The wilderness fields lay desolate, their paths choked with wild grass.
Two ordinary mortals rode Wooden Wheel Bicycles down the road, with Huang Cao seated on Gongyang Dong's rear seat.
Yuan Qi carried a wooden chest on his back, struggling to spot the official road amid the rapidly approaching grass. Pedaling too fast downhill had jolted his entire body numb, but without horses, this was all they could ride.
The weasel stood on the rear rack, holding onto Gongyang Dong's back and looking around excitedly.
"This thing is simply too interesting. Where did you learn it, kid?"
The wooden wheels spun swiftly as the wind. As long as one pedaled hard, one could run as freely as a fine horse. A little bumping did not matter—horses were bumpy too. Just add a cushion.
The one-eyed weasel glanced at the soft padding on Gongyang Dong's seat, then at the bare wooden board of the rear rack. So the weasel had to endure the bumps?
Gongyang Dong pedaled so hard he practically flew. Whenever someone marveled at his creation, he was always pleased.
Even if that someone was a Weasel Spirit, it was still praise.
"My great-grandfather's grandfather was a countryman. His village was remote and poor. One sunny day, my ancestor climbed a great tree at the village entrance to steal honey, when he suddenly saw strangers racing toward him."
"He saw a gray-furred monkey pedaling this very thing at full speed, with a White-robed Fairy seated behind him."
"My ancestor never forgot the wooden-wheeled vehicle at first sight, and from then on devoted himself to woodworking."
At this point, Gongyang Dong scratched his head with one hand still on the handlebars.
"Strangely enough, ever since the day he saw that wild monkey and the lady in white ride past, my