Chapter Seventy-One: Crooked

Xu Yi was a little distracted, or a little entangled.

I've been hesitating between spending money on jewelry and making my own money-saving gift, walking on the street, and walking out of the crab step.

"Looking for death?"

There was a scolding, and then, almost rubbing Xu Yi's body past a carriage.

Xu Feng wants to catch up······ Who dares to reprimand the general like this in Luoyang City? Don't look at his.

"Xu Feng, come back. This is the motorway, and it is your home that puts the owner in front of you. ”

Motorway? Frightened, Xu Yi actually said the motorway casually.

That's right, I, Xu Yi, am so smart. Sending Cui Ying a non-motorized vehicle should be regarded as a worthy thing, right?

Of course, it was not a horse-drawn carriage, and its own carriage workshop was shipped immediately, a hundred times better than on the street.

What if I got a bike? It seems that the bicycle has just been born, and it is also a toy for the rich and noble.

Don't worry about the wheels, there is a carriage first, it is nothing more than an adjustment, and it is not difficult to make it. The most difficult thing should be the transmission structure, there is no chain, let's use a connecting rod device.

Maybe it's okay to make a chain out of hardwood······

Xu Yi was very excited, and he didn't think about how difficult it had to be. Anyway, there is time, and there is some time to go to Cui's house anyway, so what if it is a few days late?

Therefore, Xu Yi was completely involved in the great scientific and technological inventions and creations, and even forgot about the serious matter of training the formation of the Wuhou queue.

Zhao Zhonghan came twice, and he saw that the general was busy with the craftsman, and he was embarrassed to say that he was not doing his job.

That's right, don't you just don't want to do well?

Xu Qing was worried that his master would be hindered again, and there was no Cui Thorn History in this place, and there was no King Xin'an······

From the wheels of the horse-drawn carriage to the single plank wheels······ It can turn people upside down, but it has the effect of clearing the intestines. As a last resort, Xu Yirang pasted several layers of yak skin.

From ignoring the brakes, to making beams with bamboo poles, from bulky linkage drives, to gears hewn out of hardwood······ Abandoned again and again, regained confidence again and again.

Xu Yidu felt that he was really suitable for research.

During this time, the craftsman accompanied Xu Yimad, and he didn't even make the rocking chairs customized by the nobles introduced by Cui Sheng, so he accompanied the owner of the family to waste wood.

It wasn't until seven or eight days later that Xu Yi's first satisfactory bicycle succeeded.

Although the wheels are very similar to children's bicycles (too thick logs and planks are hard to find), they can be used and can be ridden away. As for the life of this bike······ It's a big deal, I'll do it anyway.

When the family watched Xu Yi ride that thing around the yard······

"Xu Yi, I want to play!"

At the beginning, Yingniang stopped step by step, constantly in the posture of not falling, and it didn't take a while, Yingniang could also ride and turn.

"I like this."

"Okay, then make another one. This one is yours. ”

It was rare for the warbler girl to make a request, and Cui Ying stepped aside. As for Ling Fengzi, he also wanted to speak and stopped······ Climb aside, this is the one who will coax the girl, which onion are you?

Seeing that Xu Yi ignored it, Ling Fengzi and a few other fools picked up the waste products discarded by Xu Yi, and assembled them according to the gourd painting······

Is it really that easy to be a bicycle? The center of gravity and fulcrum of the whole car, Xu Yi is carefully calculated.

The reason why it is abandoned is that it is bulky on the one hand, but it is mainly not in accordance with the principles of mechanics and is too easy to rot.

At this time, they realized how good the Lord was.

This time he visited Cui's house, and Xu Yi realized his much-anticipated ideal.

He and Yingniang had a bicycle by themselves, and Xu Feng and Xu Yun rode and led the horse with a look of envy behind him.

Then, everything you see on the street is amazed. This time, Xu Yi swaggered through the market with a 100% return rate.

Even in the back section, followed by a large number of idlers, the martial marquis had to maintain order for their own generals.

After all, the noise on the street still alarmed the people of Cui Mansion, the round housekeeper old man, and some people who loved to watch the excitement, piled up at the door and watched, their eyes staring at the thing that Xu Yi and Yingniang were riding.

"Brother Yi'er, you are ······"

"Old man, I'm sorry, I've always wanted to give Yingniang a gift, racked my brains, and finally figured out the same······"

Talking nonsense without blinking is the basic skill. Even if you have an idea, or if you have it in your head, you have to rack your brains, and this is not to show some attention.

"Brother Xu Shi ······"

Cui Ying shouted Xu Yi in her mouth, her eyes staring at the bicycle.

"It's the bike, made for you. Is Uncle Weng here? Yingniang has learned, she will help you ······"

The words are very jumpy, there is no central idea, not even a main line. However, the meaning should be understood.

Seeing Cui Ying come over shyly, the hand that took the bicycle was not shy at all, and almost touched Xu Yi's hand.

At that moment, Xu Yi was nervous, and just like that, he quickly changed his posture of grabbing the car, while Cui Ying successfully took the car over.

Cui Sheng was still lying in the rocking chair, as if he had never moved, and even the armrests were smooth.

Xu Yi was worried that he would cause blood clots in his lower limbs······

"Uncle ······"

"Your kid isn't doing well, shouldn't it be a plaything? Indulge in kitsch and fornication, and be careful of being impeached. ”

Hehe, maybe, if you are impeached for doing so, then you will really consider being a gunhead.

I'm still a teenager, shouldn't I be playful?

"That's right, like this, no one thinks about you."

"Uncle, the boy came here this time, and there are some things I want to ask uncle. The kid is ready to train the army, I don't know if it's feasible? ”

"Training? You kid want to train to ride? Trained to be as strong as a frontier? Isn't it good to play those kit kat lewd tricks? Why is there a sense of military training? ”

I blamed myself for being immersed in KitKat lewdness just now, and now I encourage it, what do you mean?

"Wait, after the year. When things come to an end, it's not too late for you to use your talents. ”

"No, uncle, the kid is not training to ride a horse, but a martial marquis. It's not that I want to practice any killing skills, but I want to practice their walking······"

"Bad guys? It's good. ”

Cui Sheng didn't think about Xu Yi's so-called training and walking at all, and when he heard it, he was a person with bad training······ Whatever.

I don't know if this kid hit by mistake or pretended to be stupid······ It seems to be a meaning. Anyway, it's a bit crooked.

Whether it's playing some children's kitsch lewd tricks, or training bad people when he's idle, it complements his bad work.

How can I say it, a young man, who is purely slacking off in government and messing around with those frustrated officials, will be wiped out by the old fritter-style slackness.

And avoiding Zuo Jin Wuwei's cavalry, training bad people, whether it is effective or not, will feel that he is working hard. But no one will care, and they will even think he is interesting.

As for these kitsch and lewd techniques, they are linked to his schemes, so they should be to please Yingniang, befriend the Cui family, and befriend the officials and nobles of the Eastern Capital.

seems to be a chaotic act without a trace, but it always feels like this kid has been acting around the principle of avoiding the limelight.

Is it really crooked? Let's see what happens, Xu Yi didn't want to dissect his heart with others.