Zheng Quchi curiously peeked over and saw a manually fixed wheelchair.
She was taken aback for a moment, thinking to herself, what a coincidence?
The name is written on it, and the purpose is indicated in smaller print below: a mobility tool for people with lower limb disabilities or difficulty walking.
This album of paintings could not possibly have been completed by Zheng Quchi overnight; it was all painted during her spare moments in her busy schedule.
Sometimes when she needs something but can't make it right away, she'll draw it on a canvas, thinking that when she has more money and time in the future, she'll buy the materials and tools to make it.
She designed this wheelchair while thinking about Brother Sang's legs, because she found that there were no wheelchairs on the market that were specifically designed for disabled people.
Even after each year's war, when so many people were injured and unable to move around, they were not provided with similar means of transportation.
She had searched around but hadn't found any. As for certain high-ranking mansions that might have a demand, they might have commissioned craftsmen to make similar chairs, but those who could design and craft would definitely ask for exorbitant prices that ordinary people couldn't afford.
She also asked other people, and the craftsmen said that someone had designed a wheelchair for the wealthy and noble. It was a four-wheeled wheelchair with a sunshade on the chair. One person sat in it with their feet on the footrest in front, and it could be pushed forward by someone from behind for short distances.
It is smaller than a horse-drawn carriage and has no obstructions, making it easy to move around and suitable for outings and picnics.
But this is for normal people.
Zheng Quchi's wheelchair is modeled after modern dual-upper-limb drive wheelchairs. It does not require a person to push it from behind and can be manually operated by the person in the wheelchair. It also has a hand lever for stopping the brake. In terms of materials, she designed it to be a combination of metal and wood, which can be folded and stored easily.
Why incorporate metal? Because she wanted the fixed-frame wheelchair to be both sturdy and lightweight.
Through the transfer of techniques and the skill enhancements of the experienced blacksmiths, the ideal steel was finally forged. Among them was a batch of unexpected alloy materials. Although there were not many of them and they could not be used for any major tasks, they could be used to make some small tools.
She plans to use some of the money for a wheelchair, to make the best wheelchair for her older brother.
Once the workshop had reached a certain scale, she planned to invest in the foundry once the funds were recouped, vigorously developing metal forging, building blast furnaces, and smelting high-manganese steel, high-carbon steel, and alloy steel. High-manganese steel had good elasticity and suitable hardness, making it suitable for making armor for soldiers, while the incredibly hard high-carbon steel was ideal for cold weapons…
...The idea is wonderful, but the money needed to invest in it is a bottomless pit. She feels that private funding is far from enough, if only government support could be obtained...
As soon as she thought about it, she laughed at herself, thinking she was probably just daydreaming.
Given the greedy nature of the Prince of Ye, who would love to squeeze every last drop out of their Changxunpo camp, he probably wouldn't even consider cooperation or a win-win situation with a woman like her. If she's useless, she'll be eliminated; if she has any value, she'll likely lose all her freedom.
Her thoughts suddenly went astray, but Gan Xin's powerful and chilling aura pulled her wandering soul back.
She quickly replied, "Of course, but this is for people with mobility issues. Why would you want to make this?"
She asked casually, thinking that with Gan Xin's self-centered and domineering nature, he would definitely not confide in a stranger like her, and would only coldly say "What's it to you?" But she was soon proven wrong.
“I have a friend who injured his leg, and I saw that this little cart of yours is the perfect size to make it easy for him to move around, so I need this.”
He not only spoke, but he said quite a lot in one go.
Zheng Quchi: "..."
She couldn't figure out his persona for a moment.
"This wheelchair is quite special; it's designed specifically for people with mobility issues, so it needs to be custom-made. For example, the customer needs to know their height. If they're tall, making the wheelchair too small won't fit. Also, their weight is important; this wheelchair has a weight limit. It can still move if it exceeds that limit, but it will affect the speed of movement and the lifespan of the wheelchair..."
"Why are you so long-winded? Where did all these questions come from?" Gan Xin interrupted her impatiently.
His roar stunned Zheng Quchi.
It wasn't that she was scared by him, but rather that he was quite close, and his sudden lion's roar was so deafening that her little head was buzzing.
When Gan Xin saw that she was stunned, with her big eyes wide open, he thought that his shout had frightened her, and his brows furrowed tightly.
I just praised her for being brave and not afraid of him, but now she's acting cowardly again. It's so annoying.
When he got annoyed, his face hardened and he became even more aggressive: "Hey, do you even know how to cook? If you dare to cheat me, I'll raze this little stall to the ground."
Zheng Quchi picked at his ear with his finger and replied without thinking, "Of course I do, but what I said just now wasn't rambling. I wanted to discuss the wheelchair with you. However, it's too noisy and crowded here, so it's not suitable for a detailed discussion. Otherwise, let's meet near Fuhao Jingwan tomorrow and we can finalize it then."
"Tomorrow?" Gan Xin's expression immediately turned displeased.
Zheng Quchi clutched the patched hem of his clothes, feigning difficulty: "It's getting late. I need to get back to the village before dark. My home is quite far from the county, and they have difficulty getting around. They're all waiting for me to get them food. If I get back late..."
The image she portrayed at that moment was too concrete.
Gan Xin instantly imagined a poor girl who had to support her whole family after a long day of work, and who had to go back home to do laundry and cook for her sick parents and younger siblings, feeding more than a dozen people in her family.
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