But this is a tricycle.
For him, tricycles were more appealing than bicycles.
"Yes, I got a tricycle. It'll be convenient to go anywhere from now on." Zhou Qingyun didn't mention that the tricycle was actually a hand-me-down tricycle he assembled from materials he got from a scrap metal recycling station and using someone else's tools.
Chen Suwen also heard the news and rushed out. Looking at the dilapidated tricycle, she looked at Zhou Qingyun with a complicated expression.
This tricycle isn't as good as the one Zhou Qingyun got for Zhou Cunzong in his previous life. That tricycle was brand new and had excellent performance.
This car is clearly assembled from various parts from different car bodies, and its performance is certainly limited by the materials used, so it's not as good.
Have you registered your vehicle?
In this day and age, bicycles are all registered, and tricycles are probably similar.
Has Zhou Qingyun's tricycle been registered?
Will it be possible that because it's not registered, people will say it's stolen, or that it might be stolen or robbed, and I won't be able to prove it's my property?
"Don't worry, it's all taken care of." Zhou Qingyun had the necessary documents with him when he left, so he didn't need to go home to get anything else done when registering the vehicle, which didn't take up much time.
Wow, Uncle Zhou bought a tricycle!
"This tricycle—it's so ugly."
"So what if it's ugly? It's still a vehicle! A tricycle!"
"This tricycle can definitely carry a lot of things, I wonder if it's expensive."
"Uncle Zhou posted it on Thursday."
The villagers looked at Zhou Qingyun's tricycle with great envy, even ignoring the bicycle that Zhou Qingshan's family had taken down.
While bicycles are a good thing, the tricycles making their debut at the Guangming Brigade are even more eye-catching.
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