Farm Girl Turns Everything Around: Sly Husband, Let's Farm-Chapter 940 - Sled_1

Chapter 940: Chapter 940: Sled_1

Chapter 940: Chapter 940: Sled_1

“Executed after the new year? Why not just execute him now?” Tong Sanlang wondered.

“I reckon he hasn’t made up his mind yet, besides, isn’t it said that they don’t execute people easily these days? Whoever can be sent to forced labor is sent to forced labor,” Qiao Xiaomai speculated about the reason.

Cen Hong and Sun Junyan, both were strong laborers!

“True, when it comes time to build roads, we should avoid hiring laborers if possible. Let’s ask the retired emperor if we can have the prisoners help us with the work,” said Tong Sanlang.

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Saving money is still necessary.

“When the time comes, I want to mock him! And the Sun Family, they’ll have to work too!” Remembering the humiliation she endured, Qiao Xiaomai couldn’t help but grind her teeth.

Seeing this, Tong Sanlang patted her back with a slight chuckle, “Alright, now that we’re riding tall horses and grand carriages, we’ll certainly infuriate the Sun Family.”

Speaking of the Sun Family inevitably made Qiao Xiaomai think of Zhuang Lühe.

Zhuang Lühe was doing a bit better now than when she’d just recovered from her injury, but she still looked as though she had lost her soul, dazed and foolish.

She pursed her lips and sighed quietly to herself.

What to do about this!

“Perhaps… When the time comes, let’s have my mother go too. I think it’s better if the Sun Family unties her own knot,” she added.

“Hmm?”

“Return all the grievances the Sun Family inflicted on her. However the Sun Family used to beat and scold her, she should do the same to them in the future. I would very much like to see that scene,” she mused, clicking her tongue a few times, “The Sun Family really should not be allowed to die too easily.”

A swift and easy death would be too lenient for the Sun Family!

“Good, we’ll do as you say when the time comes,” Tong Sanlang nodded.

“By the way, didn’t we talk about skiing before? What’s the principle behind it? With this thick layer of snow on the roads now, could we glide over it?” he asked.

The snow on the road was as deep as Qiao Xiaomai’s thighs; the horses had a particularly hard time walking on it. If a carriage could glide like skiing, travel would be much easier.

“Oh, that?” Qiao Xiaomai’s eyes widened, “For that, you’d need skis. What you’re talking about sounds like a snow sled.”

“What’s a snow sled?” asked Tong Sanlang.

“A snow sled is a small cart used for gliding over snow; it has no wheels and comes in many designs, though the oldest ones are made of wood, pulled by dogs,” Qiao Xiaomai recollected her memories related to snow sleds, sat up, and began drawing with paper and pen she took out of her space.

Sledding had become a kind of sport in later generations, quite interesting. There were many designs of sleds, but here they could only be made of wood. She sketched out a rough idea based on her memory.

“Try it out tomorrow.”

Tong Sanlang took over the blueprints and examined them carefully, then nodded, “Alright. But I’m afraid the retired emperor might still want me to play Mahjong.”

“Just tell him you have important matters. Plenty of his guards have learned to play by now.”

“Okay.”

Tong Sanlang studied the snow sled by candlelight, continuously shaping his ideas in his mind.

His carpentry skills had been average, but they had grown by leaps and bounds since he made the three-wheeled cart.

The next day, after breakfast, Yang Wenxiao indeed wanted to pull Tong Sanlang and Qiao Xiaomai to play Mahjong.

Tong Sanlang said he wanted to research a new contraption to facilitate travel on snow, and Yang Wenxiao immediately permitted him to do his research.

He was particularly fond of the new gadgets that Qiao Xiaomai and Tong Sanlang came up with.

Tong Sanlang found some wooden boards and, following the drawings, spent the morning hammering and banging until he had made a rudimentary snow sled.