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Time passed day by day, and a month had gone by in the blink of an eye since the snowfall. It's now the end of November in the Gregorian calendar.

Feng Cheng and Zhao Jinquan were off work today. Instead of reading or studying, they played Ludo.

This is what Feng Cheng had Zhao Jinquan make over the past two days. It consists of a few dozen chess pieces and a chessboard. It's not difficult to set up, and with Zhao Jinquan's current carpentry skills, making this is quite simple.

"Sigh, I lost again."

Watching Feng Cheng roll the number he wanted so quickly and send the last piece to the finish line, Zhao Jinquan sighed helplessly.

"This game is all about luck. If you're unlucky, it's normal to lose."

Feng Cheng said something, then grabbed a piece of pumpkin candy from the side and stuffed it into his mouth.

"Brother Feng, do you have any other fun games? Let's play something else."

"There are quite a few games, but they can't be played by two people. It's more fun with three or more people."

"How about we go skiing?"

Feng Cheng suddenly thought of skiing, a sport he often enjoyed in the north in his previous life. The environment was just right now, and the snow was thick, so he could give it a try.

Feng Cheng had never skied before, but he had watched many videos of the sport. It only requires two skis and two poles, and it's simple to do. Feng Cheng had never tried it before and didn't know how to do it, but he figured he could probably ski a little bit by slowly gliding along. He didn't want to be as good as those professional athletes and do those difficult moves.

"ski?"

"Yes, this is a professional sport abroad, just like running and swimming, and it can be included in the Olympics."

"Olympics?" Zhao Jinquan was confused again; this was the first time he had ever heard this term.

"It's like our sports meet, but ours is a competition among domestic athletes, while theirs is a competition among athletes from all over the world, vying for first place, winning gold medals, and bringing glory to the country."

"Oh."

Zhao Jinquan nodded, seemingly understanding but not quite. He didn't know what the Olympics were, but he did understand winning first place.

How do you play skiing? What do you need to prepare?

"We need skis and poles. We can make those ourselves; we can just use wood."

Feng Cheng also got interested and started talking to Zhao Jinquan about the general shape of the skateboard. After they finished talking, the two of them brought out some wood to make skis.

Due to a lack of tools and the cold weather, the two were not very fast, and it took them two days to get the two skis out.

The support poles are simple; just two straight sticks with a small wooden board nailed to them to increase the contact area.

The skis made by Feng Cheng and Zhao Jinquan were relatively simple, with only a small degree of curvature on both sides. Because they were made of wood, they were very straight, and the two of them didn't know how to bend the ends, so they just used them as they were.

"I'll try it first."

After getting his skis ready, Feng Cheng began to try skiing.

After finding a high spot near the campsite, Feng Cheng put on his skis and slowly slid down.

趴…

He had barely taken two steps when Feng Cheng collapsed, having lost his balance.

Zhao Jinquan watched from the bottom of the slope. Since he didn't have skis, he didn't come up.

Seeing Feng Cheng fall, Zhao Jinquan wasn't too worried. The snow on the ground was almost a meter thick, so a fall wouldn't cause any serious injury.

Feng Cheng was indeed alright. After standing up, he continued to slide down slowly. The fall had given him some experience, and he roughly knew how to maintain his balance.

However, knowing this is one thing, but when it comes to learning to ski for the first time, you're bound to fall. Feng Cheng fell five or six times before finally making it down the slope, a distance of over 100 meters.

"This thing is really hard to handle."

Feng Cheng wiped the snow off his face and said with some emotion, "Although it didn't hurt when I fell, it was still a bit uncomfortable to keep my face pressed against the snowdrift. At least my face was really cold."

"I'll go up again; this time it should be better."

As Feng Cheng spoke, he took off his skis, hoisted them onto his shoulder, and continued uphill.

Zhao Jinquan also wanted to play. After watching Feng Cheng wrestle, he thought this thing should be pretty simple. He had played similar activities before, but those were when a few friends pulled a plank together, and everyone took turns pulling, and they didn't run very fast.

This ski doesn't need to be pulled, and judging by how fast it goes downhill, it'll probably be quite fast. It'll definitely be a lot of fun to play with.

However, there was only one set of skis. Since Feng Cheng wanted to play, Zhao Jinquan couldn't very well ask to play as well for himself.

If it's fun, I'll have to make another set in the next few days, so we can each have one and play together.

When Feng Cheng came down for the second time, he played much more smoothly than the first time. Although he fell two or three times, he also figured out a lot of tricks and roughly knew how to play.

"Come on, Jinquan, go up and have some fun. When you come down, remember to take it slow and don't go too fast. You might fall and get hurt. There are no doctors or anything here, and it would be a hassle."

When Feng Cheng came down for the second time, he gave the skateboard pole to Zhao Jinquan so that he could try it out, and also gave him a few words of advice.

"it is good."

Zhao Jinquan gladly accepted the skateboard and ran uphill excitedly.

Xiao Liu excitedly followed along. He had been cooped up in the cellar for a while and was now running like crazy as soon as he got out.

Zhao Jinquan went up, while Feng Cheng watched from below. Falling is common in skiing, and Feng Cheng was worried that Zhao Jinquan might bump into something and get injured, unable to get up. So he had to stay here and watch over him. It was the same when he was skiing; Zhao Jinquan had to be by his side to deal with any accidents that might happen.

After Zhao Jinquan reached the top, he immediately tried to skate like Feng Cheng. He had been watching closely and had some ideas of his own, but that was just his mind thinking he knew how. His hands didn't know how yet, so when it was time to fall, he was bound to fall.

Similar to Feng Cheng, he also fell all the way down. After he came down, Feng Cheng asked him to go up again. The second time was better; he only fell twice before coming down, which was even better than Feng Cheng's experience.

However, the speed was rather slow, and the posture was equally unsightly.

That day, the two people and their dog practiced skiing up and down the snow. By the end of the day, they had compacted the slope, which was about 100 meters long.

However, after compacting the ground, the speed of skating increased significantly. Of course, it also hurt a lot more when falling. Zhao Jinquan took a hard fall, his face was bruised and swollen, but fortunately, he was fine elsewhere and did not break any bones in his hands or feet.

But this startled Feng Cheng. This was Bashang, and if he really fell and got seriously injured, he would be helpless. So Feng Cheng immediately decided to stop skiing.

"From now on, I must wait until the snow is thick before I go skiing. I can't ski on snow that's so compacted, even if it's faster and easier to ski on. Also, I have to find places without rocks. If there are rocks, I'll fall and hit them, and that will be very serious."

After bringing Zhao Jinquan back to the dugout, Feng Cheng began to fill in any gaps and try to maintain safety as much as possible to prevent any accidents from happening.

As for quitting, that's impossible. It's not easy to find a game to pass the time, how could we not play it? Feng Cheng didn't want to, and neither did Zhao Jinquan.

"It's my fault too. I was too fast just now and only thought about speeding up. I didn't think about falling and I fell down in an instant," Zhao Jinquan said, feeling a bit scared. If he had fallen hard, he would have had to decide whether to go down the dam or not. Going down the dam would be dangerous. It was all white and he might suddenly lose his way while walking. That would be the end of him.

But if I don't go down to the dam, am I just going to have to endure until next spring? There are still four or five months left, how am I supposed to endure that?

So Zhao Jinquan was still shaken, and he secretly decided that he would have to be more careful next time he went skiing.