Yang Chuxia looked at the somewhat rough model in her hand and said, "Uncle, the wheels underneath can’t be made of iron like a wheelchair, but they also can’t be made of wood."
"Why?" Yang Dayong didn’t quite understand and asked.
Uncle Niu saw the point and said, "The young lady just mentioned that this box is for scholars to use as a book box, so it can’t be too large or too heavy, otherwise, it would increase the burden for them. But if you make iron wheels, they will be heavier than wooden wheels. On the other hand, wooden wheels are more prone to damage."
"That’s right, Uncle Niu is correct, that’s what I was thinking," Yang Chuxia pondered and said, "So, I was thinking, what if we wrap a layer of iron around the wooden wheels, and this time don’t put any dents in it."
When Yang Dayong heard this, he also thought it would be much lighter than using iron wheels.
"It should be possible," Yang Dayong nodded, "I’ll think about it more later."
"Um, Uncle Dayong, I thought about it. Although we have people now, they don’t know how to do it, so they can’t start right away. We can make a few wheelchairs and sell them in the store, and make one sample of each of the other items. When someone likes it, we’ll ask for a deposit and then customize it for them."
"Okay, if it’s like that, it’ll be more convenient. I’ve been studying more than this box these days. I’ve also looked at the tables and jewelry boxes you mentioned. We used to have fewer people, but now we have them, they may not be able to do the detailed work, but they can help me with the wood pieces and wood. The samples you mentioned should be available in a few days, and I’ll be quicker knowing my boundaries."
Hearing the conversation outside, Land Officer Yang’s wife came out of the house and said to Yang Chuxia, "Your Uncle Dayong got your few pieces of paper, and he’s treating them like treasures, almost looking at them even while eating. Anyway, he’s been studying them all day long these days."
"Aiyo, Mom, why are you talking about that?"
Yang Dayong felt a little embarrassed.
"What’s wrong with Mom talking about it? Are you afraid Xiaxia will laugh at you?"
"Uncle Dayong, I won’t laugh at you. Don’t worry, having your own hobbies and dreams is what makes life worth living."
"I don’t really understand what you’re talking about, dreams, but as for hobbies, there’s nothing else, I just ." Yang Dayong really loved woodworking, and after saying this, he looked at the pull-rod box again, as if he had more ideas.
Land Officer Yang’s wife glanced at him and chided, "Look at your contented appearance."
Then she turned her head and asked Yang Chuxia, "By the way, Xiaxia, what’s your mother doing at home?"
"Making clothes. A whole family’s cotton-padded clothes are waiting for her to make. I wanted to buy ready-made ones, but my mother insisted on making them herself."
"Ah, making them yourself ensures the cotton filling is thick, while the store-bought ones may look good, but are not thick and warm." Land Officer Yang’s wife sighed and said this. She continued, "Since your mother is at home, I’ll go chat with her and help her out. I’m getting moldy staying at home every day."
"That’s great, my mother must be frustrated making cotton-padded clothes at home too," Yang Chuxia laughed and said, "It just so happens that I’m going home too, so let’s go together."
"Nana, I want to go too." The little grandson of Land Officer Yang followed along and ran out.
"Alright, I’ll take you with me, go and play with Yunyun and the others."
With that, they all went together to the third branch of the family. When they arrived, Land Officer Yang’s wife saw Yang Dongxue there and was stunned for a moment.
"The couple left, but forgot about the child?"