Song Ziling stepped on the pedal and felt the car move, which was very strange.
"The direction of the handle can be adjusted," Shen Wan said to his son who was riding quickly to the wall.
Song Ziling listened to his mother's words and turned to the right. Sure enough, he turned a corner.
"Mom, this is really a good thing."
"Err..." The boy An fluttered in Hui'er's arms, leaning towards his brother's direction.
"Do we, An An, also want to ride a bike?" Shen Wan hugged her son over.
Xiaozi An opened his mouth and pointed at his brother who was riding a bicycle with his fleshy little hands, "The car..."
Shen Wan: "Oh! We Zian can talk about cars now."
It seems like this kid really wants to ride a bike! He can even talk about riding a bike.
Although this bicycle has a back seat, a child like Zian still cannot sit on it. It can only carry some things that are not very heavy. After all, this bicycle is made of wood. Although it is very strong, it cannot carry another person who is more than three years old. I'm afraid someone who weighs 40 pounds won't be able to do it well.
Shen Wan placed the hand on the seat of Zi's car. She held it while Hui'er pushed it, making him enjoy the ride.
"Yeah..." Xiao Zi'an's laughter filled the entire Qiushi courtyard.
The yard of Qiushiyuan'er was too small, and Song Ziling couldn't ride it satisfactorily, so he took his bicycle out and rode it.
Zhao He and five government soldiers were patrolling the mansion in front. Song Ziling passed them on a bicycle and turned around and waved to them, "Brothers, thank you for your hard work on the patrol."
The soldiers were stunned at first, and they all pointed in shock at the second young master who was riding on a wooden frame with wheels. The second young master's feet were not on the ground, and there was nothing to pull him in front of him. The frame actually carried the second young master and started running forward. Got up.
"Second Young Master, wait a minute," the soldiers hurriedly chased after him. This thing was so amazing. They wanted to find out what it was.
Song Ziling squeezed the brakes and stopped. The soldiers gathered around him and carefully looked at the wooden frame he was riding on.
"Second Young Master, what is this?"
"Your feet didn't even touch the ground, and no one was pulling you in front of you. How come it started moving on its own?"
Song Ziling raised his chin and said, "This is called a bicycle. It doesn't move by itself. It moves when I step on the pedal."
Zhao He squatted on the ground and looked carefully, and saw an iron gear in the middle. An iron chain was wrapped around the gear, and the chain was connected to the small gear in the middle of the wheel behind it.
He felt that the reason why the car moved when the second young master stepped on the pedal was the function of the iron chain and the gear. The iron chain held the gear, and when the middle gear rotated, the iron chain would also bring the smile of the rear wheel. When the gear rotates, the wheels of the car behind will rotate. This is so subtle.
The soldiers were amazed and asked, "Where did this car come from?"
Song Ziling tilted his head and thought for a moment, "This should have been made by my mother's carpentry factory."
"Those carpenters are so good!"
"That's right, such an exquisite little car can be made."
"Second Young Master, can you let me ride for a while?"
"I also want to ride and feel it."
The soldiers all looked at Song Ziling longingly. Looking at their longing eyes, Song Ziling couldn't bear to refuse, "Okay, I'll ride for you after I come back from the ride."
"Okay, thank you, Second Young Master."
Song Ziling rode his self-confidence bike around the house and was surprised to see his servants.
Zhao He and the others all tried riding the bike before returning it to Song Ziling. Song Ziling rode the bike and felt that he had to let his good friends see such a good thing. So, he told his mother, Went out on a bicycle.