Chapter 102 is a shopping cart?

Chapter 102 is a shopping cart?

Haroldt returned to the Chemical City Laboratory and recorded today's experimental data. Before leaving, he took six cans of dry nectar powder.

I returned to Xumi City by boat and went back to my home. The hour hand of the clock in the living room pointed to eight o'clock, and the minute hand had just passed "10".

A little late, Harold thought.

Kavi had packed up everything except the projector and the phonograph and loaded it into the car in a very artistic way.

He himself was in the studio, preparing for the premiere of the promotional video in the evening. He was repeatedly screening the film after five o'clock before Haroldt came back.

Due to the poor sound insulation of the house, Haroldt heard the sound of the phonograph as soon as he entered the living room.

Harold picked up a peach from the fruit bowl on the living room table and ate it quickly, which slightly relieved the fatigue brought by nearly eight hours of non-stop travel and experimental recording.

"Senior Kawi."

He rubbed his temples, quickly adjusted his state, and called out.

"coming!"

As soon as Kavi finished speaking, all the sounds in the studio stopped abruptly, and less than half a minute later, Kavi pushed a homemade freight cart and brought out the heavy phonograph and projector.

It's a bit like a shopping cart in a supermarket, except that the basket is shallower, the handle is higher, and the bracket is lower, probably to protect the items on the cart, Harold thought.

Noticing that Harold's eyes were on the car, Kavi happily introduced: "I made this not long ago. In fact, I just made some modifications to the tricycle to make it more suitable for my needs.

It is very convenient to use near home where the terrain is flat, and it is more stable than a tricycle. I have successfully used it to transport a large architectural model directly to the Ordinance Hall, saving me a lot of effort - do you want to try pushing it?"

"Okay." Harold accepted it readily. He hadn't pushed this kind of car for a long time.

"Go slowly and don't push too fast. The equipment on the vehicle can easily be damaged if a collision occurs," Kavi reminded.

Harold nodded with a smile, took the handle from Kavi, and pushed it very slowly.

The actual experience of using it is completely different from using a supermarket shopping cart. This four-wheeled cart made by Kavi has only the front wheels that can steer and the wheels are larger.

Although it can turn freely, it is far less flexible than a shopping cart and has a large turning radius. You have to be extra careful every time you turn for fear of hitting obstacles.

Fortunately, their living room was large and contained less furniture, so the entire transportation process did not cause Harold too much trouble.

"...Maybe it needs some improvement. Would it be possible to make it more flexible by reducing the size of the wheels?" Kavi rested his hand on his chin and whispered to himself while watching Harold's operation.

"If all four wheels can rotate freely...wouldn't it be better if the wheels and the body were not fixed but could rotate freely around the vertical axis?" Harold mentioned briefly.

"That makes sense. Let me think about it..." Kavi simulated the mechanical structure in his mind, and then said happily, "Sure! If it's designed like this, then pushing the car in circles won't be a problem!

Moreover, its center of gravity is very stable, not easy to tip over, and it can transport some heavier things - Harold, you can actually think of this! Do you really not understand mechanics? Are you lying to me?"

"Is this helpful? Will it be more convenient for you to deliver models to the Institute of Teaching in the future?" Harold asked in a surprised tone.

Kavi was stunned. In fact, he planned to graduate from the Faculty this year and open an independent architectural design studio. He would hardly send models to the Faculty anymore.

However, if the car is made, it should be much easier for the younger students of Sahavala College to transport models or sculptures from the classroom to the exhibition hall of the Ordinance Hall. It will also be more convenient for other colleges to move planetariums, alchemy tables, and large numbers of books in the Ordinance Hall.

After thinking about it, Kavi felt that it was necessary to make this kind of car and promote it in the House of Religious Orders, so he immediately said:

"Yes, and if this kind of car is made, it will be much more convenient for scholars from other colleges to move things in the House of the Decree. Harold, how come you can always give me so many useful suggestions?

You saw this little car in my studio a long time ago, and then you went back and pondered for more than a week before coming up with such a great improvement plan for me, right? "

Kavi said jokingly.

"It's not that exaggerated. I just got inspiration from some things in my hometown." Harold carefully picked up the phonograph and responded with a smile.

"Liyue actually has so many interesting machines. I must go there if I have the chance." Kavi also carefully moved the projector onto the tricycle and secured it to other objects with ropes and soft cloth.

Wouldn't my lie be exposed then? Then I can say it was taught by the immortal?

It turns out that telling one lie requires a hundred lies to cover it up.

Harold thought helplessly.

"The manufacturing process of this car is not complicated. I can make it quickly. I just want scholars from the Faith Council to use it. I need to submit a research report first, turn it into a research project, and then let the Faith Council evaluate its level and determine the scale of its use."

