Saving System: Calm Down, My Fleeing Host!

Chapter 285 - 277: Elf in the Snow

Even Yang Fan and Xu Zhilin, Han Xifeng and Lin Yiqiu put aside their work to come and watch.

"I heard that Mr. Cheng is going to make a tool for walking on snow, with this tool, walking on snow will be like walking on flat ground." Yang Fan was curious and eager to learn.

The surprises Mr. Cheng brings them are countless, constantly refreshing their understanding.

When people walk on snow, each step leaves a deep footprint. How can that be fast? Only martial artists using Inner Strength can walk like they are on flat ground, and now they are being told that ordinary people can do it too—it’s truly curious.

"Haha, it’s just a trivial trick." Cheng Xiaoxiao said calmly, not even raising her eyes, as if it was a small matter.

This breezy demeanor made several people glance sideways.

An hour later, the skis and ski poles were freshly made.

Cheng Xiaoxiao tested them with her feet, then asked them to adjust and modify them twice before finally taking them out of the yard.

Behind the house was a large area of snow, previously a mountain goods trading area, now covered with thick snow, its original appearance completely obscured.

In the swirling snow, Cheng Xiaoxiao stepped over the fence, and as soon as she stepped on the snow, she sank right in. Oh! She looked down and saw that it was almost up to her calves. Unnoticed, the snow had piled up this much.

The crowd stood on the path inside the fence, which had just been cleared, covered only with a thin layer of snowflakes.

Everyone awaited eagerly, watching as the person across took ten-odd steps, squatted down, operated the skis to firmly fix her feet on them, took the ski poles, and slowly stood up.

Everyone’s breath followed her movements lightly, staring intently, pondering whether tying two cumbersome things to one’s feet could really increase speed? In the theater, people walking on stilts performed carefully, seemingly finding it tough; what about these skis, isn’t it similar?

The crowd began to discuss excitedly, all eyes on the spectacle.

Cheng Xiaoxiao wrapped her scarf tightly, turned and shouted to the crowd, "Brother Jia, watch carefully, sister is about to set sail!"

Then, gripping the poles, her hands applied slight force, "whoosh," sliding away.

Everyone’s eyes widened, mouths agape, sharing a collective expression of astonishment, even the well-informed Han Xifeng and Doctor Han were impressed.

The kids were the happiest, jumping up cheerfully; their reaction was the most direct, one word—fun, they definitely wanted to play too.

Especially Cheng Jia, watching his sister, who claimed she was setting sail, drift off to the distance like the nimble spirit from a storybook.

It was only then that they realized how skis and ski poles were used together.

Amidst the dancing snowflakes, the person in the light purple cotton jacket glided freely across the snow.

Her speed increased, the trail behind extending to the horizon. Just as her figure was almost vanishing, suddenly she sharply turned back.

The speed was fast, before anyone realized she was already at this end, the crowd watched her swiftly enlarging in front and retreated in fear of being hit.

The arriving person excitedly rushed towards Cheng Jia, shouting loudly, "Brother Jia, did you see clearly, was it fun?"

Cheng Jia stood against the fence, completely unconcerned about the person ahead seemingly about to collide with him.

The surrounding crowd retreated in shock, intending to warn, only to see the approaching person quickly thrust the poles into the ground, spun, leaving behind arcs from the skis, the person vanished.

This speed was comparable to that of a Dark Strength expert traveling at full force, especially for those practiced in Inner Strength, whose eyes were glued to the sight, full strength might not even achieve this.

The distant figure sometimes crouched rapidly forward, sometimes reclined on one foot with arms outstretched in a flying posture, sometimes spun on the spot, playing joyfully, the watching crowd was full of admiration.

Especially when she leapt onto an elevated rock, flew down, spun a circle in the air, that moment made the crowd involuntarily scream, hearts skipping a beat in fright.

From such a distance, everyone could only stare at the airborne figure until she landed steadily, allowing their hearts to return to place.

Such high-profile skill display won everyone’s cheers, not only children but men too were envious, and the sisters group loudly praised, not caring about their image, it was too exhilarating.

Unexpectedly, two small wooden boards and two poles had such power on snow.

The speed was beyond imagination, even faster than horse-drawn carriages by a few margins.

Cheng Jia turned, hurried over to Cheng Genzi, "Uncle Genzi, is my ski ready?"

Full of achievements, Cheng Genzi’s joy and pride made him lively, "Let’s go and take a look."

Due to uncertainty about the results, Cheng Genzi came out with Cheng Xiaoxiao to see if any improvements were needed for timely handling, with people still working on production in the woodshop, continuing to make sleds, which were much more complex.

Seeing this side successful, he was reassured, naturally going back to supervise and joining Brother Jia.

"Alright, let’s go quickly!" He said, pulling Cheng Genzi to leave.

Cheng Jia’s departure did not lessen the enthusiasm of other kids, each eager to try, excitedly waving hands and feet.

The adults watching the joyful children couldn’t help but get teary-eyed, in the past two months, living in hardship, not eating well or keeping warm, today they not only filled stomachs but saw long-lost children’s smiles, it’s truly precious.

The lively silhouette from afar, happily skating circle after circle amidst the snow. Her body bent and stretched, arms and legs coordinating perfectly, planting a flame in people’s hearts. That passionate, smiling face, that spirit-burning leap was vividly displayed before them, bringing endless vitality to the formerly lifeless camp.

When Cheng Xiaoxiao stopped, everyone clamored to try, imagining they could fly too—how wonderful. It seemed simple enough, just foot placement and pole push, sliding could go far.

Cheng Jia eagerly squeezed through the crowd, rushed to Cheng Xiaoxiao, holding a newly-made smaller version of the skis, eager for his sister to teach him.

The first to teach was naturally younger brother, but there was another set underfoot, as she glanced over the crowd, her thoughts shifted towards the Patrol Team. In the future, equipping each member with skis could probe further locations, avoid dangers, and ensure timely alerts for enemy offenses, enhancing camp safety.