Lu Zhiyang stared at the small whip in his hand for a few seconds, his thin lips pursed slightly, as if he had made a lot of determination.
Then, he raised the whip in his hand and whipped the cow's butt hard, showing no mercy at all.
Fortunately, children are not very strong.
There was only a crisp sound of "pop", and the old scalper who towed the truck just slowly increased the speed a little bit.
Lu Zhiyang seemed to have opened up a new world. He imitated the way little Fubao drove the bullock cart just now, whipping him from time to time. The more he played, the more excited he became. The intervals between whippings became shorter and shorter, and the speed of the bullock cart became faster and faster.
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Lu Zhaoxi's face, who was sitting in the back, changed slightly, and he looked at Lu Zhiyang with a worried expression: "Drive the cattle cart slowly, safety is the most important thing."
However, Lu Zhiyang didn't listen to him at all. The more he played, the more excited he became. It seemed that this "super speed" could bring him endless pleasure.
When the old lady saw this, she reminded him at the right moment: "Boy, you're going too fast and you won't be able to control it."
As soon as she finished speaking, the old scalper who was slowly pulling the cart suddenly became restless and irritable, and gradually increased his speed and dragged the cart forward.
The sudden increase in speed startled everyone.
Lu Zhaoxi grabbed the armrest with one hand, and reached out to grab Lu Zhiyang's back collar with the other hand, shouting to him: "That's enough! Stop whipping! Give the whip back to grandma!"
Sang Minzhou frowned, holding on to the armrest with one hand, and silently grabbing the clothes on Xiao Fubao's back with the other hand.
Little Fubao was so frightened that she just sat there and didn't know what to do.
Lu Zhiyang became more and more excited and shouted: "Yes! That's it! Go for it!"
Fortunately, the old woman was experienced in driving the cattle cart. She gave various strange voice commands while pulling the reins, and slowly calmed down the old scalper's irritable mood.
When the bullock cart calmed down, Lu Zhaoxi did not hesitate to lift his younger brother from the front seat to the back.
I've known for a long time that this kid has a bad heart. The worse he is, the more he likes excitement and novelty.
Previously, he had asked a friend who played motorcycles to take him racing.
In desperation, he could only let his friend take him around the mountain road at the safest speed.
Lu Zhaoxi took the whip out of his hand and gave it back to the old lady.
"I'm sorry, this kid is too naughty. It's better not to let him drive the bullock cart."
Lu Zhiyang showed displeasure: "Why are you dragging me back? I haven't had enough fun yet!"
Lu Zhaoxi did not continue to pamper him, and glanced at him coldly: "Don't you know that you are wrong? Do you know that it is dangerous to do this? You are not the only one on the oxcart. If the oxcart overturns,
Everyone is going to be hurt, didn’t you see that little sister Fubao was scared by you?”
After hearing this, Lu Zhiyang turned to look at Xiao Fubao.
At this time, Xiao Fubao had not completely recovered from the shock. His expression was dull, and the fear on his face had not completely faded away.
Sang Mizhou's handsome brows furrowed. He half-sited up, carried the little Fubao from the front to the back, and placed it next to him.
His voice was low, cold and gentle with a hint of concern: "It's okay."
When Xiao Fubao heard his voice, he slowly calmed down as if he had been given a shot of tranquilizer.
When Lu Zhiyang saw this, he couldn't help but feel a little guilty, but he still said unforgivingly: "Oh, you coward."
"Shut up and reflect." Lu Zhaoxi glanced at him, Lu Zhiyang snorted coldly, sat in the corner and sulked and stopped talking.