Lu Wenzhi's eyes widened and he kept nodding, "Okay, this is great, you can still turn a corner."
"Zi Ling, you are so..." Song Ziling: "Bicycle."
"Your bicycle is so amazing. Will your family make such a bicycle for sale in the future?"
Song Ziling tilted his head and thought for a moment: "If someone buys it, he will probably make it and sell it!"
"If you make it and sell it, I will buy one."
"Can I order it now?"
The products from Song Ziling's wood factory are so popular that the stroller his mother ordered for his sister will not be shipped until two months later.
Therefore, if you can book in advance before others, book in advance.
Song Ziling frowned and said, "My mother hasn't said yet whether she will make it and sell it! But you can ask Wen Zhi in a few days.
His father is the accountant of my mother's villa and is also in charge of the affairs. Wen Zhi's father will also know whether we will sell bicycles in the future."
"All right!"
"Wenzhi, if the wood factory wants to make bicycles for sale, you must notify us as soon as possible."
"Okay," Lu Wenzhi nodded.
"Send me a message and I'll take you home."
Song Ziling patted the back seat of the bicycle.
"Can this seat accommodate two people?"
Lu Wenzhi was a little skeptical.
This car is made of wood. Although it looks very strong, it shouldn't be able to seat two people! Song Ziling said: "Look, since this car has two seats, it can definitely seat two people!"
Lu Wenzhi: "I think the car won't be able to bear it if both of us sit on top."
Song Ziling, who knew nothing about his and Lu Wenzhi's weight, said confidently: "It's okay, don't worry."
Lu Wenzhi hesitated for a moment, then sat sideways on the seat and grabbed Song Ziling's clothes at the waist.
"Let's go," Song Ziling stepped on the pedal, the car started to move, and Lu Wenzhi's feet also left the ground.
The road leaving the academy was downhill, so Song Ziling didn't have to pedal hard and the bicycle could go very fast.
Lu Wenzhi grabbed Song Ziling's clothes and widened his eyes. This feeling was amazing. The wind from the car running blew up the Confucian scarf on his head and the hem of his uniform, making him feel as if he was about to fly.
generally.
The students outside the academy saw Song Ziling taking Lu Wenzhi away in that car, and they felt envious and wanted to own it even more.
In Qiushi Courtyard, Shen Wan was eating beef jerky and watching her son stand up on the kang, holding on to the wall.
"An'an is great, take two steps."
Shen Wan clapped her hands.
"Mom..." The boy held on to the wall, took a step forward, and sat down on the ground within two steps.
But he didn't cry either, and crawled towards his mother drooling.
Shen Wan wiped her hands with a handkerchief and held him in her arms. She suddenly remembered that the talented scholar Ling had said that he was going to the academy to find Wen Zhi.
She didn't tell Zi Ling that the car couldn't seat two people, but the car had a back seat. When Zi Ling saw there was a back seat, would he take Wen Zhi home?
That car is made of wood. Zi Ling should know whether it can bear the weight of two people! "Do you think your brother is so careless that he can take your brother Wen Zhi home?"
Shen Wan looked down at her youngest son and asked.
Boy An tilted his head: "Ah..." "Ah what?"
little things."
Shen Wan lowered her head and kissed her son on the forehead.
After walking downhill, Song Ziling felt a little strenuous, but he had the strength and wanted to show how good the bike was, so he didn't show any effort.