The crowd was stunned, not expecting that this was the reason the wild buffalo herd appeared here.
Domesticating buffalo and reclaiming wasteland was a legitimate cause; no one would blame him for such a thing.
Wang Liheng was ordered to lead the people in helping the military round up the dead cattle, while Li Xiaogong also contacted other civilian relief points, summoning all available butchers.
The hides and sinews of the buffalo were extremely valuable resources for the immigrants; they couldn't be wasted.
Fortunately, each civilian relief officer had a booklet detailing the origin and specialties of every person under their jurisdiction.
With helicopters as transport, a large number of butchers were quickly brought in.
Watching the wild buffalo being dismembered, Fang Er, sitting on a broken wooden plank, had a sudden idea on how to organize the sports event within two days.
He even had the events planned out.
Patting the dust off his pants, he stood up and walked towards Li Xiaogong and the others. Yang Yanqi, the leading military figure of the Yang family, was also present and discreetly listening to their boasting.
Chai Shao: "Did you see my shot just now? Left eye in, right eye out. It'll definitely allow for a perfect hide!"
Niu Jindai: "Tsk, what's that? My shot was fired just as the bull was flicking its tail, right into its rear. You wouldn't even find a bullet hole!"
Zhang Gongjin looked at him with a wicked grin: "Tsk tsk tsk, impressive, truly impressive. You went in from the back of a young heifer!"
"What, are you jealous of my big gun?" Niu Jindai, far from being offended, made a lewd gesture at him with a smile.
Zhang Gongjin responded with disdain: "Get out of here. With your gun, you couldn't even tickle someone."
"You old rascal, dare to compete?" Niu Jindai was enraged; no man could tolerate such words.
Fang Er, who had just walked over, heard this and chuckled, seriously taking out his phone.
"Come on, hurry up and compete. Whoever backs down is a dog~"
*Swish!*
Zhang Gongjin and Niu Jindai simultaneously turned their heads, staring intently at the phone in his hand. Then, after exchanging a look, they immediately charged towards Fang Er.
"Little thief, let your elder see your size first!"
Fang Er: ???
What the hell, the script is wrong!
In a flash, he shoved the phone into his pocket and took off running.
The three chased each other, only stopping when they were exhausted and drenched in sweat.
Panting heavily, Fang Er waved his hands at them, "Enough messing around, I have something serious to tell you."
"What is it? Tell us," Niu Jindai wiped the sweat from his brow and looked at him curiously.
Joking aside, timing was everything. When he mentioned something serious, everyone gathered around.
Fang Er took out a two-liter bottle of cola from his pocket, casually chopped off a bull's horn, cleaned it, and used it as a cup. After pouring himself a full cup, he handed the cola to Cheng Yaojin beside him.
A natural buffalo horn cup, this item would be worth at least four figures in later generations.
Taking a sip of cola, he savored the way the bubbles exploded on his tongue – it was pure bliss.
Although there was an unavoidable gamey smell, the sophistication was absolutely top-notch!
Wiping his mouth with his sleeve, he spoke, "Well, I want to organize a competition. Are you gentlemen interested?"
"Oh, compete in what?" Li Xiaogong's interest was immediately piqued, and the others stared at him curiously.
Fang Er pointed to the dead buffalo around them, "Look, this area is all barren mountains and wilderness. Further east is an endless plain.
"With so many wild buffalo in these mountain ravines, there will surely be herds of them overwhelming the area over there.
"When the people migrate there in the future, these herds will inevitably pose a threat to them.
"How about we compete in bull hunting?"
After hearing his words, Niu Jindai grinned, "Hahahaha, that's a great idea. Count me in, old Niu. Tell me, how do we compete?"
Cheng Yaojin and Yuchi Jingde and others were eagerly waiting for him to explain the rules.
"This competition, I call it Operation Bull Hunt, will have four events."
"Bull roping, sharpshooting, cold weapon combat, and hand-to-hand capture!"
"Each event will rank the top three."
"I'll personally cover the prize money, which will be ten thousand yuan, five thousand yuan, and two thousand yuan respectively."
"So, gentlemen, which events are you preparing for?"
Having said that, he smiled and looked at everyone.
"A real man fights with bare hands! What need is there for swords and spears!" Niu Jindai thumped his chest and made a challenging gesture to the others.
"Yaha! Little brat, let's compete, who's afraid of whom!" Cheng Yaojin rolled up his sleeves and extended his pinky finger towards him, "If you lose, you have to call me Grandpa!"
Niu Jindai pretended not to hear, "Call you what if I lose?"
So, Cheng Yaojin loudly replied, "Grandpa!"
"Hey! Good grandson, wait up. Grandpa will roast you a bull penis to whet your appetite~" Niu Jindai laughed heartily and then quickly ran away.
Only then did Cheng Yaojin realize what had happened, grabbing the buffalo horn cup he had just drunk from and hurling it at Niu Jindai.
"You imposter, don't run! See if Grandpa doesn't beat the shit out of you!"
Then, he chased after Niu Jindai.
The others completely ignored such antics, one by one telling Fang Er which events they wished to participate in.
Unsurprisingly, all of them chose hand-to-hand bull capture.
A soldier from the Yang family, overhearing this, reported it to Yang Yanqi, who was leading the troops.
Soon, Yang Yanqi approached, "Duke An, may we participate in this competition?"
He didn't understand what ten thousand yuan meant.
However, he knew that the Yang family could only establish a foothold here by showcasing their strength.
And this kind of competition was undoubtedly a rare opportunity.
Fang Er hoped for more participants, so he smiled.
"Hahahaha, why not? Not only you, but I also saw people from several other noble families approaching just now. Go back and inform them. As long as they wish to participate, they can register.
"Tomorrow morning, we will officially begin!"
"Thank you, Duke An. This humble general will send someone back with the message." Yang Yanqi bowed and turned to leave.
Each civilian relief officer had a walkie-talkie, so information spread incredibly fast.
As Fang Er returned, the world passage disappeared once more, and the population transfer was temporarily halted.
In the evening, countless bonfires were lit along the coast, with iron pots placed over them. The aroma of meat broth filled the night sky.
The weather was hot, and beef couldn't be stored for long. Eating it was much easier than preserving it.
Some of the immigrants from the Great Song dynasty had never tasted meat in their lives, let alone afforded beef.
Just a piece of beef and a bowl of broth made them momentarily forget the sorrow of leaving their homes.
At this moment, settling down here seemed not so unacceptable to them.