Taking the pen, Pei Qin explained to Zou Xing the noodle machine she wanted to make; it wasn't easy to forge, especially the noodle-draining sieve.
Zou Xing listened intently; they usually made simple farming and cutting tools, and it was only recently that they figured out how to make samples of hand-pulled carts and wheelbarrows upon Pei Qin's request. Now this device seemed simple in description, but was not easy to forge, and he couldn't guarantee success.
Pei Qin was aware that ironworking technology at the time was controlled by The Imperial Court, and the local blacksmiths could only make simple items. She had another plan, "If iron can't be used, then you will have to make me a wooden one!"
"A wooden one can definitely be made," Zou Xing nodded. However, he didn't want to disappoint Pei Qin, who had sought his help, and decided to take the matter home to discuss with his father and elder brother, "What is this thing for? Should we keep it a secret from people?"
