Finally, two short-legged horses in the stable were successfully domesticated.
They cannot be ridden, but they can be led around with reins.
They are willing to carry loads of dozens of pounds for a day.
As long as they have some bitter yam flour and fodder, they are quite content with life here.
When going into the mountains and unable to push wheelbarrows, having these small horses to help carry loads is simply fantastic.
Surely more can be tamed in the future.
After thinking for a while, in order to improve life as soon as possible, he planned to take another journey south along the Chicken Feather Plain, find all the primitive people along the way, teach them practical living techniques, and carefully search for existing resources around.
He knew that finding an open-pit coal mine wasn't that easy, but he still held hope.
He had traveled through so many places but had not found a single real mine, which he could only attribute to bad luck.
