Strategy to develop champions

Chapter 124

When the carriage entered the capital, everyone began to break up in various ways.Master Chen put Song Mingxuan and Zhao Caifeng down at the intersection closest to the begging street. Standing on the busy street, the two suddenly felt a sense of loneliness and looked at each other, as if they could support each other in this world. Yes, only the person opposite.

Zhao Caifeng sighed, probed her head for a long time, and only said: "I'll ask for directions, you stay here."

Song Mingxuan was carrying a book basket on his back, looking at the bustling street, he was filled with emotion.When he came here three years ago, he was in a hurry, seeing the prosperity and wealth, as if he had nothing to do with him at all.At that time, he didn't know what to do after he passed the exam, as if he was just a reading machine, and he didn't have the same understanding of wealth and honor as he does today.

Song Mingxuan looked at Zhao Caifeng's petite back. She was wearing coarse clothes, but she still couldn't hide her beauty. She was not afraid of strangers at all, and was exploring the route with the stall owner on the side of the road.Song Mingxuan looked at the little maid wearing red, willow and green clothes on the road, thinking that if these clothes were worn on Zhao Caifeng's body, they would definitely look better.

"Why are you in a daze, I know how to go to the begging street, you follow me."

Zhao Caifeng came over and saw Song Mingxuan was staring at the little girl in red and green, she felt a tinge of anger inexplicably, and said to herself: I haven't won the exam yet, but I have become Chen Shimei first!

But Zhao Caifeng quickly comforted herself and said: I helped him take the imperial examination because I didn't want to waste talents. As for whether he is Chen Shimei, what does it have to do with me!Zhao Caifeng comforted herself like this, and suddenly felt better.

Over there, Song Mingxuan came back to his senses and saw that Zhao Caifeng had walked a distance of two feet, so he hurriedly followed.

The two walked in tandem, each with their own concerns.After walking for about two sticks of incense, we finally arrived at the alley of Begging Street.Zhao Caifeng was not angry anymore, she just pointed inside and said: "This is the begging street, there are many poor people living in it, and we are also poor, so we have to live in it."

Song Mingxuan glanced at the road sign at the entrance of the alley, and frowned, "Isn't this called Shikang Road? Why is it called Begging Street?"

Zhao Caifeng only replied: "I heard from the waiter in the shop that Shikang Road sounds like Shikang Road, and there are many beggars here from other places, so everyone calls it Beggar Street."

Song Mingxuan nodded and followed Zhao Caifeng inside.In fact, for Song Mingxuan, the conditions here are not too bad. The roof of the hut at home was rotten when it rained. No matter how dilapidated it is, at least it is a tile-roofed house, but it is old and looks a little dilapidated. .

Zhao Caifeng turned her head to look at Song Mingxuan, and seeing that there was a little joy in his eyes, she knew that he didn't dislike the shabby place, so she was relieved.

The two walked for a while before they came to the yard rented by Zhao Caifeng.Zhao Caifeng took the key and unlocked the door, and when she opened the door, she saw grapes hanging on the lush grape racks inside, and her mood was half relieved.

"How about it, is it okay? During the day, you can read a book under this grape trellis, it's cool and shaded."

With a slight smile on his face, Song Mingxuan said, "You can do needlework under this grape trellis, and you won't be afraid of the sun."

Zhao Caifeng just licked her lips and smiled, thinking: It's a beautiful idea!

The two toured around the house, put down their luggage, and started tidying up the room.Zhao Caifeng thought about it, and let Song Mingxuan live in the room on the east side.It is summer now, and the room on the west side can directly roast human flesh when it is exposed to the sun in the afternoon.There is no air conditioner or fan in this day and age, if Song Mingxuan is to live there and read, it's only strange if he doesn't suffer from heat stroke!

Forget it... for the sake of him being the key protection target now, let's roast myself...

Zhao Caifeng tidied up her clothes, spread out the sheets, fetched water from the well in the yard, and carried it to the backyard to boil water.Song Mingxuan wiped the desk first, and put his four treasures of the study on it. After everything was settled, he remembered that his room faced the east.

In summer, the east room is cool, while the west room is hot. This is the truth that everyone understands. Just now Zhao Caifeng seemed to say something casually, but in fact, he already showed concern for him. Song Mingxuan felt warm and comfortable in his heart. After thinking about it, I finally couldn't bear it, so I went to the kitchen to find Zhao Caifeng and said, "Caifeng, the room on the west side is bright, and it's just right for me to read, so I should live in the west side."

With the same door and two windows, how is it possible that the room on the west is brighter than the room on the east?It was clearly Song Mingxuan who figured out Zhao Caifeng's intention to divide the room just now. I'm sorry, but this guy has a conscience!Zhao Caifeng only sighed and said: "Forget it, you have to read, it's so hot in the west, I've been cold since I was a child, hot spots don't matter."

"No, no, I should live on the west side. The so-called calmness of mind makes it cool. If I read a book and my mind is calm, I won't feel hot." Song Mingxuan insisted.

Zhao Caifeng was boiling water in the kitchen right now, and was sweating profusely from the smoke. Hearing this, she just dragged Song Mingxuan to the door of the stove and asked him, "Is it hot?"

"Hot!" Song Mingxuan said as he wiped his face sweating from the fire.

"Can you calm down when it's so hot?" Zhao Caifeng let go of her hand, pushed Song Mingxuan to the side, and said without doubt: "What should you do, my scholar."

(End of this chapter)