HLM -Chapter 822 Little White Cow, Move Out

Hearing Dale’s words, a gentle smile appeared on Eva’s pretty face. She hugged Dale and kissed her. “Big sister will be the princess next time. For this Halloween, Dale is the princess.”

Wang Bo said, “And teacher will be your royal guard.”

Great—everyone now had their Halloween roles settled.

Conely tapped away on his keyboard, constantly sketching in his graphic software. After an hour, a 3D model of a pumpkin carriage appeared.

He hit the Enter key, and the pumpkin carriage began to roll on screen.

This pumpkin carriage used a cartoon style. Conely explained, “I think the carriage should be orange, but the windows and doors should be edged with copper. A light wooden seat for the coachman here, and two gas lamps up front…”

“The gas lamps should be in Victorian style,” Wang Bo added.

Conely nodded and made a note. “Right. And what about the top of the pumpkin? What should we use as decoration? I think a crown would be best, symbolizing Princess Dale’s status.”

Dale said shyly, “Wouldn’t that be too flashy?”

Wang Bo was curious. When did this girl become modest?

Then she continued, “The crown should be made of diamonds. If we don’t have diamonds that big, emeralds will do.”

Wang Bo: “…”

The 3D drawings were done. Next came the actual crafting.

Originally, he only planned to make a simple model to show Dale, but as the design progressed, he got serious—he really wanted to make a pumpkin carriage.

A usable pumpkin carriage.

So he mobilized all his men to help with the build.

The castle became busy. Uncle Bing, with the best carving skills, studied the demonstration on the computer, visualized it seriously, and carved out the carriage door and windows on the pumpkin.

The sharp military knife sliced down, peeling off chunks of pumpkin skin and flesh.

Atulu mixed a batch of beeswax. “This is a special Māori formula. Boss, I bet once I coat the carriage with this wax, it’ll shine like a mirror.”

Juan said, “The important thing is strengthening the shell. First we should coat the outside with hardening glue. Then scoop the seeds and some flesh from the inside, and install wooden and iron support plates. How about that?”

Wang Bo nodded. “Great, let’s do that!”

Three heads together beat Zhuge Liang. Alone, he never would’ve thought of all this.

Uncle Bing carved out a carriage door, then a mountain of pumpkin seeds and flesh was dug out.

This type of pumpkin wasn’t edible; its strands inside were dried and smelled grassy and nauseating. Wang Bo shook his head. “Sh*t, we’ll need to hang some scented sachets inside.”

“Wouldn’t perfume work?”

“Use sachets. Don’t you think it’s classier?”

“Yes, I agree.” Eva nodded.

With the two of them agreeing, nobody else dared object.

After emptying the seeds and flesh, Bowen brought a blower used for large barbecue grills and stuck it into the window to blow out the smell.

Juan went to town and bought a bucket of hardening gel. The stuff looked like jelly. After brushing a layer on the pumpkin, it dried quickly under the sun.

Wang Bo tapped it with his knuckles—felt like knocking on plastic.

This would work. Juan kept brushing. They needed three coats for proper hardening.

Wang Bo noticed Hani playing on his phone. “Old buddy, can you make the carriage frame? I feel like that’s definitely your specialty.”

Hani pocketed his phone. “Your feeling is correct. My dad was a carpenter, so I’m pretty damn good at woodworking.”

Kidd raised a hand. “I’ll help you.”

“Sure, but if you try to steal my woodworking skills, I’ll smash your head with a hammer!” Hani joked—though his expression didn’t look like a joke.

They brushed hardener outside and inside—truly three layers inside and three outside.

Uncle Bing and Gerald selected some flexible pine boards and built a frame to support the pumpkin shell. Without this frame, the pumpkin wouldn’t bear much weight at all.

Hani made a small bench first. He told his son, “Go ask Ian for some cowhide—the tanned kind. I’ll make a deluxe throne.”

Little Hani shrugged. “Then I need to go to Grandpa Mackson’s shop. He has cowhide and sheepskin with embossed patterns. I’ll check.”

After the pine board supports were finished, Wang Bo added a layer of iron sheets. By then, the entire day had passed, and only half the pumpkin carriage was done.

“Whew, this thing is really hard to make.” Wang Bo sighed. “If someone tells me DIY is a skill all men should master, I’d say that’s just sad.”

“You need to enjoy the process. For example, after finishing DIY, we drink beer and have a barbecue.”

Wang Bo burst out laughing. “Alright, I feel some joy now.”

New Zealanders socialize through endless parties. Any excuse is enough—bought a dog, dog died, bought a house, house caught fire—party time.

Of course, building a pumpkin carriage was a major event, definitely worth a party.

They spent two full days plus two evenings after work, and the pumpkin carriage was finally completed.

The giant pumpkin was mounted on a pine wood frame. The outside was painted with a bright orange lacquer, and Atulu applied a layer of beeswax that shone even brighter than car wax.

On top of the pumpkin carriage, Uncle Bing carved a queen’s crown out of wood and painted it silver. The color contrast made it look even more regal.

Wang Bo brought over the little white cow, put the Black Horse King’s bridle on it, and tied it to the carriage. He wanted to climb up to drive, but the wooden cart creaked loudly—scaring him into jumping down immediately.

Hani scratched his head and laughed. “Can’t help it. The carriage is too small—it can’t take much weight. Fine, I admit it. I didn’t inherit my father’s craftsmanship. The carriage is… average quality.”

Fortunately, Dale was very light. When she sat inside, the carriage held perfectly.

Eva teased, “Looks like the royal guard can only stand on the ground to drive the cow.”

“Maybe I should do it. I used to drive cow carts in Mexico. Lots of cow carts back home,” Juan said.

Yaks were excellent working animals, and the little white cow didn’t mind pulling the cart—especially since it could hear Dale chirping inside.

But it kept wanting to turn around to look for her, so for a long time it just pulled the cart in circles.

Wang Bo laughed, “Maybe I should build a stone mill and have it grind soybeans and flour.”