Plans always fall short of changes.
Bi Fang had intended to be all set and ready to go by June 1st, but he underestimated the ti it would take to train a cal. Although he was patient enough with the task itself, he was a bit short on ti.
Fortunately, the training was remarkably successful, which made Bi Fang decide to stick to it and wait a couple more days.
If one could acquire a cal, it would be entirely possible to cut the traversal ti down to about two months—there was still ample ti.
When the first day arrived, the cal's lead-laying training had just ended. By evening, nearly three days of training allowed Bi Fang to make the cal follow his commands to lie down and move about without being blindfolded, and to a certain extent, allow physical contact.
At the very least, when it was ti to eat, Bi Fang could touch the cal without causing any resistance or getting kicked unexpectedly.
The cost of doing this was that Bi Fang had to spend an hour each day looking for enough food to fill the cal—and if it hadn't been for a field of wild lons nearby, it really would've been tough.
"The ti to test the results has arrived."
Bi Fang took deep breaths, watching the cal standing quietly in front of him with a rather solemn expression.
Aside from lead-laying training, another significant accomplishnt over these three days was that the cal had developed the behavior of not resisting or running away as long as its rope was tied to a stake.
"Once you've done enough lead-laying and suspension control, you can start trying to ride it. This is the most crucial and dangerous step,"
"because you don't know how the cal will react. It might beco a crazy horse, or it might turn into a fine mount; anything is possible."
Hearing this, the previously effective audience watching the cal training couldn't help but tense up again.
Bi Fang ran his hand over the cal's flank. On the first day of this action, he had to keep a close watch on the cal's limbs, but now that was no longer necessary.
As much physical contact as possible can make the animal accustod to this behavior and not feel disgusted by it.
If the technique is advanced enough, it can even make the animal enjoy it.
"Anyway, seeing as I've fed it so much, I hope it spares from a kick later."
[Cal: Tired of big fish and at, craving sothing fresh.]
[To be honest, I'm getting nervous too]
[Truthfully, I can't imagine a cal turning into a crazy horse]
[Western Cal Boy shines bright, let's see how many seconds this contestant can last]
Bi Fang pressed down with one hand, and the cal obediently knelt to the ground.
This scene had occurred many tis before, giving the crowd a bit more confidence.
"The first step of riding is to have the cal lie down, gently hold the rein close to the neck, get on, and then slowly release the reins to let the cal stand up."
"If you don't train it this way from the start, the cal may develop a habit of rising abruptly, and falling from two ters high, although not usually fatal, still often leads to injuries. Plus, the cal might get frightened, and if it steps on you, that's the end."
[To be honest, you can ride in between the humps of a bactrian cal, but how do you ride a drodary? It seems too far forward at the front, and you might easily fall off from the back.]
[Indeed, I've never ridden one, but just thinking about it feels strange. Is it uncomfortable to ride on the hump?]
"Actually, the front and back you're talking about, or even directly on top of the hump, are all possible."
"The cal's hump is essentially a lump of fat, like our buttocks; both are very resilient. Sitting on it won't hurt, and the carrying capacity of a drodary is very strong—a single cal can easily carry more than 150 kilograms, supporting two adults is no problem."
Bi Fang stared at the cal's back, briefly explained a few points, then gently pulled the reins to press down and pushed the cal's head down, and then, with slight nervousness, stepped onto one side of the cal saddle.
Although today was the first day of riding training, there had been preparations before.
After getting sowhat acquainted, Bi Fang began by laying a long towel over the cal's back. Gradually, he increased the weight, finally adding a saddle he had made himself, letting the cal slowly get used to the sensation of foreign, and even heavy objects, on its back.
When Bi Fang stepped on the wooden stirrup, the cal snorted loudly, startling the audience in front of the screen, but the cal made no further move.
Bi Fang was not one to dawdle. Since he was ntally prepared, he decided to be direct. Stepping on the stirrups, he swung himself onto the cal's back.
This ti, the cal reacted, attempting to lift its front legs to stand up, but Bi Fang quickly grabbed the reins, pressed down forcefully, preventing the cal's attempt to rise, and with just a few movents, made the cal lie down again.
The constant snorting undoubtedly proved the cal's unease at the mont, yet Bi Fang was neither impatient nor hasty. Instead, he patiently and gently lifted the cal's neck to keep it calm.
This tactic was effective, and about fifteen minutes later, the cal cald down again.
[a bit thrilling]
[darn, first ti watching soone ta a wild animal, and it's a cal]
[I really start to doubt if there is any skill that Master Fang doesn't possess]
[Mainly, the speed is too quick, showing results in just three days]
"Wild cals and dostic cals are like wolves and dogs. Theoretically, the single-humped wild cal is extinct, but you can still see many herds of them in the Sahara. They are like wild dogs, and they have the potential to be tad again."
"Cows, sheep, horses, pigs, these were dosticated early on, and aren't too difficult to ta. If it took a lot of ti, how would the first person who tried know they could be tad?"
"It's more about chance coincidences, plus lower taming costs. Through trial and error, humans have identified these tar animals."
Bi Fang swayed his body, pulled on the reins, and instead of pressing down on the cal's head, he tried to get it to stand.
"Wow."
When a two-ter-tall behemoth stood up, and the vista suddenly elevated, even soone as composed as Bi Fang couldn't help but shout.
Not out of fear, but excitent.
Over two ters high, feeling the behemoth's breath, and the gentle swaying, that floating and rocking sensation is impossible to imagine without experiencing it firsthand.
[strong unmatched!!]
[Lord Mu sends the strear a yacht*666—can this thing be kept in the Magic Capital?]
[soul interrogation]
[That would depend on whether the house is big enough]
[Even if it's not, you could keep it at a club!]
[Goudan has a new companion now!!]
[Ace Special Ops sends the strear a spaceship*1]
Bi Fang cald his excited heart and continued, "After standing up, follow its desired direction, controlling either the nose left or right, don't rush it or hit its head, in general, keep everything stable and adaptable."
"If you can make it follow behind the cal rider, gently pulling the reins, this way is the easiest for taming, having a 'role model' will help the cal understand its situation and the aning of its actions."
"If you see other livestock preparing to lie down, quickly make it run to one side. If you let it lie down and then co down to lead it, it'll want to stop whenever it sees a herd from then on."
Bi Fang didn't control the direction and, as he said, let the cal walk freely.
Wandering freely over the Red Land.
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