"God...Son of God, please fix the sled..."

After hesitating for a while, Bo looked at Han Cheng, who was pulling the old deer out of the deer pen and walking all the way to the sled, and said, looking very happy.

Han Cheng was stunned when he heard this. What did Bo mean by this? Why did he have to rework something that had just been made before it was even used?

"This... this doesn't work very well."

Bo pointed at the two deep marks left on the snow, with a bitter face as if he was about to cry.

It wasn't that he felt bad about his "signboard" being smashed, but he felt that he had not been able to complete the task assigned by the Son of God.

Because of me, this sled was already well known in the tribe before it even appeared. Many people were looking forward to seeing it. Now that the sled has finally appeared, it looks like this...

After Han Cheng understood what Bo meant, he smiled and patted him on the shoulder, telling him not to worry and to just put on the deer and pull it for a couple of trips first to see whether it works or not.

Han Cheng was very confident about this sled. The two pieces of wood used as "wheels" were made wide and smooth at his request. If such a thing was not easy to move on the snow, then what could be used?

As for the problem that Bo mentioned, Han Cheng thought it was not a big deal.

After all, the snow had not been trampled and was still very soft, so the sled sank so much and seemed more laborious.

This problem is easy to solve. You just need to pull the sled back and forth a few more times to compact the snow.

The compacted snow is not much better than ice, and it is very slippery for people to walk on it. However, it does not take much effort to walk on a sled that has been deliberately scraped smooth.

Under Lame's still somewhat worried gaze, Han Cheng harnessed the reluctant Grandpa Deer and then pulled the empty sled all the way out of the tribe.

Just like pushing a wheeled car, pulling a sled is also more difficult at the beginning. But once it is started, it is not so heavy due to inertia.

Han Cheng walked on the snow, leading Uncle Lu all the way to the quarry. The freshly sled slid through the thick snow, leaving two smooth marks.

Sister Bai Xue and some other minors from the Green Bird Tribe followed the sled, stepped on the two marks, chirped and laughed, as happy as a group of sparrows that found food in winter.

A limping child also followed behind. Unlike those cheerful children, there was some worry in his eyes as he looked at the sled sliding on the snow. It was still a little difficult for a deer to pull the sled.

Moreover, Uncle Deer is the strongest deer in the herd, and it is still so difficult for him. If it were ordinary deer, wouldn’t it be even more difficult?

In the quarry, firewood was burning continuously, and a large pile of stones mined in the past few days had piled up on the side.

The foundation of the bathhouse had been dug, so there was not much to do. Most people came here to help mine stones. Plus, the Son of God said that sleds could transport stones very quickly, so no one slacked off.

At this time, everyone in the quarry stood up and looked at the Son of God walking in the snow with a deer from afar, with anticipation on their faces.

From Chen, a young man who was jogging over, they already knew that the Son of God and Lame had already made the sled.

This...is this a sled?

Looking at this mutated wooden ladder-like thing, the people of the Green Bird Tribe waiting in the quarry all widened their eyes.

Han Cheng sniffed, led Uncle Lu to turn his head, and then asked someone to put stones on it.

"alright."

Shang placed a handful of relatively broken stones on the sled and was about to put the second handful on when Han Cheng's voice rang out.

This... is this okay?

This is just a preview, okay?

Is it okay for an ordinary person to carry two baskets at a time on a shoulder pole?

Is this the sled that took several days to make?

Is this the method that the Son of God mentioned for moving stones that is much faster than carrying them by hand or on shoulders?

Looking at the Son of God who was leading Uncle Deer and pulling a sled loaded with stones all the way to the tribe, the people waiting at the quarry were silent. They looked at each other in shock.

Isn’t the transportation efficiency of this sled incredibly high?

Lame, who stayed in the quarry, squatted on the ground and drew circles on the snow with a branch, ignoring the complicated looks from everyone.

Han Cheng saw the reactions of the crowd and did not explain anything. Instead, he pulled Uncle Lu to the tribe, quickly threw the stones in the hoe aside, and led Uncle Lu to the quarry again.

After these two rounds of rolling, the snow on the road had become much more compact. Uncle Deer, who was pulling the empty sled, seemed very relaxed and walked along without much effort.

"Put on two more saddles."

Looking at Shang who stopped moving after being loaded with stones, Han Cheng laughed.

Last time we were only allowed to load one saddlebag, but now we are asked to load three saddlebags at once. Can the deer pull it?

Shang asked his doubts, and the others also expressed some concerns.

"Just pretend, it's okay."

Then two more heavy stones were placed on the sled.

"ha!"

Han Cheng shouted, and upon receiving the order, Uncle Deer stretched out his four slender legs and walked forward with Han Cheng, and the sled behind him also moved with him.

Suddenly, there are two more stones, and it looks not much different from the last time when I pulled one stone!

Lame raised his head and stopped drawing circles. The expressions of the people in the quarry changed as they looked at the deer pulling the sled all the way to the tribe.

"Put on two more saddles."

At the quarry, Han Cheng, who came for the third time with Uncle Lu, said to Shang and the others.

After the last rolling, the snow on the road became more solid and slippery, making it easier to pull.

"Son of God, this..."

Shang and a few others hesitated, fearing that Uncle Deer would not be able to carry so many stones. One pile of stones weighs seventy to eighty kilograms, and five piles of stones are already very heavy.

"Pretend, it's okay."

Amid everyone's worried expressions, Han Cheng set off again with Uncle Lu by his hand. As a result, Uncle Lu looked almost the same as he did the first time he pulled a rope.

Bo dropped the stick in his hand and stood up from the snow. The others also became quiet.

"Put on two more saddles."

Han Cheng, who came for the fourth time, continued to say lightly the words he had said twice.

Shang and his friends didn't waste any words this time. They looked a little dazed and loaded two more stones onto the sled.

"ha!"

Uncle Deer moved his limbs and walked forward. It was quite strenuous at first, but after that he didn't feel that heavy anymore.

Looking at the sleds gradually going away, the people who stayed in the quarry widened their eyes. Bo suddenly limped towards the tribe. He was going to make a few more sleds!

(Thank you for the support of my fellow book lovers, thank you! I have such a pity for the manuscripts I have saved up with so much difficulty...)