Reborn in America, I am a legendary short seller on Wall Street.

Chapter 191: A Mix of Joy and Sorrow
It was also Monday, April 4th.

Larry followed Dunbar back to Holliston.

After two days of riding training, Larry had gotten used to riding, still on the Morgan horse that Mr. Dunbar had given him. Riding all the way from Oak Valley back to Hartford, Larry could sometimes keep the horse at a brisk trot.

When his father learned that he was now practicing riding, he was very keen to let him ride Thor, but Mr. Dunbar refused, saying that Morgan was more docile and better suited to someone like Larry who was just learning to ride.

Larry is still just dabbling in riding; he doesn't plan to ride long-term, but he has named his horse "Biscuit."

Biscuit wasn't very old and had a gentle temperament. He followed Dunbar's horse and always remained cautious and obedient.

Larry felt himself slowly starting to like his pony.

Upon entering Holliston, Larry urged his horse forward to ride alongside Mr. Dunbar, glancing around and muttering, "Is there a bank here?"

Mr. Dunbar turned to Larry and asked, "I thought you were going to buy a train ticket back to Boston. Why are you looking for a bank? I observed the geography here yesterday when I was buying horses, and there shouldn't be any banks. This town is too small."

Larry frowned and said, “Oh, that’s troublesome! I wanted to leave some money for my parents, but I forgot to mention it in New York. But leaving them checks won’t work either; they have even less of a chance to cash them than I do.”

After listening to Larry's words, Dunbar remained silent for a few seconds before slowly saying, "Are you planning to leave a large sum of money to your parents?"

“Yes, about $2. I want them to be comfortable.”

After another ten seconds of silence, Mr. Dunbar said calmly, "Larry, I shouldn't interfere in your family affairs. But have you noticed that your father seems to be drinking heavily?"

Upon hearing this, Larry abruptly turned to Mr. Dunbar and asked, "Is that true? How did you figure that out?"

Dunbar pursed his lips. "First, there's the observation: his barn, living quarters, and stables are full of bottles of liquor, which clearly indicates he's always drinking. Also, you know, alcoholics and those who don't enjoy drinking give off completely different vibes."

Larry's heart tightened suddenly as he remembered something: the first time he saw his father after his rebirth, the father reeked of alcohol, as if he had drunk quite a bit.

But that's normal; it would be strange for a sailor not to drink.

But if he drinks too much, it will definitely be bad for his health. In addition, Larry is also worried that he will treat his mother rudely.

Seeing Larry fall silent, Mr. Dunbar raised an eyebrow and said, "Don't worry too much. I think he can still control himself. But I understand his feelings. After talking to him, I learned about his story. He also became somewhat disheartened after losing his finger, and he also suffers from severe rheumatic pain. Perhaps he drinks more to relieve the pain."

Seeing that Larry remained silent, Dunbar carefully said, "I've seen many people like this. Actually, your father is quite responsible and still prioritizes the family business. But I'm worried about one thing: if he really has no worries about food and clothing, then even his inner convictions might fade, and he might become more addicted to alcohol. Giving him a large sum of money would be harming him."

Larry nodded silently, unsure how to respond to Dunbar.

Mr. Dunbar gently stroked the chestnut horse beneath him and said, “It would be best to find him more work to do, keep him busy, and give him some extra income that looks normal. That way, you can not only subtly help improve your parents’ quality of life, but also keep him busy so he drinks less.”

Larry looked up at Dunbar and said, “You’re right! Besides, it’s time to start clearing the land. His farm needs more helpers, and I can also find him some easy jobs that don’t require much work but can earn extra money. That way, we can help them as much as possible.”

Dunbar smiled and nodded, then said nothing more.

Larry thought about what to do again, and a general idea came to him. The worry on his face disappeared.

"Uncle Dunbar, how many miles is it from here back to Boston? Let's just ride back."

Dunbar smiled faintly, "Oh, this is going to be a test for you. Riding all the way back, your butt will be shaken to pieces."

Larry laughed and said casually, "You gave me such a precious gift, I can't just sell it in town again!"

Dunbar smiled and then said, "It's more than 30 miles back to Boston from here. It'll be evening by the time we get back by bike. If you really want to do that, then let's go!"

Larry chuckled, flicked the reins, and shouted, "Biscuit, let's go!"

As he spoke, he took the lead and galloped forward.
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The distance from Holliston to Boston's Back Bay is approximately 30 miles, or about 48 kilometers.

At this time, the train journey usually took about an hour and a half, but riding a horse was much more troublesome. The horsepower had to be optimized, and the rider needed rest after a long ride. The journey took until 6 p.m. before they finally returned to Boston.

