Tong Sanlang carefully examined the blueprints in Qiao Xiaomai's hands. Qiao Xiaomai had never learned how to draw; her craftsmanship wasn't very good, and one could only make out the outline. As for the finer details, they were absent.
After some thought, he said, "So... what's your plan with this?"
"Make them, then sell the blueprints or collaborate with woodworkers to take shares. I think the people of Bailu Town are quite well-off; they should be able to afford a bicycle, especially those in our village. Think about it, our village is so big, it used to take me a quarter of an hour to walk to the old Tong Family courtyard. If I had a bicycle, I would get there much faster."
"Not everyone can afford to buy ox carts or donkey carts, but a bicycle should be doable, right? This way, it would be much more convenient to get around."