Zhao Gang looked at the final product in his hands and let out a long sigh of relief.
Originally, when he heard people talking about how to make skis, he thought it sounded pretty simple, but now it seemed really not easy.
Especially these wooden skis, they just looked all kinds of cumbersome.
"It seems it won't be easy to go very far with this thing." Zhao Gang fiddled with the all-wood skis, only thinking maybe it would glide a bit easier on snow.
But that would require sliding down from a high place. When they go out to handle matters, it's about constantly crossing mountains, and carrying this thing uphill would definitely make one feel like dying.
Gong Ruini's face also bore an awkward expression, why was she so stupid, she actually forgot that the skis she used before were made of lightweight materials.
Sigh, some so-called experience is absolutely a trap, Gong Ruini felt like crying.
