteous".

One day, a middle-aged man rode a white horse to the restaurant. The waiter's eyes were so sharp that he knew that the person who came was just a peddler and a pawn, with no background: he saw a big black face, almost surpassing Bao Gong, and there was a long scar on his cheek. The horse he rode was also a little lame, and a bell hung on the horse's neck. As soon as the horse left, the body tilted, and the bell kept ringing, which seemed particularly ridiculous.

The clerk was unhappy and forced a smile, saying, "Please come in, I'll add some fodder to your horse."

Scarface handed the lame horse to the waiter: "Take good care of it, don't bully it!" The waiter "chuckled" and said glibly: "The guest officer is joking, how dare I bully the four legs with two legs?

The clerk led the lame horse to the westernmost part of the manger, added some withered grass to it, and was busy entering the store to greet the guests. After an hour passed, Master Zhao, second rank, was full of wine and food, and got up to go back to the house. The clerk hurriedly sent Master Zhao out, but when he came to the manger, the clerk's eyes straightened. Oh my God! The lame horse was leaning into the easternmost manger and chewing fine grain and tender grass.

Lord Zhao suddenly pulled his face down: "I don't know which lord's treasure horse this lame horse belongs to? Could it be that there are still first-rank masters in the store today? I didn't see it!"

The clerk hurriedly explained, "Lord, don't misunderstand, this is all the negligence of the villain. I forgot to tie this unlucky horse well, it ran east by itself, it is a beast, it does not understand personnel, don't blame the Lord."

Lord Zhao wanted to be angry, but when he thought that he was also a person of status, he was angry about this trivial matter, and he seemed to have no tolerance, so he smiled slightly: "Actually, the horses are not divided into grades, I don't care, but I am busy with business, I just want to go back to the house after dinner to deal with business as soon as possible, and it is more convenient for the horses to be in the east. Today's matter will not be investigated, and this will not be an example!"

After sending Lord Zhao away, the waiter finally got through this hurdle. He was a little afraid, so he paced to the lame horse and said angrily, "Where did you get the broken horse? Look at your virtue, you insist on eating fine grains and eating tender grass. Are you trying to lean east again? I'll slap you!"

The lame horse raised its head and chewed desperately back and forth, not taking the waiter's words seriously.

For several days in a row, Scarface would always ride a lame horse restaurant to eat. The waiter saw him bump around on horseback and laughed in his heart: Most people are comfortable riding a horse, what are you riding a lame horse for? Want to bump your butt out?

What made the clerk even more angry was that most people would always order a few signature dishes when they came to eat, but Scarface was better. Every time they came, they only ordered a plate of peanuts, and while counting the number of peanuts, they drank a small wine.

On that day Scarface rode the lame horse again. The clerk took the reins, came to the westernmost trough, and tied the rope firmly to the wooden stake. This time, there can be no trouble.

After tying the lame horse, the clerk went to the store to greet the customers again. After a while, the first-rank clerk came to the backyard after dinner to take a look, and his face suddenly changed color. It turned out that the lame horse had rubbed against the easternmost trough again and was eating fine grain and tender grass! The clerk who followed him felt a chill in his heart, and ran to the wooden stake that tied the lame horse to take a look. My mother, the wooden stake, has been rubbed off a layer, and there are traces of wear and tear on the reins. It turns out that this broken horse can be unbuckled with its mouth!

The clerk's legs trembled in fright, and his face turned green and white. The first officer asked with a sullen face, "What? Could it be that the current saint did not eat in the palace today and came to your restaurant for fun?"

The waiter knelt down on the ground with a "plop": "Master, calm down, this broken horse doesn't know what's good or bad. The villain originally tied it to the westernmost trough, but... but this broken horse is so greedy that it actually uses its mouth to untie the rope..."

The first officer pulled his face: "I came to the restaurant to have a good time, and I don't want to add to my heart. If I see this broken horse next time, it will ruin my happiness..."

The clerk kowtowed like a chicken pecking at rice: "Don't worry, my lord, the villain will definitely take care of this broken horse!"

The first officer flicked his sleeves and left.

This time, the clerk couldn't help it anymore, and turned to find the scarred face that was counting peanuts: "This guest officer, your good horse is really too... When you come to the store for dinner, can you not bring it out?"

Scarface was very unhappy: "What, it's not that I don't pay for my meal, why do you want me to come on foot?"

The waiter was furious: "This... your horse's legs are not sharp, and I feel uncomfortable watching you ride on it, it's better..."

