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Chapter 836 - 460 Raise Your Hand If You Work and Eat

Chapter 836: Chapter 460 Raise Your Hand If You Work and Eat

Unfortunately, this top-grade beef has ended up in Yan Fei’s hands, just like the fate of the essay he wrote this morning. An essay that might have shocked the academic field of paleontology had to rely on face just to get a mere fifty points from the language teacher.

It’s the same with this beef, which should have entered the world-renowned top-tier restaurants or been served on the dining tables of so-called high society. Now, due to persuasion from someone at the cattle farm, it’s lucky to end up barely making it as beef jerky—Yan Fei had originally planned on storing it to eat himself or give away occasionally, with the leftovers to be kept as food for the tiger, black bear, and the dog at home.

It might come to the point where, if there was surplus that couldn’t be fed, it would just be thrown into the lake for the giant salamander.

Casually throwing the beef offal into the sea, Yan Fei even joked to himself, "Isn’t this meat and wine rot within the vermilion gates while there are frozen bones on the road?"

Most people in Sancha River Township seldom even get to eat beef offal! He could only toss it into the sea to feed the fish, which was truly a reluctant choice.

He had been planning to starve those people from Japan a few more days, but now there was work to do, so he decided not to make them go hungry any longer. He appeared instantly inside the cave and said in Japanese, "I am the master here. Do you guys want to work for food or not? Think it over for yourselves: work and there will be food, if you don’t want to work, continue to stay here. Think about it carefully, I’ll come back in half an hour."

After speaking, he did not wait for those Japanese people to react and vanished in an instant.

How these people would discuss was no longer his concern.

What becomes of these people is the last thing on Yan Fei’s mind. The people from Japan had provoked him time and again, even sending spies. What would happen if his secrets were exposed?

This was no mere competition, but a fight to the death...

Who knows if they would send more people? His own people were a bunch of honest bumpkins; could they always stay vigilant? The thief has already gotten inside once, kicked out the first time—why wait for them to come prepared for another try?

There’s an old saying that’s true: there are only a thousand days to be a thief, not a thousand days to guard against one!

Moreover, there’s another saying that’s correct: how can one allow those with ill intentions to sleep beside your couch? Rather than waiting for someone to stealthily stab you, it’s better to strike first—although it’s now a case of being stabbed first before striking back.

Who would care about the people who were full of hope, now unable to afford meat or to see a doctor, after the cattle farm collapsed?

Yan Fei doesn’t need to understand the big principles; all he needs to know is that these people are the descendants of those who carried guns onto our land and committed all kinds of atrocities back in the day.

Putting this out of mind, Yan Fei started to stew the beef, sending some to No.1 Coolie and No.2 Coolie as well. Then he got busy looking for wooden planks to use in the cold storage. The furniture that was bad at first now finally had a use. They could be placed in the cold storage as racks for the beef.

After all, his family did have a cold storage, and Yan Fei knew this bit of common sense. If he didn’t place separators in the natural cold storage, the beef would freeze into a huge chunk of ice, which would be a real hassle!

Busy as a bee, nearly an hour had passed instead of half, when he reappeared in the cave and asked, "Have you thought it through? Raise your hand if you want to work for food..."

During the busy time Yan Fei had, the atmosphere inside the entire cave was very heated.

Suddenly, a man appeared, using his own language, which he wasn’t quite proficient in yet, and made them consider the choice between working for food or continuing to stay here and starve. No wonder they were unsettled?

After Yan Fei left, a short period of silence in the cave was followed by a discussion.

Yan Fei felt that two days was sufficient time for these people to make up their minds.

For these individuals, having stayed in the cave where neither heaven nor earth responded, they only had some pancakes last night. Though Yan Fei didn’t fancy the pancakes that No.1 Coolie and No.2 Coolie made, for these starving people, the pancakes were already a rare delight.

It was just a pity that there weren’t enough of them; the two coolies had originally prepared some other food as well. But Yan Fei didn’t give them a chance to speak, taking the pancakes and leaving.

If pancakes had mysteriously appeared yesterday, today it was a person who did. Like the deities in myths and legends, he came and went as he pleased. The group was naturally astounded, but it was just that—astonishment. If being transported to a different world could happen, what couldn’t?

After a round of discussion, due to unequal information and a huge gap in power, these people couldn’t come to any sort of agreement.

Now Yan Fei had appeared again, and upon hearing his question about their choice, a small group immediately raised their hands. Some of these people, clear-headed, thought that they were already at his mercy and resigned themselves to it. Others were driven by hunger, not wanting to think about anything else—if there was food available, they’d do whatever was asked of them. Having something to eat meant staying alive a little longer, while continuing to stay here—who knew how long they could last?

A few of the braver ones, mustering their last bit of energy, rushed forward and started to shout at Yan Fei, "What exactly are you..."

Before they could finish their sentence, Yan Fei had already tossed and pushed them into the water.

If their minds weren’t clear by now, staying alive was just a waste of food; throwing them into the water might sober them up!

He went up and picked up the two people closest to him who had just raised their hands, and in an instant, they were transported via the vegetable greenhouse hub to the large rocks in the sea that they had seen the day before.

Two, four, six...

Yan Fei had memorized all the people who had raised their hands in just one glance—there were a total of eight, and now he had brought all of them to the rocks. Then, from No.2 Coolie Valley, he fetched various knives—No.2 Coolie treated blacksmithing as entertainment, and although his skills were average, these tools were fine for ordinary people.

Next, with an iron skewer, he brought down a cow with a single jab and quickly sent over four cows.

He instructed the still confused people, "Skin them, carve all the meat off, and toss the rest directly into the sea to feed the fish. Place the cut meat over here, and don’t worry about anything else. Once you’re done, you’ll get to eat; after eating, you’ll work again in the evening. The more you do, the better you can ensure your survival. As for those who don’t want to work, the sky and sea are full of dinosaurs waiting for meat..."

These weren’t empty threats to scare them; they were true words.

It was now evening, with the sun setting in the west, and the Pterosaurs were just beginning their journey home. As Yan Fei was speaking, a few Pterosaurs passing by saw the small creatures below, as well as Da Hei the cow lying on the ground awaiting death, and immediately two Pterosaurs broke off from the formation and dove towards them...