Zhao Nian was now 15 months old. He could now call out to his parents.
He was so heavy that both Yue Jiaojiao and Madam Qin's arms felt sore after carrying him for a while. Zhao Zhan had been so busy recently that he couldn't help out much at home. After discussing it with his lover, he decided to make a cart for himself.
He was worried that the cart would be too heavy to push, so he used wood and rolling iron to make the necessary load-bearing structure. The seat and back were made with cotton pads that were wrapped with two crossed wooden sticks.
When Yue Jiaojiao went out today, she and Madam Qin pushed this cart to the streets.
"Jiaojiao," Zhao Zhan was standing guard at the entrance of the bakery. He came up to her when he saw her. "Are you tired from coming all the way from home?"
"My legs are a little sore."