Scarface interrupted the clerk's words: "Nonsense, I have a deep relationship with 'Sai Chi Rabbit,' and you have no right to separate us."

When the waiter heard that, he almost cried, this lame horse is still called "Sai Chi Rabbit"? Walking one step at a time, it is not much faster than a turtle. The waiter clasped his fists and bowed: "Guest officer, I beg you, your good horse is too restless, I tied it, it unbuckled it with its mouth and ran around everywhere, I, I can't explain it..."

Scarface frowned, "What do you mean? Can't you even watch a horse?"

The clerk was so choked that he could not speak, and gritted his teeth in hatred: This broken lame horse, I must watch it next time!

A few days later Scarface rode to the lame horse restaurant for dinner again. This time, the clerk tied a thick rope on the horse's head, then tied a dead buckle on the wooden stake, and sent a child to stare at the lame horse. As long as the horse intends to unbuckle, ask the child to inform him.

Not to mention, after adding the thick rope, the lame horse can be said to be "useless" and can no longer break free, but it has a good temper, and it is not willing to eat dry grass, stick its neck, and not eating any hay. The clerk was happy: I don't care if you eat grass or not, you don't eat it at all! Your owner is a cheapskate, drinking a pot of wine and ordering a plate of peanuts a day, our store earns less money than you eat hay!

But after a few days of beauty, the waiter felt guilty in his heart. He was not worried that the lame horse would not eat grass, but the horses of high officials, seeing that the lame horse did not eat, actually stood aside and "waited" obediently, and did not dare to bow their heads to eat grass. The waiter was anxious and ran to the horses, beating the edge of the trough with a small wooden stick: "Hey, eatass! What a stupid horse, how powerful your master is, they are supporting you, eat quickly, don't let this lame horse be scared!" But despite the waiter's best efforts, the horses still looked frightened and still dared not touch the grass.

The clerk didn't come up with a good way to scour the belly. He couldn't force the horse's head or force the horse to eat grass, right?

As the saying goes, if you want to keep a horse fat and strong, you have to give the horse a night meal. But the horses did not eat food in the restaurant during the day, so they went back to the mansion to replenish it again. As soon as they were hungry, they would lose weight after a long time. The dignitaries noticed and asked the clerk if they were not taking good care of the horses.

The clerk didn't dare to hide it anymore, so he could only tell the story of the lame horse. Lord Zhao and several other officials were furious when they heard it, and asked the clerk to call the scarred face to the front: "You have the courage! How dare you use a lame horse to scare my mount! What crime should you be guilty of?"

The scarred face did not show a trace of timidity, and he said calmly, "Lord Mingjian, I just ride horses to eat, and horses do not eat hay, what is the crime?"

Lord Zhao was so angry that he took out his sword and swung it at Scarface's right arm! Scarface subconsciously raised his hand to block it, and only heard a "click" sound, and Scarface's right arm was forcibly cut off, but surprisingly Scarface did not bleed at all. Everyone took a closer look and saw that the right arm was actually a prosthesis made of wood!

Everyone was stunned, and the clerk was stunned: "No... no arms, you... who are you?"

Lord Zhao shouted, "Who are you?"

"Who am I? I've also forgotten my name. I only remember that more than ten years ago, I jumped the horse for the court, killed the rebels, and captured the head of the thief! However, in a fierce battle, I was hit by the enemy's poisoned arrows, and Lang Zhong could only cut off my right arm! When the court saw that I could no longer mount a horse to help Sheji, the rabbit died and the dog cooked, and the birds hid, and abandoned me. And my warhorse was also hit by the enemy's ground hook knife, and has been lame since then..."

Lord Zhao frowned. After thinking for a long time, he asked, "You … more than ten years ago, the imperial court sealed an ever-victorious general, but it was you?"

The scarred face looked up to the sky and laughed: "Hahaha, the court forgot about me, and I don't remember who my name is. Even if it was once famous all over the world, once forgotten, even a clerk can point fingers at me. The strange thing is that people will forget, but beasts will not. My warhorse, the Racing Red Rabbit, traveled thousands of miles a day and 800 miles at night, galloping on the battlefield, and it was so powerful that it was called the'Horse King '. All the horses in the world trembled when they saw it. Now its legs are lame, but its prestige is still there, and those ordinary horses are still afraid of it, which is why it does not eat grass, and other horses dare not open their mouths."

Scarface stroked the back of "Sai Chi Rabbit" and sighed repeatedly: "People are not as good as horses, people are not as good as horses!"