Song Ziling stepped on the pedal and felt that the car was moving, feeling very novel.

"The handle can be adjusted," Chen Wan said, who rushed to the base of the wall.

After hearing his mother's words, Song Ziling turned right and turned the corner.

"Mom, this is such a good thing."

"Ahhh..." The boy An swayed in Huier's arms, leaning towards the direction where his brother was.

"Do we Anan want to ride a bike, too?"

Chen Wan brought her son over.

Boy An opened his mouth and pointed at his brother riding his bike with his little hands, "Car..." Chen Wan: "Oh! Our Zi An will talk about the car."

It seems that this kid really wants to ride a bike! He even talks about the bike.

Although this bicycle has a back seat, children like Zi'an still can't sit.

I can only carry some things that are not very heavy. After all, the car is made of wood. Although it is very strong, it is probably not good to carry someone who is more than thirty or forty kilograms.

Chen Wan put Zi on the seat of the car, she held it and Huier pushed it, making him feel satisfied.

"Ahhhhh..." The laughter of boy An floated across Qiushiyuan.

Qiushiyuan's yard was too small, and Song Ziling was not satisfied with riding, so he moved his bicycle out and rode it.

Zhao He and five soldiers in the mansion were patrolling the mansion. Song Ziling rode his bicycle over them, and turned his head and waved at them, "Thank you for your hard patrol, brothers."

The soldiers of the palace were stunned at first, and all pointed at the second young master riding on the wooden rack with wheels in shock.

The second young master's feet were not on the ground, and there was nothing in front of him. The airframe actually carried the second young master forward.

"Second Young Master, wait," the soldiers of the mansion hurriedly chased after him. This thing was so amazing. They wanted to figure out what it was.

Song Ziling pinched the brakes and stopped. The soldiers of the mansion surrounded him and looked at the wooden shelf he was riding carefully.

"What is this second young master?"

"Your feet don't touch the ground, and no one is pulling them in front, why does it move by itself?"

Song Ziling raised his chin and said, "This is called a bicycle. It does not move by itself. It only moved by me when I stepped on the pedal."

Zhao He squatted on the ground and looked carefully, and saw an iron gear in the middle, with iron chains wrapped around the gear, and the chain was connected to the pinion gear in the middle of the wheel behind.

He felt that the reason why the second young master moved when he stepped on the pedal was the function of the iron chain and gear.

The chains clasp the gears. When the gears in the middle rotate, the chains will also rotate with the rear wheels' smile gears, and the wheels of the rear car will rotate, which is too exquisite.

The soldiers of the palace were amazed and asked again: "Where did this car come from?"

Song Ziling turned his head and thought, "This should be made by my mother's wood factory."

"Those carpenters are too awesome!"

"That's right, such a wonderful car can be made."

"Can the Second Young Master let me ride it?"

"I want to ride it and feel it."

The soldiers of the palace all looked at Song Ziling longedly. Looking at their eager little eyes, Song Ziling couldn't bear to refuse, "Okay, I'll ride it for you when I come back."

"Okay, thank you, the second young master."

Song Ziling rode a confident car around the mansion and was surprised to see his servants.

Zhao He and the others tried to ride it for a while before returning the car to Song Ziling.

Song Ziling rode his bike and thought that this kind of good thing would be seen by his good friends.
Chapter completed!