"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh"
Just as Han Qiwu touched the locked treasure box, the Snowman Captain, far away in another alley, suddenly seed triggered by sothing. He stripped off his snow armor, placed it on the ice, leaned forward, pressed his hands against the snow armor, sprinted a few steps, and then jumped up, landing squarely on the hardened snow armor, sliding rapidly toward Han Qiwu.
Snow armor turned into a snow sled!
Listening to the friction sounds echoing through the alley, Han Qiwu imdiately sensed danger and quickly retreated, running to the side of the stairs.
[You discovered a locked staircase]
Han Qiwu: "????"
Another lock?
Can’t you just give one easy chance!
Seems like I’ll have to turn back the way I ca.
Pulling up the map, Han Qiwu swiftly began plotting a route back to the cable car.
After dawdling for just a mont, the Snowman Captain, having stripped down, was already sliding toward him on the snow armor sled with swishing sounds.
The speed was insane.
Even at tight turns, the Snowman Captain didn’t slow down at all, executing a spectacular cobra drift around the corner.
A pro!
Seeing this, Han Qiwu couldn’t help but marvel: "No wonder you’re the captain. Your driving skills are top-notch."
After confirming the route, he pulled out a mysterious light crossbow and shot a fishbone arrow straight at the Snowman Captain’s rear, then turned and bolted.
Ti to bail!
"Whish"
The flying fishbone arrow tore a crack in the Snowman Captain’s lower body, causing him to lose balance entirely and tumble off his snow armor sled.
Eyeing the snow armor that had fallen to the side, Han Qiwu felt a bit tempted, but rembering what had just happened, he turned and ran away.
Learning from the past!
No way I’m falling for your tricks!
You reap what you sow!
Charge!
Three minutes later, Han Qiwu, panting heavily, burst into the cable car and leaned against the cabin wall, returning to the first floor of the mine.
"Let’s see how I deal with you tomorrow!"
After returning to the first floor of the mine, Han Qiwu swung by the Explorer Guild for a look but still didn’t find Egger.
"Ah, this is so frustrating."
Got money, but can’t buy what I want.
Guess I’ll check again next ti.
Leaving the mine, Han Qiwu prepared to go to the farming station and buy so calves.
There are still three empty slots at ho on Jilei Mountain.
And conveniently, he had the cash.
Arriving at the farming station, just as Han Qiwu parked his vehicle, the old man in the gatehouse noticed him. Raising his voice, he called out, "Xiao Han’s here! Xiao Yang, co out and greet the guest."
Han Qiwu felt a bit awkward. A perfectly normal greeting had been turned into sothing odd by the old man’s shout. He quickly waved his hand, "No rush, no rush. Just rest, sir."
"Ah, what rest? I just sit here all day," the old man chuckled and inquired, "What are you looking to buy this ti?"
"A few calves to raise back ho," Han Qiwu replied with a grin. Just as he spoke, Yang Yangyang ca out, warmly shook his hand, and led him inside.
Seated on the sofa inside was a little boy, about four or five years old, sturdy and chubby, with a tiger-like face. When he saw Han Qiwu, he obediently greeted, "Hello big brother."
"Hi, what’s your na?" Han Qiwu reached into his pocket and pulled out so raspberries to hand to the boy.
"Thank you, big brother! My na is Yang Shu, but my nickna is Shu-shu," Yang Shu replied sweetly, though his pronunciation was a little off, saying his nickna entirely in a flat tone.
Han Qiwu: "..."
That’s certainly a na that tries to take advantage.
"He’s got a funny na, huh? That’s my son; just call him Xiao Shu," Yang Yangyang chuckled while pouring so tea. He admired, "That dragon lantern sculpture you made during February’s Lantern Festival was incredible—fast and steady."
Han Qiwu chuckled, "It’s just sothing I tinker with for fun."
Little Shu, captivated by the adults’ conversation, opened his eyes wider and stared at Han Qiwu in awe.
Of course, his mouth also opened wider, and after finishing the raspberries in two bites, he jumped onto the sofa next to Han Qiwu and gently started tapping him on the shoulder.
"Wow!! Big brother! That potato dragon lantern was sculpted by you?! Amazing! Your stir-fried potato slivers must taste better than my dad’s cooking; they must be super fragrant! You’re aweso, big brother."
Before Han Qiwu could react, Xiao Shu had unleashed a barrage of praises along with his little massage punches.
Yang Yangyang: "......"
I, your dad, have never enjoyed such treatnt!
And haven’t you two just t for the first ti?!
Han Qiwu turned Xiao Shu around and gently lifted him up, "You like the stuff big brother carves?"
"I do! Big brother, your side profile is as handso as your full face!" Xiao Shu nodded enthusiastically and continued his complints.
"This kid speaks so well. What do you want to see? Big brother will carve sothing for you out of an apple." Han Qiwu grinned as he spoke.
This kid sure is genuine.
Promising.
Xiao Shu cheered excitedly in midair, clapped his hands, and exclaid, "I want a big fat pig—really big and fat!"
"A big fat pig? Sure." Han Qiwu set Xiao Shu down, picked the largest apple from the fruit plate on the table, grabbed a fruit knife, and began carving, musing how unique the kid’s taste was.
But he could understand. In the village, kids were all pig knights; any kid who couldn’t ride the family’s pig wouldn’t have the face to play with others.
Yang Yangyang apologized with a slight smile, "Sorry for the trouble. You two have fun; I’ll go prepare so brown sugar rice cakes."
Han Qiwu waved his hand, "No trouble at all. I enjoy playing with Xiao Shu."
The big fat pig sculpture was actually simple to make—focus on carving the pig head, big belly, and curly tail.
As he carved, Han Qiwu curiously asked, "Xiao Shu, why did you want a big fat pig?"
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