C10 A Wheelchair This Is Really a Good Thing

"A lot of medicine. . . " Grabbing medicine is expensive. Fu Zimo, who often took medicine, was the clearest. He could not help but be silent. In these few days, Most of the money was worth five taels of silver. There were only three taels left.

They did not have any crops or grain left. If they spent all the silver, they would not be able to continue eating.

"Don't worry, the herbs you need are all common on the mountain. When the seedlings are planted, we will go up the mountain to find herbs. "

Behind their yard, in the open space, there were several herbs that were useful.

"It seems that I have a capable wife. " The melancholy in Fu Zimo's heart was washed away by joy. He could not help but smile and praise Qi Zhenzhen.

After saying that, he immediately blushed.

He must have been influenced by Qi Zhenzhen too much recently. That was why he was not shy or impatient when speaking.

Qi Zhenzhen, on the other hand, was affected by Fu Zimo's momentary mood and became happy.

"However, maybe I can make a wheelchair for you. " The yard was big enough. With a wheelchair, Fu Zimo would not fall again. This way, he would not get hurt again. It would also be good for his wounds to heal.

Fu Zimo was no longer unfamiliar with the new words he heard from Qi Zhenzhen. At most, he would look at her a few times, but he would not take the initiative to ask.

Qi Zhenzhen saw how considerate Fu Zimo was and naturally became happier in her heart. He thought that if Fu Zimo asked her, she would not know how to answer him.

The sun was about to set and Qi Zhenzhen planted the little white vegetable seeds under the setting sun. When it was close to night time, the last spring rain fell. Small raindrops pattered and wet the dry soil.

After a night of spring rain, the next day was a sunny day.

Qi Zhenzhen was really an action-oriented person. She would do it whenever she wanted to. The next day, she got up early and borrowed Mrs Yang's axe. She chopped a few bamboos and a few fir trees around the courtyard and piled them together.

After looking up and down for a while, he realized that she was not omnipotent. There was no way to operate the Dimensional Pocket, so he could only sit on the bamboo pole and sigh in disappointment.

"Zhenzhen, what happened to you?" The eldest grandson of Mrs Yang's family, Lau Dashan, entered the yard and removed the firewood from his body. Lau Dashan was a simple and honest farmer. He was 18 years old this year and was tall and big.

"Mr. Dashan, our Zimo's legs are not good. I want to make him something that can walk. " She did not dare to say the name of the wheelchair directly. She only dared to talk to the horse carriage with the name of the wheelchair.

"I do know how to do some carpentry work. But, this thing you're talking about, I've never done it before. " Lau Dashan scratched the back of his head in embarrassment.

Qi Zhenzhen was really pretty. Although her skin was a little yellow, her smile was especially beautiful. Seeing her smile was like seeing the sun.

Because the two families lived close and Mrs Yang's relationship was close, they became more familiar with each other. He looked at Qi Zhenzhen and was worried. Originally he wanted to help but seeing this, it seemed like he could not help much.

"You know how to do carpentry work?" Qi Zhenzhen's eyes lit up.

She knew how to draw, but she did not know how to do it.

Lau Dashan, on the other hand, knew how to do it. Wasn't this perfect?

Qi Zhenzhen clapped her hands happily and stood up, explaining her plan in detail.

"Hehe, this is good. " Lau Dashan touched his nose. Qi Zhenzhen's body was really fragrant. She suddenly stood up and took advantage of the spring breeze to smell his nose. It was very itchy.

"Zhenzhen. " Fu Zimo sat in the newly-cleaned kitchen and looked at Qi Zhenzhen for a long time. He saw the two of them talking as if there was no one else around and smiling from time to time. The atmosphere was very good. He felt a little stifled as he watched.

Fu Zimo's voice had an inexplicable anger. Qi Zhenzhen was stunned for a moment and did not understand.

"It's time to eat. " Fu Zimo felt that he was narrow-minded and could not help but stiffen and relax his tone.

Qi Zhenzhen had not yet come back to her senses and did not understand. She saw that Fu Zimo had recovered and did not mind. She made an appointment with Lau Dashan and waited for her to finish drawing the blueprint at noon and ask him to come back in the afternoon to help. Then she went into the kitchen.

"It smells so good. " Qi Zhenzhen looked at the smoke curling around the stove and turned her head to the side with a smile.

The smile connected to the dimples on her cheeks and started to swirl. She looked like a peach blossom that had just bloomed at the village entrance.

Fu Zimo could not help but be entranced by it.

"Come, quickly eat it. " Qi Zhenzhen giggled and scooped up sweet potato porridge. Each of them had a bowl.

This sweet potato was given by Mrs Yang and there was not much left in her cellar. There were only five and she had to save some.

"If you have anything to do, I can do it too. " Fu Zimo was angry in his heart, but he could not express it when he saw Qi Zhenzhen like this. He could not help but feel depressed.

"Let's wait for the future. " Qi Zhenzhen casually brushed him off.

It would be good if he did not give her any extra trouble. He even helped her.

"You look down on me, don't you?" Fu Zimo was so smart and sensitive. How could he not recognize it? He could not help but blush.

Qi Zhenzhen's heart sank. This stupid bookworm was too unreasonable. If it was based on her temper in the past, she would definitely throw the bowl and leave. However, when she thought about how he protected her back then, as well as their famous marriage and Fu Zimo's strange injury, she could not help but be silent.

Forget it, she was a healthy person. Why did she get angry with a disabled bookworm?

"What do you think? I want to see if I can't do it. " Fu Zimo tried his best to maintain his presence.

He was very weak. He could not control his legs. Therefore, he could not give Qi Zhenzhen a good life. However, he was not convinced.

"Alright, help me draw the picture. " Qi Zhenzhen had an idea. She could not dampen the confidence of a crippled person.

One should know that when there were some illnesses, the patient's mood and the attitude of cooperation were more important.

Fu Zimo's eyes lit up. "No problem. " Writing and drawing were his strong points. It was the only thing he could be proud of.

In the afternoon, the sun was warm. Sure enough, Lau Dashan came. He even brought along the guy who was a carpenter.

Qi Zhenzhen's face was full of smiles when she saw him. Lau Dashan was once again swayed by that smile. His eyes were dazzled. He lowered his head and his dark red face was somewhat shy.

"Mr. Dashan, this is the blueprint. Take a look. " Qi Zhenzhen did not pay attention to the young man's unnecessary thoughts and only focused on the blueprint in her hands.

"This is. . . " Lau Dashan was a qualified carpenter. One look and he knew that this thing did not exist in the Great Yi Dynasty.

At least among the people he knew, none of them knew how to make it.

"A wheelchair. This thing is called a wheelchair. " Qi Zhenzhen curled her lips. She had already made it, so she could not change the name.

"A good name. " Fu Zimo said in surprise.

He drew the blueprint. It looked like a carriage but also like a wooden carriage. However, it was more convenient than them. It could be controlled by the person in the wheelchair.

This thing was too suitable for people with poor legs.