"What are you drawing, Langjun?" Taxue lifted her sleeve with one hand and milled an ink stick with the other hand. There was the smell of diffused ink in the air.
Jiang Pengji took a brush, let it absorb some ink, and started writing on a paper made of bamboo. All the different width strings on the paper mangled up the drawing into a weird painting. No matter what angle Taxue looked at it, it didn't make sense to her at all.
"Something useful." Jiang Pengji stood up in the middle of her drawing and took a book from the bookshelf. She unfolded the book and read the contents carefully before she sat back down at her desk. She made some modifications to her sketch after her research. "If it is doable, it might turn out to be a revolution for us."
Jiang Pengji's purpose was to improve the current farm tools in order to enhance the work efficiency and reduce the human work.