Strategy to develop champions

Chapter 191

Sitting in the speeding carriage, Zhao Caifeng's mind was also in chaos. She tried to think of many ways, such as a surprise attack to win, jumping out of the car quickly, and then fleeing quickly, but in the end every idea was denied by herself.

Zhao Caifeng is only 15 years old now. Even if she can push away the big man in front of her and jump off the car, she may not be injured after jumping.Besides, although these two people have not yet thought of killing people to silence them, if they resisted and angered them, they would just slash and stab, Zhao Caifeng might not even have time to say anything...

After thinking about it, Zhao Caifeng felt calm and decided to see if there was any way to leave some signals for others.Zhao Caifeng touched the things on her body. There was nothing else, only the small backpack that she had been carrying with her all the time, and there were two small pillows left over from yesterday's use.

When she went to the latrine early this morning, she found that her aunt had left, but she forgot to take this thing out when she went out.

Zhao Caifeng thought for a while, turned sideways quietly, and desperately dug a small hole in the fabric with her fingers.There was a crack of about one centimeter on the deck of the carriage, and withered weeds could be seen under the carriage.Zhao Caifeng stuffed the small pillow into the gap, stretched out her hand and squeezed it hard, and the ash inside fell down along the place where the carriage passed.

Although I don't know if the traces of such a brainstorming will be discovered, but at present, Zhao Caifeng can only do this.The ashes became less and less, and there were only two thin pieces of fabric left on the small pillow in her hand. With a flick of Zhao Caifeng's wrist, the fabric fell to the ground along the gap of the carriage floor.

The big bearded man on the opposite side was closing his eyes and resting his mind. The horsewhip in the hand of the big man with a crooked nose was flying fast, hitting the galloping horse's back one after another.

"What are you looking at, I'm asking you something!" Xiao Yiming chased here, but there was no way out. This was the first turning after exiting the west gate. One of them leads to the Beijing-Tianjin Wharf, and the other leads to the northwest.Xiao Yiming glanced at the roads on both sides, both roads were covered with traces of carriage wheels.

Xiao Yiming saw that Song Mingxuan was still standing there in a daze, so he just said: "If it's really impossible, let's throw the copper coin, head to the left, tail to the right!"

Liu Bashun who was standing on the side listened, with a look of chills on his face, he suppressed a smile and glanced at Xiao Yiming, couldn't help lowering his head, and shook his shoulders.

Song Mingxuan squatted down, reached out his hand to touch the gray powder like a thin thread on the ground, walked forward a few steps, stopped at the fork on the left and said: "Let's go to the left, the carriage should go left."

Xiao Yiming only had a puzzled look on his face, and he also came up to take a look, and asked, "How do you know it's on the left? What if they went to the right?"

Song Mingxuan has calmed down now, time is running out to rescue Zhao Caifeng, he must calm himself down: "I feel, if you think it's the right side, then you go to the right side and I'll go to the left side."

Song Mingxuan just finished speaking, and hurried to the carriage, where Liu Bashun also hurriedly ordered the old man in the teahouse: "Grandpa, if you meet two young masters waiting for someone here later, let them don't have to wait, just go ahead." Let's go to Yushan Academy, this young master and I still have some things to do."

The two explained clearly and got into the carriage in a hurry. Seeing Liu Bashun came to help him without saying a word, Song Mingxuan said gratefully: "Brother Liu, just lend me the carriage. I can go alone. You should follow along." The other two sons go to the academy to listen to what the master will say!"

"Brother Song, don't say that. Something happened to Mrs. Sister-in-law. Even if I go to the academy, I'm afraid I won't be able to settle down and listen to the books. Let's go and find Mrs. Sister-in-law together with Brother Song!"

Hearing the words, Song Mingxuan was even more grateful, and the two got into the carriage. Song Mingxuan just sat down where the coachman was driving, and searched for the black and gray marks along the way, seeing intermittent ones, but they were indeed heading to the left. Yes, the carriage only reached one place, when Song Mingxuan suddenly saw a piece of white cloth lying on the ground like a handkerchief.Song Mingxuan hurriedly stopped the coachman, got out of the carriage and picked it up to have a look. If this is not the Guishui pillow he sewed for Zhao Caifeng, what is it?
At this time Xiao Yiming also got off his horse, and seeing Song Mingxuan was holding something in his hand, he leaned over and asked, "What is this?"

Song Mingxuan felt a little embarrassed to say it, so he said vaguely: "This is Caifeng's thing."

Xiao Yiming only saw that the white fabric was stained with dust, which looked a bit like a handkerchief, and sighed in his heart: The poor family is really pitiful, they don't even have a bigger handkerchief...

Just as the second small pillow in Zhao Caifeng's hand was spilled, the carriage stopped suddenly, Zhao Caifeng's heart tightened, and she hurriedly sat down obediently, and the big man in the carriage pulled out a belt from his waist , suddenly stepped forward, and was about to catch Zhao Caifeng's eyes.

(End of this chapter)