Larry really felt like his butt was being bounced into four pieces.

The saddle was particularly hard and rough, and even though he changed into jeans, Larry still felt very uncomfortable as it rubbed against his buttocks and thighs.

There's a price to pay for bragging! I thought riding back to Boston on horseback would be fun, but the journey was exhausting for both of us.

When Larry saw the hostel next to his apartment in the Bay Area, he was so excited he almost cried.

But Mr. Dunbar was completely unaware of the same distance. He said that when he was in the army, he could ride 50 miles a day, and back then people had to sleep on their horses.

Since horses were still an important means of transportation at this time, the inns in the Back Bay area could also store them. Larry would no longer show off, so he quickly dismounted, grabbed his biscuits, and went into the inn, hurriedly calling out to the innkeeper.

"How much does it cost to store a horse here?" Larry asked hurriedly.

The owner, pipe in hand, glanced at the horse behind Larry and said, “Sir, we have fixed prices here. An open-air manger with water is $0.75 per night; an indoor stable with hay and basic grooming is $1.25. If you add oat feeding and hoof check, that’s a premium service, $2 per night.”

Larry didn't quite understand this, so he turned to look at Dunbar. Dunbar dismounted and nodded to Larry, saying...
"I'll make the arrangements!"

Then Dunbar asked the innkeeper, "Do you offer a weekly discount?"

The owner nodded and said, "Special offer: $7.5 for the first week, which includes a veterinary check-up, two horseshoe changes a year, a separate stable, and grooming. From the second week onwards, it's $6.5 a week."

"That's settled then!" Dunbar casually pulled the reins of his chestnut horse over and handed them to the other person.

The innkeeper turned and called over a young waiter, who led both horses into the stable to unsaddle them and prepare oat fodder.

"By the way, sir, you should know that there's a $5 deposit for each horse, plus a 50-cent insurance fee," the shopkeeper said, taking a puff of his pipe.

Larry nodded, took out a $50 bill, and handed it to the shopkeeper.

The shopkeeper nodded and said, "Okay, sir, I'll register you. I'll refund any overpayment and collect any underpayment later."

As Larry watched his biscuits being led into the stable, he suddenly felt a pang of reluctance. This kind of bond between rider and horse is a complex emotion that arises naturally in every rider, but Larry had never felt this way about his bicycle.

Oh, speaking of his bicycle, it should still be with Mr. K, right? Larry remembers once assigning his buddy a task and giving him the bicycle to ride.

The advantage of machines is that they are hassle-free; unlike horses, you don't have to worry about storage issues.

But it truly has no soul.
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After saying goodbye to Mr. Dunbar, Larry returned to his apartment and lay on the bed, not wanting to move.

After riding horses all day, and spending the last few days either on overnight trains or on dusty farms, Larry felt he absolutely needed a hot shower, otherwise he couldn't sleep well at all.

After struggling for a while, Larry finally stood up, staggered to the bathroom, and took a shower.

Lying in the warm water of the bathtub, Larry hummed comfortably.

A year after his rebirth, Larry still follows the Chinese habit from his previous life when it comes to bathing: he tries to bathe at night so he can sleep more comfortably.

Incidentally, Larry also discovered the secret behind why white Americans showered in the morning: white people still had body odor, and about nine out of ten of them had that smell...

Indescribable!

Especially when he was crammed into a small room, Larry would often think of cumin lamb and New England's famous clam chowder from his past life.

It's not summer yet, but the smell will be even stronger when it's summer!
There were no cheap deodorants available at that time.

Therefore, respectable gentlemen and ladies should take a bath in the morning to make themselves smell better.

Larry was lucky; at least he didn't have body odor.

So taking a shower at night is fine.

Larry lay in the bathtub, his mind racing. He planned to inspect the convenience store and milk tea projects later. He had confidence in Mr. K's management, but he didn't know how Logan was doing.

In addition, I also need to go and check on the progress of the Browning brothers and Ford Motor Company.

Being so busy and overwhelmed is awful. I'm already quite wealthy in this life, so why do I feel like I've been turned into a beast of burden again...?

Lost in thought, Larry heard a man upstairs humming a song as he headed straight for the bathroom, followed by the sound of running water...

Isn't that Matthew upstairs?
He is back?

Larry paused for a moment, then suddenly thought of something very important: since white people are used to taking a shower in the morning, why would he take a shower at night?

Could it be that she's already living with Mr. Winthrop's daughter?

impossible? !
Larry immediately lost his composure.

　There'll be another chapter tonight, but don't wait. Go to bed early this weekend, and read it tomorrow morning when you've had a good sleep and have nothing else to do. Congratulations everyone, goodnight.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)