Zhao Hanzhang sprinted to the outskirts of West City. Naturally, she wasn't alone; she also brought along four horse handlers.
Gazing at the endless wilderness overgrown with weeds, Zhao Hanzhang waved her hand and said, "This will be our horse ranch in the future."
The horse handlers stared with mouths agape.
"Of course, it can't be called a horse ranch," she added, "In the absence of imperial permission, no one in the civilian sector can privately raise horses legally. We can't openly label it a horse ranch, or we'd simply be inviting the authorities to come and confiscate it."
Thus, Zhao Hanzhang declared, "We'll call it a pasture!"
The horse handler swallowed and asked, "Just grazing like this?"
He looked down at the wild grass by his feet, touched it, then shook his head and said, "Many of these grasses aren't suitable for horses to eat, but they're good for raising cattle."
