Chapter 53 Cushion
Chapter 53 Cushion
Early in the morning, Song Feng was drinking stomach-warming porridge and eating pickled vegetables with Aunt Qiu Sheng when he heard Qiu Sheng yelling:
"Seventh Uncle...Seventh Uncle, come and have a look. I brought you something good..."
Hearing Qiu Sheng's shout, Qiu Sheng's aunt couldn't help but sigh helplessly:
"This child is always irritable!"
When she said this, she was about to get up and pull Qiu Sheng in to give him a good beating, but Song Feng stopped her directly:
"Children always like to play. Let's eat first. I have to leave after dinner. Qiu Sheng and the others have wanted to go out and play for a long time..."
Seeing that Uncle Seven was still sipping the rice porridge, Aunt Qiu Sheng nodded, then picked up the bowl and chopsticks and said in a low voice:
"When Qiu Sheng comes later, I will have to give him some instructions to take good care of you on the way."
When she came to this point, Aunt Qiu Sheng couldn't help but become a little nagging:
"Old man, don't be so stubborn when you get out. If you encounter any problems, just let Qiu Sheng and the others solve them."
"If all else fails, we still have Uncle Nine. Your body can't stand any more torture. Who knows how many people would be happy if you died..."
After hearing Aunt Qiu Sheng's chattering, Song Feng picked up a small pickle and then said with a smile:
"Okay, okay, I'll remember it all. I won't take my life lightly to joke around..."
While the two of them were chatting, Qiu Sheng had already run up to them carrying the wheelchair he had built:
"Hahahaha...Seventh Uncle, Aunt, so you were having breakfast. I was wondering why I couldn't find anyone outside..."
After an awkward smile, Qiu Sheng quickly put the wheelchair on the ground and said to Song Feng:
"Seventh Uncle, please take a look at this wheelchair I made for you. Is it useful?"
"I specifically asked Tingting about the structure of a Western wheelchair, and then made it using the fine materials collected by the master."
"The quality is absolutely guaranteed. Once you get on it, you will be able to ride comfortably all the way to Teng Teng Town!"
Looking at the wheelchair on the ground, Qiu Sheng was extremely confident, and even patted his chest.
It turned out that he was very satisfied with his work.
However, when Song Feng saw the wheelchair made by Qiu Sheng, he couldn't help but smile:
"When you finished making the wheelchair and took it out, Uncle Jiu's cane must have been waiting for you there for a long time, right?"
After hearing what his seventh uncle said, Qiu Sheng chuckled and touched his hair, looking a little embarrassed:
"Hehehehe... It's nothing, I just ran fast. Before the master could hit me, I brought the wheelchair to you..."
When he said this, he quickly came to Song Feng's side and carefully supported one of his arms:
"Seventh Uncle, please try to see if it feels comfortable."
Seeing Qiu Sheng trying to help Song Feng from the dining chair to the wheelchair, Qiu Sheng's aunt clapped her chopsticks:
"Bang! You unlucky child, don't you see that your seventh uncle is eating breakfast? Why are you so impatient?"
Qiu Sheng was startled by the sound of his aunt slamming the table, and then subconsciously looked at his seventh uncle's bowl.
When he saw that there was still half a bowl of rice porridge in the bowl, he felt his scalp tingling, and then he looked at Song Feng for help:
"Seventh uncle..."
His aunt was really unconditionally kind to him, but at the same time, she would never show mercy when it came to dealing with him.
It is an old tradition that good sons are born under the stick!
Seeing Qiu Sheng's pitiful look, Song Feng smiled and waved his hand, seeming to be very interested in this wheelchair:
"It's okay, it's okay. As we get older, our appetites decrease. I also want to know what it feels like to sit in this tiger-skin wheelchair."
When he said this, he sat in the wheelchair with the help of Qiu Sheng, and seemed to like this thing very much.
"Well, yes, this tiger hair is indeed extremely majestic. It's really hard for you to use it as a cushion..."
Although the left and right wheels of the wheelchair are modified from bicycle wheels, it is already amazing that they can be modified from bicycles.
After all, bicycles are really precious! Of course, the bicycle tires and the chairs made of bamboo hardwood boards are just some ingenuity, not very impressive.
The most amazing thing is the piece of tiger skin that Qiu Sheng sewed on the chair.
If others couldn't see the tiger skin, could he not see it? It was clearly a relic left by a powerful tiger.
It is a very good material for casting spells.
Even if you don't cast any spell, simply offering it up can be very intimidating to wild beasts.
And if he was not mistaken, the inside of the tiger skin seemed to have runes painted on it with cinnabar.
I guess this thing is a treasure that Uncle Jiu has kept for a long time and has never been willing to use. It is a piece of material that has been kept at the bottom of the box.
Song Feng knew that Qiu Sheng and Wencai were both trouble-making guys, but he never expected that this guy could actually steal this thing.
Although Song Feng has not seen Uncle Jiu yet, he estimates that Uncle Jiu's face must be very dark at this moment.
I guess he was about to explode with rage.
Hahahaha, I really want to see Uncle Jiu soon and see his aggrieved face.
Thinking of this, he casually placed his cane on the wheelchair, then smiled and pointed toward the door in the distance:
"Qiu Sheng, let's go for a walk!"
Seeing how his seventh uncle couldn't let it go, Qiu Sheng was also very happy to lay out the wooden planks, and then pushed Song Feng and ran out the door like the wind:
"Haha, I knew you would like it! Wuhu! Uncle Seven, hold on tight, I'm going to speed up! Go!"
Seeing the old and the young both so impatient, Aunt Qiu Sheng couldn't help but reveal an extremely helpless expression:
"What a sin..."
Both the old and the young are a cause for concern!
Sure enough, what Aunt Chen said was right. A man will only be truly honest when he is hung on the wall.
When Qiu Sheng was pushing Song Feng happily on the street, he saw Uncle Jiu walking towards them with a gloomy face.
Wherever Uncle Jiu passed, villagers on the street greeted him:
"Uncle Nine!"
"Morning, Uncle Nine!"
"..."
Seeing Uncle Jiu coming over, Song Feng looked at his face with a smile, and even moved his thighs to the side to reveal a corner of the cushion under his butt.
really!
When Uncle Nine saw that the tiger skin was really being used to sit under Uncle Seventh's butt, his face turned green.
(End of this chapter)