Strategy to develop champions

Chapter 113

In ancient times, there were no hair dryers, and Zhao Caifeng's hair was long. Although Zhao Caifeng wiped it with a coarse cloth several times, the coarse cloth was not good at absorbing water, so water beads dripped from the ends of Zhao Caifeng's hair.

You can’t sleep if your hair is dry, otherwise you will get sick easily if your head is windy. Under such harsh living conditions in ancient times, health is the only guarantee for a person to die, so Zhao Caifeng didn’t dare to go in and sleep. She just poured water and took Usually, the apron worn by Mrs. Yang is draped behind her so as not to get her clothes wet.

Under the warm moonlight, Song Mingxuan's room was lit with a bean-like oil lamp, swaying gently in the evening wind. Zhao Caifeng thought about it, and she couldn't sleep anyway, so she simply did some needlework. The last time Yang called There is still half of Na's shoe soles not finished. Tomorrow, she will go to the capital with Song Mingxuan, and she doesn't know when she will be able to come back. Why don't she start a late job, and she will fall down when she is done.

This time Zhao Caifeng moved the small stool familiarly, and sat directly under Song Mingxuan's window.Seeing Zhao Caifeng approaching, Song Mingxuan smiled slightly. Seeing her long wet hair, he just said, "It's windy at night, you'd better go into the room and do your sewing."

Zhao Caifeng looked around, it was already summer, and the crickets could be heard from all around, even if there was a breeze, there was still some heat.Although the room looked empty, Zhao Caifeng shook her head and said, "It's hot, it's cool outside, and it's stuffy inside, so I won't go in."

Song Mingxuan didn't know why, but felt more and more that he wanted to get close to Zhao Caifeng. He only felt that Zhao Caifeng was by his side. No matter he could read and write, he felt much more energetic. Hearing what Zhao Caifeng said, he smiled and said, "Then I'll move a stool outside. , I also feel hot inside."

Zhao Caifeng looked at Song Mingxuan's clean forehead, and the clothes on his body didn't sweat at all. What is this hot?It is clearly a lie.Zhao Caifeng thought it was a little funny, but seeing Song Mingxuan's serious look, he was too embarrassed to expose him, his face was too thin, it wouldn't be good if he got annoyed.

"Then you come out and put this oil lamp in the middle, the two of us will be half as good." Zhao Caifeng thought about it carefully, whoever is in love is not a flowery day, and they share an oil lamp like this, it is probably not worth it Come on, it can only be regarded as resource sharing.

Hearing this, Song Mingxuan couldn't help but twitched a smile. He didn't look old, but his demeanor was very mature, so only when he smiled, he looked a little like his age.Zhao Caifeng is also a big sister who knows how to cherish her little brother, so seeing him like this makes me feel very happy.After all, Zhao Caifeng firmly believed that Song Mingxuan was just a big boy.

Song Mingxuan came out with an oil cup in one hand and a book in the other, put the oil cup on the small stool between the two of them, and began to read.

Zhao Caifeng didn't pay any attention to him, and just picked up the soles of her shoes.The soles of ancient shoes were made of layers of cloth cut and folded. They were half an inch thick. With the strength of two tigers, I can't wait to gnash my teeth and lower my head to use my teeth.

So Song Mingxuan read the book very quietly, and Zhao Caifeng's shoe sole movement was a bit louder.Song Mingxuan raised his head, looked at Zhao Caifeng frowned and tried to pull out the needle, his palm-sized cheeks were all wrinkled, and suddenly felt very distressed, so he just put down the book and said, "Let me help you pull out the needle." .”

Zhao Caifeng raised her head and glanced at Song Mingxuan, turned her body slightly, shook her head and said, "No, you can pull out a needle for me, can you take out the whole sole of my shoe? Many things cannot be replaced by others."

Song Mingxuan was at a loss for words for a while, and looked down at the scroll on the side, but suddenly realized in his heart.Many things cannot be replaced by others, and the imperial examination is the same. Song Mingxuan's only task now is to pass the Juren examination.

Song Mingxuan took a deep breath, picked up the scroll and continued to read. Zhao Caifeng had already pulled out the needle with great effort. Song Mingxuan glanced at it. The scar on the back of Zhao Caifeng's hand was still slightly pink. Feeling sour, but she has secretly made up her mind that she must let Caifeng live a good life in the future.

The two of them were reading under the window outside until the fifth watch. When Old Man Yang and Mrs. Yang got up to prepare for the noodle stall business, they saw them sitting by the window.Reading alone, sewing alone, and the two stopped occasionally to talk a few words. The old man saw it sweetly in his eyes, and remembered the past when he was young.

"Old woman, do you still remember that you often came to the kitchen at night to do needlework? You said nicely that the kitchen does not turn off the fire at night, but in fact, can I not know what you are thinking?"

(End of this chapter)