The two bulls on the field were already fighting with red eyes, snorting and panting in their noses, and their eyes were facing each other.

It should be three eyes facing each other, the ox's eyes are blinded, the flesh and blood are blurred, and it looks very bloody and violent.

The audience in the auditorium, instead of feeling bloody and violent, was quite excited, and the blood in their hearts had been stimulated by the tragic bullfighting competition.

There was a burst of cheers and exclamations from the field.

He exclaimed for one of the cows to the end, and cheered for the tenacious standing of one of the cows.

The audience in the audience was all swayed by the two pit bulls.

Cheer for them, mourn for them.

The two bulls fought for more than half an hour, and finally the scalper was exhausted and fell to the ground with a bang, unable to stand up for a long time.

"Alas!"

"Get up!"

"Get up!"

"Hurry up!"

"General Gold, stand up! Stand up! ”

A group of spectators in the audience rushed to the front, holding on to the guardrail in front of them, shouting loudly in a hurry.

"Zuo Shuzi, is the scalper dead?" Zhao Zhen asked a little sadly.

"The scalper didn't die, the scalper was just injured and didn't have the strength to stand up!" Zhang Junping shook his head and explained in a low voice.

A few people came in and drove the buffalo back to the pen.

At this point, the scalper finally struggled to his feet.

"Okay!"

"Okay!"

There was a cheer in the audience, everyone did not spurn it because the scalper was a loser, the scalper fell to the ground several times, stood up several times, and his tenacity and persistence won everyone's respect.

"It's a pity that although General Golden has tried his best, he is still not the opponent of General Silver Horn!

Still, General Gold's tenacity has earned us respect! The man in brocade walked to the middle and said loudly, "Next, please continue to watch the second game!"

The Dark Lord and the Yellow-Haired General are invited! ”

Zhang Junping couldn't help but complain, this name is really bad!

The game between the Dark Lord and the yellow-haired general was not as exciting as before, no matter how the brocade-clothed man teased, the two bulls only fought for two rounds, and the yellow-haired general fled in the wilderness, fleeing back to the bullpen with his tail between his legs.

It caused everyone to burst into laughter.

This is also normal, it is not possible to feed the bull with stimulant drugs in every game.

The cattle that were fed the medicine, after a game, were basically defeated and completely abolished, not only could not participate in the later competitions, but also had to go to the slaughterhouse in the future.

The first scene was also to mobilize everyone's emotions, so I had to use medicine as a last resort.

Some of the next few games were exciting, and some were like the second game, and after a few rounds of fighting, one of the cows would run away.

Although it is not very exciting, everyone still watches with relish, and from time to time there is a burst of laughter for the mistake of a certain cow, and will also cheer for the wonderful performance of a certain cow.

Zhang Jianzhong also came and brought a group of his wives and concubines to watch the bullfight.

When he saw that his Dark Lord had won easily, he jumped up from his seat happily and shouted to his wife with his hands dancing: "Lady, do you see it? See? That's my cow, Dark Lord!

Isn't it awesome? Isn't it awesome? ”

"It's amazing! Jiro's cows are really amazing! Zhang Jianzhong's wife, Cao, smiled and nodded.

The Cao family has already accepted his fate, what can he do if he marries such a husband who is not stingy?

If he wants to raise cattle, go and raise cattle! As long as you don't wander around the fence all day long, and don't pick up people at home.

No woman wants to share her husband with others, even in ancient times, they are powerless to fight, but that doesn't mean they like it.

There were more people outside the bullring, and although they couldn't see the game inside, it didn't stop them from cheering and sighing.

The atmosphere outside the stadium was no worse than that outside the stadium, and they cheered for the victory of their cattle and sighed for the defeat of their cattle bought.

After twelve battles, the Dark Lord won today's preliminary round.

"Hahaha! Champion! Champion! My Dark Lord is the champion! Zhang Jianzhong rushed out of the box, holding on to the railing, laughing out loud.

Zhang Jianzhong's smile alarmed Zhao Heng, "Who is that person?" ”

"Back to Your Majesty, that person is the second uncle!" Zhang Junping bowed and replied.

My second uncle is really a child who doesn't grow up, how old is it, isn't it just a preliminary champion? As for being so happy?

"That Dark Lord, it's really good, I look at the moon, the season winner is possible!

I'll watch the game again when it's time for the monthly competition! Zhao Heng was in a good mood, and he didn't care about Zhang Jianzhong's shouting, but said with a smile.

"Thank you, Your Majesty, for the compliment! The minister will tell the second uncle to let him raise it well and strive to win the monthly and quarterly championships! ”

"Aiqing doesn't have to be polite! Raising cattle is serious! I heard that your second uncle raised more than 100 cows in order to breed more robust cows!

Although he is here to breed bullfighting, the other cattle will eventually enter the people's homes and become ploughing bulls!

If there are hundreds more carefully raised cattle like your second uncle in the world! Why should the people worry that there are no ploughing oxen? ”

"Your Majesty is wise! From a high vantage point, he pointed out the benefits of breeding bullfights, and Fei Chen admired! Zhang Junping bowed and said.

"Huh! That's your idea, right? Not bad, very good! You don't fight, you don't rob, you silently do a great thing for the people of the Great Song Dynasty! Zhao Heng praised with his head bowed.

"The minister is afraid, the minister just did a trivial thing, and he can't afford to be praised by His Majesty!" Zhang Junping bowed again.

On the carriage back to the palace, Zhao Heng and Liu E were both smiling, and the excited look on Zhao Zhen's face had not disappeared.

"Aifei, how much money did we make this time?"

"Back to Your Majesty, we have earned a full 20,000!" Liu E replied with a smile.

"Twenty thousand, good, good! The information collected by the Imperial City Division is still very accurate, and that Dark Lord is indeed very strong, not comparable to other bullfights! Zhao Heng, who made money, smiled even brighter.

He, the emperor, is also short of money!

After the Tanyuan Alliance, Zhao Heng was a Zen seal and a temple, and the money in the interior had been almost spent by him.

It is indispensable to reward the courtiers during the New Year's holidays, and now they have begun to eat grain.

Now you can earn 20,000 yuan in a bullfighting competition, 365 days a year, no preliminary round, no monthly retest, semi-finals every quarter, and finals at the end of the year, as long as you grasp it well, how much money can you make?

Hundreds of thousands, there must be some, so the rewards of the courtiers have all come out.

How could Zhao Heng not be happy?

This Zhang Boan is really capable, a game, not only solved the problem of eating beef, but also helped him solve the financial crisis of the internal treasury.

"Zuo Shuzi uses a knife, right? Go back and see if there is a good sword in the treasure house, I will give it to him! Zhao Heng was happy, and people became more generous.