The next day, Jiang Shaohua led the ministers to Biyang Racecourse.
The cultivated fields in Biyang County occupy less than half of the area, with large tracts of land fenced off to create the racecourse. Over the past twenty years, the racecourse has been gradually established. As soon as you enter, you see an endless expanse of pastureland, teeming with fine horses of various breeds and sizes. Dozens of Ma Nu tend to the foals nearby.
Such a grand scene is truly awe-inspiring.
All the trusted aides could hardly contain their excitement.
Even Song Yuan, typically reserved, couldn't help but smile and say, "At first glance, it felt like we were on the Outer Grassland."
Dashan was equally amazed: "The last time I came was five years ago when I accompanied the Prince on a tour of the racecourse. In the few years since, the number of magnificent horses has grown significantly."
As for Chen Jinyu, his eyes were dazzled and could hardly take in everything.
