After Nangong Nuo'er had breakfast, she asked her maid Xiaoxiao to help her prepare the Four Treasures of the Study, and then began to draw in the room. When she held the brush in her hand, she couldn't help but miss the twenty-first century.
Pens and pens, but fortunately she also learned to use a brush to write and draw. It was not a problem for her, but it was not that convenient.
"Miss Third, what are you painting? It looks like a chair, but why does it have wheels?!" Xiaoxiao watched her painting from the side and asked questions about her novel portrait from time to time.
"This is called a wheelchair. It is specially designed for people with lower limb disabilities. People with lower limb disabilities cannot go anywhere without someone to carry them. But with this wheelchair, even if there is no one to support them and no crutches are needed, they can go anywhere.
You can go out now."
She is considered a disabled person now, and she never thought of designing a wheelchair for herself here. As Nangong Nuoer spoke, a self-deprecating wry smile appeared on her lips.[
"Oh, that's it. After this wheelchair is made, can you push it yourself without anyone pushing it? It's amazing. I have never seen such a wheelchair before." Xiaoxiao looked at the picture where a rough model had been drawn.
The pictures that came out were full of curiosity.
"Of course, that way, people in wheelchairs can go wherever they want without bothering others." Nangong Nuo'er nodded.
"Miss Third, how could you have such an idea?! It would be great if people with lower limb disabilities could have this kind of wheelchair." It's so convenient, Xiaoxiao said excitedly.
"In my house..." Nangong Nuo'er said this and suddenly remembered that her current identity was Nangong Nuo'er and not Meng Han. She twitched the corner of her mouth and said: "I mean, this kind of wheelchair is what I use in my home."
I saw it outside when I left Nangong Villa, and I just remembered it, so I wanted someone to try it."
"Third Miss, you are so amazing. You can draw it after seeing it." Xiaoxiao said with admiration.
"It's nothing." Nangong Nuoer just chuckled at her fuss. After finishing the drawing of the wheelchair, she handed it to her and said: "Xiaoxiao, give this picture to Xiaoqi and ask him to find the best one."
A good craftsman should make this wheelchair in the shortest possible time, you know?!"
