"No, I want to find two wheels to make a wheelchair. I have a relative who has both legs broken."
"Wheelchair? Is yours a hand-cranked bicycle?" Master Han obviously didn't know what a wheelchair was. At that time, there were only hand-cranked bicycles specially prepared for people with lower body disabilities.
Wan Feng shook his head: "It's either a handcar or a wheelchair."
In 1980, wheelchairs had not yet appeared in mainland China. They appeared in the summer of 1983 and were produced by a joint venture. The price was also very scary, only five yuan would cost 500 yuan.
Wan Feng didn't have the patience to wait until 1983, and even if he could wait, he wouldn't be able to afford it, so he might as well make one himself.
So Wan Feng asked for a piece of paper and drew a three-view drawing from memory.
Unfortunately, I didn’t study mechanical drawing well when I was in high school, so now I can only do it carelessly.
Wan Feng's three-view drawing was mediocre, but Master Han was not sloppy at all. He took the drawing drawn by Wan Feng, looked at it for half an hour, and then looked at Wan Feng in surprise.
"You are really not a simple guy. How did you come up with this?"
Wan Fengxin, this is not my idea at all. It can only be considered plagiarism.
"I'm just imagining things. Master Han, please calculate how much it would cost to make something like this."
"This thing relies on manual power, so it's definitely not going to be fast. The wheels aren't very demanding, so anything will work. I actually have some old wheels like this that I've replaced. I can weld a frame and put two guide wheels on the front. It shouldn't cost much."
Wan Feng had a clear idea in his mind.
To design and weld the frame, Xiao Dexiang had to be found. Wan Feng took the crooked drawing he had drawn to Gushan Machinery Factory.
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