Kawi gently pulled the rope to check the stability of the device, and said depressedly, "No matter how the score of this project is, we will not have the final say on where it can be used."

I understand. It must be approved by relevant departments before it can be put on the market.

Harold nodded to show his understanding. He also knew what Kawi was worried about, so he added: "Then I'll leave the report to you, senior. If you're willing, please sign my name on the project for me. I want to get a participant spot to make my resume more impressive."

Kavi: "Of course, it was you who came up with the idea. I don't even need you to remind me that I should give you a credit. Logically, your name should be put before mine. Okay, I think we're all set! Harold, come and take a look, is there anything else you want to put up?"

"Yes, can I put in a few cans of dried nectar powder?" Harold asked.

"Ah? Why put nectar powder? Ask the residents to drink nectar water? Hmm... This is a good idea to attract the audience."

"Actually, it's mainly to prepare for the amusement park at the college." Harold spread his hands, "Let me take this opportunity to promote it first and tell the residents to look for the booth of Amirido College when the time comes. We will provide free honey water.

Senior, don't look at me like that. Seniors from Sahavara College won't understand. Colleges like us that don't have any advantages in projects can only use this method to attract customers. I hope we don't lose too badly when the time comes."

Kavi helped Harold bring the nectar powder to the car, and said hesitantly: "...Uh, well, come on! Have fun! This is actually a good opportunity to interact with the freshmen. You can take this opportunity to make more friends."

"The senior just said, 'freshman'? Because the old hands would try to avoid this activity, right?" Harold said.

Kawi put the six glass jars in the appropriate places and drove the cart forward steadily: "Don't be so pessimistic, there will always be two or three seniors who can lead the team in each academy.

Most of them are recommended by tutors or other scholars in the college. Being able to participate in the recreational party as a college leader is the college's recognition of you. What's more, this is a great opportunity to hear your younger classmates call you senior.

After saying that, he muttered quietly: "...As long as it's not someone like El Haisen."

"That sounds great, and maybe I can grab a few students from there. Then they don't have to call me senior anymore, they can just call me mentor."

Harold followed behind Kavi, holding the heavy, valuable equipment on the cart to prevent it from falling.

"Ah? Mentor?" Kavi couldn't help but blurt out, "Oh yes, I remember now, you have this plan..."

The two chatted as they slowly delivered the things to the place chosen by Kavi - near the northwest outskirts of the city of the Church Order Institute. This was the only crop-growing area in Xumi City, and one of the twenty parking spots selected by Kavi was located in this area.

Then the two began to unload the cargo.

It was already 8:40 in the evening. Many busy farmers nearby had finished their day's work and were strolling in front of their homes or on the ridges of their fields after dinner, or gathering together to chat.

The attire of scholars of the Order of the Immaculate Conception worn by Harold and Kavi, as well as the strange equipment they brought with them, soon attracted the attention of some residents. They looked in their direction from time to time and whispered to their companions.

This wait-and-see attitude did not last long. A middle-aged man recognized Kavi, who had helped him deliver the 21 boxes of freeze-dried food he had purchased to his home on a tricycle. So he came forward and asked:

"Mr. Kavi, what are you doing here today? Are you delivering something for someone again? Or is there a performance tonight?"

Kavi was skillfully building a ceiling with bamboo poles, wooden boards and cloth. Hearing this, he stopped what he was doing and turned around and said, "Neither. We are planning to promote a new project of ours, which is about tricycles."

"We have made a batch of such cars for everyone to use for free, but there are some precautions that must be explained in advance so that everyone will not be confused about how to operate them when this project comes out," Harold added.

"Is there such a good thing? Mr. Kavi and this...this gentleman, thank you so much! I hurt my waist when I was swinging the hoe recently, so every time I use a wheelbarrow to push the vegetables grown in the field to Baoshang Street, my waist hurts a lot, and I always think of the help Mr. Kavi gave me.

I always thought it would be nice to have a car like that and I even thought about asking Mr. Carvey to build me one..."

But it looks too luxurious to be something I can afford, the man thought.

So he only dared to think about it, and didn't even have the courage to ask Kavi for the price. He thought that the waist pain would go away if he endured it, and it was not a serious problem.

After listening to the man's narration, Kavey was even more glad that he participated in this project. He softened his tone and said, "It's good to be able to help everyone."

"Mr. Kavi, are you going to put up a ceiling? I'm good at this, let me help you." said the man.

Harold, who was untying the phonograph and projector, said, "Sir, we are enough here. In fact, we are more worried about another matter than the manpower problem of setting up a temporary playback room, so can you do us another favor?"