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But the sight of the guards sledding about filled him with envy, and after a moment's thought, he trotted back toward the manor.
Tong Sanlang wouldn't send him back, but he could at least give him a rope, right?
He dragged the sled back.
After all, Tong Sanlang was his own flesh and blood, his elder brother. Though angry, he still gave him a hemp rope.
With the rope in hand, Tong Erlang tied the basket to the sled and pulled it, plodding slowly in the direction of Anping Village.
Although he had once again offended Tong Sanlang, with a bit of time for Tong Sanlang's anger to subside, a few kind words from him would surely restore their relationship to how it was before.
And now that he had conveyed the message, he could explain himself to Zhu Hongyun when he got back.
The trip had been totally worth it – he got both meat and a sled!