Chapter 8: I Love Eating Perch

Mo Xiaobai was following these two channels to find those familiar names. Especially a certain veteran driver; since the first day he entered the Plane, posting nonsense in the water channel had become his daily routine.

“High energy ahead, high energy ahead, my fellow Lords, the Mazen Era you’ve been waiting for is coming. This Territory’s specialty, the Dayuan Horse Blood Steeds and the Wuzhui Dilu, are now accepting reservations.”

“Fou, fou, fou! The veteran driver is speeding up, starting the Mazen Era.”

“The difficulty coefficient for Mazen actions is 2.0. You need an iron butt for that, you know.”

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Another stream of chaotic channel messages flashed by, and Mo Xiaobai chuckled, thinking to himself: That’s exactly who I’m looking for.

He scrolled the channel messages upward, locked onto the “Mazen Advertisement,” and after confirming the player ID who posted it, Mo Xiaobai tapped his right finger, bringing up a prompt box.

Add Friend.

The Lord Plane had no search ID function. If you wanted to add someone, you could only do it face-to-face or through a channel. Mo Xiaobai’s friend request didn’t take more than two or three seconds to send, and he immediately heard the “Approved” notification.

Along with the Intellect Brain’s prompt, a friend call alert also rang out.

“I Love Eating Perch?”

“Yes, yes, bro, it’s me.”

As soon as the call connected, Mo Xiaobai heard a thick Northeastern accent: “So this game actually has a friend feature? I was wondering about that just now. Bro, you’ve finally solved a problem for me.”

“Haha~ It’s nothing. I only added you because I saw your message.” Mo Xiaobai had no intention of small talk; he went straight to the point.

“Are you talking about ‘Mazen’ or ‘Mazen Horses’?” The veteran on the other end habitually drove his car, but then remembered he should be serious and cleared his throat, saying sternly: “Bro, you want to buy horses?”

“Buying horses is one part; the other is I want to cooperate with you.”

“Cooperate? What do you mean?”

“Let’s not talk about cooperation for now. First, let me understand: do you really have Wuzhui horses and Dilu horses?”

Of course, Mo Xiaobai knew that was impossible, but the “I Love Eating Perch” on the other end showed no embarrassment at being exposed. Instead, he grinned and laughed: “Haha~ Bro, you’re joking. It’s just a name, isn’t it? I can name it whatever I want.”

“True, it’s just a name, but what if there really is a famous horse from the North?”

A Famous Horse!

Mo Xiaobai threw out a bait, and a brief silence quickly appeared in the call.

After a moment of silence, “Luyu” suddenly became serious: “Bro, just say what you want. Right now, I only have a few ordinary Yellow-Maned Horses. If you tell me about famous horses, you’re either making fun of me or you have another agenda.”

This guy was finally serious?

Good! Being serious made things easier!

Mo Xiaobai felt happy inside and feigned seriousness too: “It’s the early stage of the ‘game,’ and time is precious. I have no reason to make fun of you. If I say I dare, I have the confidence to back it up.”

“Then, bro, keep talking.”

“The famous horses I mean aren’t Wuzhui or Dilu. I’m talking about bloodlines. Do you know the Wushan Horse? It is one of many offspring spawned by the Xiongnu Horse, and also one of the ancestors of the Mongol Horse.”

“Wushan Horse? Raised by the Wuhuan and Xianbei?”

“You actually know quite a bit. Yes, that’s exactly what you said. The Wushan Horse was a very short-lived breed throughout ancient Huaxia history, but in reality, this breed is larger in build than the Mongol Horse, and its endurance rivals the Xiongnu Horses of back then.” Mo Xiaobai thought about relevant information from his past life while trying to introduce it simply to “Luyu.”

Luyu listened and became interested too: “Does the Great Song Dynasty have Wushan Horses?”

“Of course, the Wushan Horses exist, but that’s not what I mean.”

Mo Xiaobai circled back a bit before saying with a smile: “You probably don’t know this. For every hundred foals born in a Wushan Horse herd, one pure white horse that reverts to its ancestor must appear. Its bloodline is pure, and it has been tempered by the ages. It can be called the best in Huaxia, and it’s no worse than the top-tier blood steeds of Central Asia.”

Less than a hundred Wushan horses, but after a hundred, they turn into Qilin!

This was a phrase heard by almost every Player in the Huaxia Region during his previous life.

But this phrase only appeared two years after the Lord Plane was opened. During an instance in the entire Huaxia Region, a full five thousand white cavalry, led by a Historical Famous General, galloped eighty li and, in less than an hour, broke through a Soldier Formation of fifty thousand men.

On that day, the Wushan White Horses became famous in a single battle.

“Does Huaxia really have white horses with this kind of super bloodline?” Luyu was no longer calm at this moment; he panted a bit and asked eagerly.

“Of course, there are. Huaxia is rich in natural treasures, so there’s no reason why our horses would be inferior to other countries. We just lack a Bo Le.” Seeing that Luyu was already tempted, Mo Xiaobai added with great certainty: “I know where a large Wushan Horse herd is. There are at least a hundred reversion white horses inside. Do you want them?”

“Yes, of course I do.” Luyu responded without waiting.

“I’ll give you the address, and you go get them yourself. But remember, you only have one night. After tonight, not only will that place be occupied by Wuhuan people, but even the random small monsters along the road could wipe you out easily.” Mo Xiaobai reminded him and gave the specific coordinates of the hidden basin he knew from his past life.

“I remember it. It’s not just night, I’m setting off right now.” After hearing about the white horses, Luyu had temporarily forgotten his daily nonsense in the water channel; his tone was extremely excited.

But just after Luyu recited the coordinates several times to himself, he felt something was wrong.

What was this “Daydreaming” trying to do?

Why give away such a huge piece of news for nothing?

Although Luyu was vulgar, he was sharp-witted. He changed his tone and asked: “Bro, I’ll trust that your information is true, but you have to tell me why you chose me for this job?”

“Oh, does finding you good-looking count as a reason?” Mo Xiaobai blinked while telling a lie, and Luyu on the other end was covered in black lines.

Good-looking?

What the heck is this!

“Alright, go find your white horses. If you manage to tame them successfully, we’ll talk about the next step of cooperation.” Mo Xiaobai put on an “Laozi” attitude again, like an expert who didn’t need to explain: “If you die on the way or can’t tame the Wushan White Horses, then we won’t talk anymore, to save time.”

“Last thing: Good luck to you!”

After saying that, Mo Xiaobai ended the call directly. He looked vaguely toward the north and smiled knowingly:

Fatty, thank you for taking care of me in my previous life. Of course, in this life, I must give you a chance to fulfill your dream.

You want to build the Lord Plane’s most amazing agricultural and livestock Territory. Neither of us had the ability in our past lives, but in this life, I can help you. I can help you fulfill your dream that hasn’t changed for ten years.

In Mo Xiaobai’s previous life, because the initial trial rewards were terrible, his Territory collapsed before a month passed. He could only wander around, trying his luck everywhere. Later, he met “I Love Eating Perch,” who had moved inward from You Province. These two miserable brothers teamed up, got close within a few days, and took root together in Qing Province.

That period, even though Mo Xiaobai had been reborn, he still missed it very much.