Chapter 160 What is a wheelchair?
Jiang Nuanzhi rolled her eyes: "What are you thinking? I'm going to turn this stroller into a wheelchair!"
Lü Shizhu: "What's a wheelchair?"
"You'll see in a moment. Now, help me sand this wooden board smooth."
The trolley she bought was about the same size as the wheelchair. She specifically chose a trolley with two wheels. Now, all she needed to do was remove the front cover. Then, she would extend the base, add two more supports under the extended wooden board, and attach two small wheels. The wheelchair was now basically complete.
Small wheels are easy to make; it's simply a matter of sawing a round piece of wood in half, trimming it, and nailing it securely together. I tried installing it, and it fits perfectly.
Jiang Nuanzhi helped Lü Shizhu sit in it and tried pushing him around. Although it wasn't as smooth as a modern wheelchair, having a somewhat stiff, wooden feel, mobility shouldn't be a problem.
After adjusting the height and details, I was satisfied and found a piece of animal hide to lay down. It actually looked quite presentable.
"Hey, this is interesting. It'll be perfect for your husband who has trouble walking. Ah Nuan, you were so farsighted; once you give him this, he definitely won't be able to refuse!"
Jiang Nuanzhi wiped the sweat from her forehead and glared at Lü Shizhu: "Don't try to guess what I'm thinking. Go play somewhere else."
Lu Shizhu immediately followed, and just as he was about to speak, Jiang Nuanzhi said quietly, "If you say one more word, I won't make sweet and sour pork."
Lu Shizhu choked and immediately covered his mouth.
As Jiang Nuanzhi's wheelchair was pushed into the house, he complained to the waiter who was a little further away, "Your mother is so fickle. She just said she would kick my head like a ball if she didn't make sweet and sour pork, but she changed her mind in no time."
The waiter frowned upon hearing this, and immediately cried out, "Anuan, Brother Lü is talking bad about you! Waaah!"
"Little darling, little darling, keep your voice down!" The waiter had only said half a sentence when Lü Shizhu covered his mouth: "Shh, I'll buy you candy, don't tell your mother!"
The waiter nodded.
Lu Shizhu breathed a sigh of relief, but as soon as he let go, the waiter immediately shouted again, "Anuan! You..."
The next second, his little mouth was covered by Lü Shizhu again: "Hey, a person should have some morality."
The waiter blinked his innocent big eyes at him, clearly still somewhat unconvinced.
Lu Shizhu gritted his teeth and widened his eyes, saying, "If you dare to say it, I'll tell Anuan that you secretly drank all of Xiao Xuanting's medicinal food."
The waiter finally quieted down.
The two looked at each other in silence for a long time, and strangely reached a tacit understanding.
Waiter: "Brother Lü, shall we go and start a fire together?"
Lu Shizhu: "Okay, Xiao Er, we'll always be the best brothers, indestructible partners. We'll swear to keep each other's secrets to the death."
Waiter: "It's a deal!"
It's a deal.
Inside the house.
Jiang Nuanzhi pushed the wheelchair in, only to find Li Rong standing by the window looking out. She immediately felt a little guilty, wondering how much of what she had just said had Li Rong overheard.
"you"
“I don’t actually know how much silver my calligraphy and paintings are worth,” Li Rong said before Jiang Nuanzhi could speak.
Jiang Nuan was taken aback. It seemed he had overheard their conversation. She gave an awkward laugh and said, "Well, we were just joking. We're just young, so we don't always watch what we say. Don't take it to heart."
Li Rong simply nodded: "Yes, I know. How many pieces of calligraphy do you want? I can write them for you anytime."
Jiang Nuanzhi was taken aback by his words. She had already planned how to talk to him. But his sudden remark left her momentarily speechless.
As she pondered what to say to ease the tension...
But then she saw Li Rong staring at her intently and asking, "Can my leg really get better?"
Hearing him ask this, Jiang Nuanzhi breathed a sigh of relief: "Of course. Don't put too much pressure on yourself. Your condition isn't difficult for me to treat. It's just a matter of time. Recovery is a slow and gradual process, so don't be impatient."
Upon hearing this, Li Rong's tense brows relaxed slightly. He nodded and then suddenly said, "Once I can stand up, I can handle these rough tasks that require hammering. There's no need to hire anyone else."
Jiang Nuanzhi blinked twice: "Huh?"
Li Rong: "Is it alright if we don't need anyone else?"
Jiang Nuanzhi vaguely realized what he was talking about and nodded: "If you don't mind being tired, that would be great."
Li Rong: "I don't mind being tired. From now on, you won't have to do any of the heavy work yourself."
Jiang Nuanzhi blinked several times and replied, "Oh, I understand."
"Hey, would you like to try this? I've been making it for a long time. It's specifically for you to use as a mode of transportation."
As Jiang Nuanzhi spoke, she pushed the wheelchair forward again.
Li Rong did not refuse and allowed Jiang Nuanzhi to help him sit down in the chair. Then, he started moving around, holding onto the axle.
Jiang Nuanzhi stared in disbelief: "You know how to use a wheelchair?"
"Is this thing called a wheelchair? It looks a lot like the wooden ox and flowing horse used in the army. I just saw you trying it out by the window."
As he spoke, a hint of surprise appeared in his eyes: "It can actually move! The wooden oxen and flowing horses that the army previously imitated were used to transport goods. If they could be made like yours, wouldn't it save even more effort?"
This mode of transportation is quite good; if our soldiers suffer another leg injury, they can…
He stopped abruptly halfway through his sentence, his hand involuntarily pausing, and his whole body stiffening.
Jiang Nuanzhi sighed inwardly, but on the surface she seemed not to notice his abnormality, and said only: "With this, you can go out. Later, I will remove the threshold inside the house and fill in the steps outside, so that you can come and go freely. Move around a bit more."
Li Rong's attention was quickly drawn to the chair. Although the wooden wheels were a bit stiff, Li Rong's amazing arm strength allowed him to get the hang of it in no time. The room was small, and he was able to turn around in no time.
Li Rong turned around again, and when he looked back, he saw the sweat on Jiang Nuanzhi's forehead and the various wood chips on her body. She looked a little disheveled. He gripped the wheelchair wheels tightly with his fingers and said earnestly, "Nuanzhi, thank you."
"Hey, why are we being so polite?" Jiang Nuanzhi said with a smile, "I'm counting on your calligraphy to earn lots of money so I can live a life of luxury with you and never have to worry about making a living again. So don't forget to show your skills now."
Li Rong frowned: "No. You don't need to show anything. Now I'm the one thanking you. You've done everything you said you would. On the contrary, I've been the one holding you and me back."
"Stop, stop, stop." Jiang Nuanzhi felt a little uncomfortable: "It feels awkward to talk about this so seriously."
She simply smiled and said, "By the way, why don't you know how much silver your own calligraphy can sell for?"
Li Rong was taken aback, then steered his wheelchair to stop in front of Jiang Nuanzhi and said thoughtfully, "Actually, I never bought any calligraphy myself; it was all managed by my father and Uncle Xin."
However, they said my calligraphy wouldn't make much money. They said they'd only give me a hundred or two hundred taels after selling it, which was about the right price.
After thinking for a moment, he added, "I always thought that the money they gave me to comfort me was for the calligraphy, and perhaps it wasn't for the calligraphy itself. But now it seems that the calligraphy was indeed sold."
If you're really curious, you could ask Xinbo. I just don't know if he still remembers.
(End of this chapter)
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