Village Chief Zhao had made plans for his three sons. If they could study, he would do his best to support them. If they couldn't, they would learn a skill that could support their families.
None of his three sons were good at studying. The eldest son, Zhao Yuan, was a blacksmith. The second son, Zhao Sheng, was a carpenter, and the third son, Zhao Pengfei, was extremely strong and would usually hunt.
Zhao Sheng was shaving the wood when he smiled at Bai Wutong and said, "The wooden horse that I made can be played by Young Master alone."
Stinky had reached the stage where he could crawl and sit. It was the month when he could start standing. It was just the right time for him to ride a small wooden horse.
He had taken jobs for rich families, seen their drawings, and going to town to sell the little wooden horses he had made.
