At Song Chi’s words, everyone imdiately looked over.
Lu Yuan scoffed and said,
"Aren’t three enough?"
Lu Yuan didn’t know if that was enough for Song Chi and the others.
But he certainly felt that he had enough.
Any more would be too much.
’After all, my won aren’t like other people’s.’
’Just take the tallest one, nearly six-foot-three... tsk, those gorgeous long legs... One of them is worth three or four of anyone else’s.’
’I couldn’t handle any more.’
Hearing Lu Yuan’s words, the won in his household inexplicably recalled sothing he had said before.
One in the morning, one at noon, and one at night...
Song Chi was about to say sothing else, but after seeing his sister glaring at him, he just smiled sheepishly and said,
"Three is enough... three is enough..."
Soon, the group arrived at the shipping room of the bicycle workshop.
A row of freshly painted bicycles was already lined up here.
Lu Yuan hadn’t done anything fancy with the bicycles.
There were no other models, just the standard classic roadster from Earth, with the high crossbar.
Of course, Earth later had all sorts of bicycle models.
But none were as tough as the classic roadster.
The sight of that high crossbar made Lu Yuan wince.
’Back when I was a kid, I was only a little taller than the bike.’
’My crotch definitely wasn’t higher than that crossbar.’
’When I was zipping around the village or the mountains on one and sothing urgent happened, there wasn’t ti to dismount properly.’
’In my hurry, I’d just...’
Hiss...
’Let tell you, you rember that feeling for the rest of your life!’
As for why he didn’t get rid of the crossbar, there was simply no need.
For one, the structure was sturdy and durable.
For another, you could carry a lot of things on that center bar—sacks of rice, flour, grain, you na it.
So people even put a child seat on the crossbar.
A long ti ago, wasn’t it common to see a man with his wife sitting on the back rack holding a small child?
And then with an older one perched on the crossbar in front?
Bicycles, in this world, were definitely a luxury among luxuries.
A single bicycle cost two taels and two.
These bikes were definitely for the man of the house to ride, not for won or children.
So the classic roadster was the perfect choice—tiless, tough, and durable.
Lu Yuan felt the classic roadster was a masterpiece of design.
But to everyone else, this thing was the strangest of novelties.
After all, none of them had ever seen one before.
Everyone stared at these classic roadsters with curiosity, finding them incredibly bizarre.
At the sa ti, workers pushed out another batch of freshly painted bikes from the assembly workshop.
Lu Yuan inspected them one by one; a visual check revealed no problems.
Then, Lu Yuan picked out a bicycle from the ones with dry paint.
After swinging his leg over, Lu Yuan looked at the curious Su Liyan and shouted,
"Wifey~
Hop on~"
Lu Yuan said, patting the seat on the back rack.
Su Liyan blinked and trotted over.
She didn’t need any instruction. Su Liyan was tall herself—about five-foot-seven—so she just stood on her tiptoes and settled onto the back rack, sitting sidesaddle.
One hand wrapped around Lu Yuan’s waist.
Seeing his wife get on so easily without any instruction, Lu Yuan couldn’t help but grin. ’My wife’s so smart~’
Then, under the astonished gazes of the onlookers, Lu Yuan zipped away on the bicycle.
This left everyone with a look of utter amazent.
After Song Chi ca to his senses, he couldn’t help but go to the row of bicycles, pull one out, and say,
"Heh~
I’ll see what this is all about."
「About fifteen minutes later.」
Song iqin watched Song Chi, who after all this ti had only managed to wobble a few ters away, and said with disdain,
"You’re hopelessly clumsy. Look at your brother-in-law. He rode off steady as a rock, even with soone on the back."
Song Chi wasn’t annoyed by his sister’s words; he was still high on excitent. He looked back at his sister with an amused expression and said,
"Oh?
So he’s ’brother-in-law’ now, is he?"
Song iqin froze, then glared at Song Chi, her face red, and didn’t respond.
But Zhao Qiao’Er, on the other hand, grew curious and said,
"Hey, let’s give it a try too~"
Saying this, Zhao Qiao’Er was about to pull Song iqin with her.
But Song iqin imdiately refused.
"No, no way. It’s fine for a man to ride this thing.
But for a woman to ride it, with her legs spread apart... it’s improper, it doesn’t look good."
Zhao Qiao’Er thought about it and realized she had a point.
’Hunched forward, bent over like that...’
’And the seat is so tiny... with my big behind...’
While everyone was talking, Lu Yuan and Su Liyan returned.
At first, Su Liyan had been sitting on the back rack.
When they ca back, however, Su Liyan was sitting in Lu Yuan’s lap on the crossbar in the front.
Her beautiful face was beaming with happiness, and she was holding a small bag of Guandong candy.
As soon as they got back and Su Liyan got off the bike, she shared the Guandong candy she had just bought with Aunt Zhao and Aunt Song.
The two aunts ate the candy Su Liyan offered them and couldn’t help but say with an amused laugh,
"Finally eating sothing sweet! The things we’ve seen you eating these past two days look sour enough to make our teeth ache."
But Su Liyan just pursed her lips, smiled, and said softly,
"Sour for a boy, spicy for a girl, you know~"
At the sa ti, Song Chi was frowning and yelling,
"Brother-in-law!!
How do you ride this thing? Why can’t I get the hang of it?"
Lu Yuan, also holding a piece of Guandong candy his wife had just fed him, muttered,
"Have your wife hold on to the back for you. You’ll learn faster that way."
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