Chapter 941: Chapter 941 Run!_1 Chapter 941: Chapter 941 Run!_1 It was really quite simple, just two smooth wooden boards used as sled runners, with another board fixed on top to serve as a rather crude seat.
Upon seeing this contraption, Yang Wenxiao couldn’t help but smile and exclaim in admiration, “The things you and your spouse co up with always carry that original simplicity.”
Upon hearing this, Tong Sanlang smiled, taking it as a complint.
He tied the ropes of the sled to the horse and then led it out of the manor.
Yang Wenxiao, Yang Hao, Tong Tiehu, including Fan Linong, and nurous off-duty guards all followed to see what the commotion was about.
Tong Sanlang then sat on the small sled, grabbing the reins in one hand while waving the whip with the other, “Go!”
The horse began to move slowly.
All the snow on this little path of the manor had been compacted, and the excessively thick snow had to be shoveled onto the crops on both sides. Fan Linong simply ordered people to lead the horses to run over it several tis to compress the snow further.
Now, as the horse began to move, the sled Tong Sanlang was on started moving as well.
The runners of the sled were quite efficient. As the horse broke into a run, the sled did too, moving smoothly and steadily without any feeling of obstruction.
Sitting on the simple plank was, in fact, even steadier than being in a carriage.
Tong Sanlang drove the sled back and forth, and then decided to stand up.
The sled was so low it only reached his knees. While sitting, he had felt that the horse in front was too tall, but now that he stood, he towered over the horse, enjoying an open view. As the horse galloped, the wind rushed past him, and he hardly felt any jolting.
This sensation suddenly reminded him of the sports car Xiaomai had described.
The feeling was indeed no less thrilling than driving a sports car with the wind in hair!
When he had returned to the entrance of the manor again, Fan Linong, itching to try, spoke up, “Sanlang, co on, let this rough fellow have a go.”
“Uncle Fan, how about we change to another one later…” Tong Sanlang hesitated a bit.
Fan Linong was a towering figure at one ter ninety, solidly built, and Sanlang feared the sled couldn’t bear Fan’s weight…
“I’ll do it, I’ll do it. Fan, you try later,” The mont Tong Sanlang said this, the crowd instantly understood his aning, and soone close to Fan Linong cheerfully chid in.
Fan Linong patted his thigh in disappointnt, “Sanlang, tell how you made this thing, I’ll go make one myself!”
“It’s really simple.” Xiaomai interjected before Tong Sanlang could reply, “Uncle Fan, I reckon you just need a couple of runners, tie them to your feet, grab the reins with your hands, and you can be dashing too.”
With Fan’s physique, the delicate sled was truly unsuitable.
After hearing this from Xiaomai, and picturing the scene in his mind, Fan imdiately said, “Sanlang, quick, get a pair of runners.”
And so, the excitent began.
Everyone wanted runners; this ga, different from horse-riding, was too much fun.
Yang Wenxiao and Yang Hao stood aside, watching everyone skate up and down the road on their runners, and their glances automatically turned towards Tong Sanlang.
Tong Sanlang got the ssage right away, “I’ll make a less simple one with everyone.”
It wouldn’t be seemly for these two, grandfather and grandson, to just use two wooden planks like the guards; they would need sothing more sophisticated.
Xiaomai had ntioned sothing about Santa Claus’s sled last night, and that design looked pretty good.
Plus, Xiaomai and Dami were standing on the side, clearly eager to join in. He would have to make sothing cuter for the siblings as well.
Oy, even though it’s supposed to be the most leisurely of winter days, with all this fuss, twelve hours in a day just aren’t enough!
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