Chapter 943: Chapter 943: Brother Complex_1 Chapter 943: Chapter 943: Brother Complex_1 Tong Sanlang heard the news and was overjoyed, thanking them before mounting his horse and quickly entering the town.
Shopkeeper He was nestled on the kang bed studying Mahjong. Seeing Tong Sanlang coming again, he hurriedly bustled to follow him out of the town.
Upon eting the retired Emperor and the Crown Prince, he first knelt to pay his respects, then ticulously examined the snow sled, committing every detail to mory.
He had struck it rich, truly struck it rich.
Whether it was Mahjong or snow sleds, this winter, raking in several million taels of silver was a sure thing.
With such a trend in earnings, ten billion taels of silver didn’t seem like much!
Thinking this, as soon as Yang Wenxiao and Yang Hao returned, he imdiately went back to the restaurant Ji Wei Ju, began drawing and writing letters, sharing all he knew with Yu Ang.
“Grandpa Emperor, why don’t we set up a special manor for skiing?” Back at the manor, sitting on the kang drinking sweet milk tea, Yang Hao spoke up.
In the countryside, villagers rarely ventured out in the heavy snow, so the snow sled could run freely.
But the Capital City was different, with its dense population making it impossible to maintain snow on the roads. To enjoy the snow sled to the fullest, one had to do so within the confines of one’s own manor.
Hearing this, Yang Wenxiao nodded, “I have a Hot Spring Villa in my na. Let’s have it renovated.”
He always rembered the phrase ‘frivolous pursuits could lead to one’s downfall,’ but sothing like a snow sled could still be enjoyed in moderation.
It was good for the body and mind, after all!
As for Mahjong, after leaving Bailu Town, Yang Hao wouldn’t have ti to play. So playing a bit more now wouldn’t hurt.
“Then, shall we send the Mahjong and snow sled to Yeye? He loves to play too. In the future, as he travels, he could enjoy himself. It’s also not good to always travel by carriage,” Yang Hao added.
“Sure, you handle the arrangents,” replied Yang Wenxiao. With the roads blocked by heavy snow, it’s hard to send ssages. Who knows when Yang Ye would receive the snow sled.
“Then I’ll draw a design tonight and make a good-looking snow sled,” Yang Hao said with a smile.
The one made by Tong Sanlang seed to bear a trace of childlike playfulness.
“Alright, alright, you handle it,” when it ca to his younger brother, Yang Wenxiao had long stopped comnting. His responses were always affirmative, going along with whatever was suggested.
“I originally thought that coming to Bailu Town was for self-cultivation,” Yang Hao said reflectively, recalling the recent events.
There wasn’t much interesting in the countryside.
His initial reason for coming here was mainly to accompany Yang Wenxiao.
Yet, upon arrival, he had experienced pleasures unavailable elsewhere.
It was not a wasted trip!
For Qiao Xiaomai and Tong Sanlang, with their novel little inventions, even if they extended their patent to fifty years, he wouldn’t have any objections!
“I also thought I ca here for self-cultivation,” Yang Wenxiao echoed the sentint.
His original intent was to deal with Yang Wang, since no one else in the town could control him.
And to have a look at the Liuli.
Neither of which would make him feel happy.
But who would have thought that within just a few days, he wouldn’t have ti to think about either of these matters?
Well, Mahjong was one thing, but the snow sled really did make him feel a decade younger. After pondering, he said, “I’ll also draw one tonight.”
He wanted to draw an exquisite one, suitable for won, and take it to Liuli’s grave to burn for her, so she could play with it in the other world.
Imagining her in red clothes fluttering in the wind, galloping through a snowy world, he couldn’t help but feel impassioned.
Let’s return to Tong Sanlang and Qiao Xiaomai.
While Yang Wenxiao and Yang Hao were contemplating designing a snow sled, Tong Sanlang and Qiao Xiaomai had already begun making one.
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