Becoming the Villain's Discarded Wife-Chapter 225
After helping their mother and sister-in-law clean up their little food stall, brothers Lin Yicheng and Lin Ercheng went back to the carpentry shop to continue their work. ππΏπππ°π²ππ§π π§π²π₯.ππ¨π
When their father and brothers returned home, Nanzhi also got a shock from what she saw in her fatherβs hands.
"Dad, what on earth are you holding?"
Nanzhiβs almond eyes widened in disbelief. How could such a thing be in her fatherβs possession?
"This is called a wheelchair. I invented it myself. With this, you can go out and about."
Her father patted his masterpiece, his face wrinkling with smiles.
This idea came to him all of a sudden. His daughter had twisted her ankle and was bound to be bored lying in the yard all day long. She definitely wouldnβt want to use crutches to go out.
This morning, he saw an old woman pulling her grandson along in a small cart, and he thought of adding two wheels to a chair. If he could make it work, his daughter would be able to get some fresh air outside.
After fussing over it all morning, he managed to make it.
Worried that it might not be sturdy enough, he had his sons, Yicheng and Ercheng, take turns testing it before he brought it home happily.
Nanzhi looked a bit perplexed, and their mother, upon hearing what her husband had said and seeing the wheelchair in his hand, couldnβt help but chuckle.
"You old fool, our daughter just twisted her ankle, sheβll recover in a few days. You made this thing and if people see it, theyβll think she broke her leg!"
At his wifeβs words, the smile on the fatherβs face froze. Seeing his daughter standing perfectly fine in front of him, he twitched his lips.
"Ah, well, never mind then. I thought, I thought it would come in handy."
The father muttered softly, somewhat disappointed.
Seeing her fatherβs somewhat crestfallen expression, Nanzhi felt a twinge of compassion: "My ankle is still a bit sore. Dad, bring the wheelchair over. Let me try it."
"Oh, okay."
The father quickly raised his head, happily pushed the wheelchair behind Nanzhi, and waited for her to sit down.
Seeing her dadβs eager eyes, Nanzhi gave the bare chair another look and tentatively lowered herself onto it.
After Nanzhi took her seat, Yicheng chuckled and pushed her around the yard before stopping.
"Chubby girl, how do you like it? Is it fun?"
Dad spent half of the day working on this wheelchair, and he and Ercheng took turns sitting on it. It was quite fun indeed.
"It, itβs a bit bumpy." Nanzhiβs face turned a bit pale. This so-called wheelchair was nothing more than a chair with wheels attached to the sides by her father. To move it, the person pushing it needed to apply some downward force, lifting the chairβs legs off the ground and rolling it along.
Sitting on it, one would involuntarily lean back, which gave a strange sense of fear. Moreover, the chair was so hard that it made her buttocks ache from the bumps.
"Really? I thought it was okay when I sat on it." Yicheng scratched his head and took another look at the wheelchair, not recalling feeling any substantial bumps when he was sitting on it.
"Youβre thick-skinned, of course you didnβt feel anything." Their mother cast a glance at the elder son and then helped Nanzhi up.
"Putting a cushion on this should make it better." Nanzhi paused, then added, "Dad, if you make this wheelchair a bit more sophisticated, and put on a cushion, it could probably be sold in our shop."
The father, whose spirits had been somewhat dampened, brightened up at Nanzhiβs words. "Doll, do you mean it? Can this thing really be sold?"
"It can be sold!" Ercheng looked at Nanzhiβs ankle, catching her drift.
Their carpentry shop was very close to the medical hall, so they often saw people carrying the injured on planks to the doctor. Sometimes, when there were not enough stretchers in the medical hall, they would come to shop to order some.
Ordinary folk who injured their legs usually bought a pair of crutches. High-ranking families who were incapacitated couldnβt just rely on crutches, they usually had four servants carrying a soft couch. Though it looked grand, it was not very convenient.
But if they could have a wheelchair like the one their father made, all they needed was to refine it a bit, paint it, and put a cushion on it. How could it not draw business?
Nanzhi described the wheelchair as she remembered it to give her father a direction for improvements.
"Chubby girl, you are indeed clever!"
After hearing her words, the father didnβt have the heart to stay in the yard any longer. All he wanted was to go to the backyard and continue tinkering with the wheelchair.
After complimenting Nanzhi, he took his two sons back to the workshop.
After all the rearranging by father and sons, Nanzhi had the honor of sitting on the Wheelchair 2.0 the next morning.
"I think I donβt need this..."
Nanzhi felt a bit embarrassed being pushed into the wheelchair by her father; she wanted to stand up but was held in check by her fatherβs gaze.
"Chubby girl, just think of it as helping Dad test the wheelchair. Besides, your foot still hasnβt fully recovered, sitting on this will surely be more convenient, right?"
The father kept chattering until Nanzhi was finally pushed out of the yard by her two brothers, still in a daze.
"Chubby girl, where are we going now?"
Ercheng had a curious look on his face as he pushed Nanzhiβs wheelchair.
He only knew that his sister wanted to go out today, but he had no idea where she wanted to go or do.
"Donβt you guys have to work at the shop today?" Nanzhi sat in the wheelchair looking a bit gloomy.
"Nope, Dad said weβre going to close the shop today. He wants to work on this wheelchair at home and have us accompany you outside for a bit, we can also take care of you."
Yicheng, standing on the sidelines, felt quite refreshed knowing that fussing over the wheelchair with Dad until midnight yesterday had paid off well.
"Isnβt this a bit too much? My foot is almost healed..."
"Just try it out. You know Dadβs character. Besides, when we really start selling this wheelchair in the shop, you riding around town in it beforehand might even attract more potential buyers."
As Ercheng persuaded her, he started to push the wheelchair.
Shen Miaomiao had been waiting for Nanzhi at the street corner, but was obviously startled when she saw her.
"Sister Nanzhi? What happened to you?" The little girl couldnβt quite figure out why Nanzhi was sitting on a chair with wheels, and looked extremely worried.
"Did you hurt your foot again?"
"No, nothing like that." Nanzhi waved her hand helplessly and explained last nightβs shenanigans to the little girl. Only then did she nod in understanding.
"Uncle Lin is indeed remarkable to have thought of this. But, why is it called a wheelchair?"
The girl examined the strange contraption that Nanzhi sat on, looking somewhat puzzled.
"Itβs a chair with wheels, hence a wheelchair." Yicheng had a good impression of Shen Miaomiao, and when he heard her question, he answered with a smile.
