Strategy to develop champions

Chapter 21

Zhao Caifeng found a branch, drew a few drafts of the blueprint on the sand in the yard, and made some modifications according to the ideas in memory. Take a pen and paper and draw it right away, but how can people like them have a pen and paper at home?
Zhao Caifeng thought about it. As the saying goes, distant relatives are not as good as close neighbors. Now she realized that Song Mingxuan was a scholar. Although he used clear water to write these days, it was impossible for him to find a piece of paper at home.However, looking at his usual sour appearance, it's not a matter of whether he will lend her the paper or not.To be honest, the papermaking technology in this era is actually not very good. Although Zhao Caifeng has never seen paper, but imagine, it is definitely not much better than the worst-selling toilet paper on the market in Hyundai.

After lunch, Mrs. Yang took Zhao Wen to hunt weeds on the mountain when she saw that the sun was not too high. I was very anxious to make this thing. After all, beating wheat every night is a physical activity. Zhao Wen's durability is really bad. Zhao Caifeng couldn't bear to let Yang's exhaustion, and she didn't have the strength to do it herself, so she didn't care about it. After thinking about it, I went directly to Song Mingxuan to borrow paper.Anyway, the people in this mountain have nothing to avoid suspicion, anyway, I have not traveled to the kind of people who want to avoid suspicion.

Zhao Caifeng figured this out, and became more open-minded. She had traveled through time, and she didn't expect to marry at the age of fifteen or sixteen like the girls here, so although she is now a widowed girl, But at least she doesn't feel pressured at all. The most important thing in front of her is how to make life at home better.

Song Mingxuan was still reading at the desk under the window in the room on the left, with a writing brush dipped in clean water in his hand, the hairs on the tip of the writing brush were all forked, and it looked like it had been used for a long time.Zhao Caifeng walked through the small door, leaned half her body in front of the window sill and asked him: "Don't you even have ink and paper at home? Can you remember when you write like this?"

Song Mingxuan was obviously concentrating on his reading. How could he have thought that his neighbor would come to visit again? Before Zhao Caifeng's accident, she had always been a shy girl. Although the two families were neighbors, they never chatted alone. More than ten sentences, but in the past few days, the two of them have chatted more than ten sentences.

Song Mingxuan still felt a little bit reluctant when he thought of the piece of floral cloth that was sent away by Mrs. Xu today.That piece of fabric was saved from the money he bought for pens, inks, papers and inkstones when he went to the market last year, and bought for Ruyue to make new clothes, but as a result, Ruyue left before the new clothes were made.

Song Mingxuan couldn't help feeling sour when he thought of this.Speaking of which, between him and Kisaragi, there really wasn't much personal love between men and women, it was just a childhood sweetheart who grew up together, and seeing her suffer like this, he felt a little more distressed.Thinking back, although she was snatched to be the concubine of the landlord's son, the landlord's son didn't seem to be a failure, and he loved Ruyue, and he also sincerely blessed Ruyue at that time, but Who knew that an accident would ruin everything.

Song Mingxuan thought of the affection he had when he was a child, and felt that he couldn't leave Ruyue like this.The child in Ruyue's womb can't be born without a father. He wanted to be good to Ruyue wholeheartedly at that time, and he also dreamed that one day he would be named on the gold list, and in the future he and Ruyue would live a life of red sleeves and admiration.In his view, the husband and wife need to support each other and be considerate of each other, even if they don't want to have a lot of personal affairs between men and women.

Thinking of this, Song Mingxuan sighed again. After all, he and Ruyue didn't have such a fate, so they couldn't go on together in the end.When Song Mingxuan raised his head again, he saw Zhao Caifeng staring at him with wide eyes. Zhao Caifeng was one of the top girls in Zhaojia Village. Although her appearance was not as good as those decent girls in the city, she was definitely a village flower in Zhaojia Village.Besides, those young ladies are nothing more than people relying on clothes, if Zhao Caifeng can pick up a few decent clothes and put them on, she will definitely not lose to anyone.Song Mingxuan thought about it this way, and felt that there was nothing to regret if the floral cloth was given to Zhao Caifengyuan today, and he kept it just as a bottom of the box.

Zhao Caifeng saw Song Mingxuan's ecstasy, she knew that he didn't listen to her words carefully, and felt that she was obliquely asking him if he had any paper at home, so she simply asked straightforwardly: "Brother Song , Do you have paper and pens at home? Can you lend them to me? I’ll return them to you when I go to the next market.”

Although Zhao Caifeng has no experience in dealing with such sour literati, judging from the experience of previous lives, generally such literati are relatively stingy.This time Song Mingxuan understood Zhao Caifeng's words clearly, and didn't ask her what she wanted for the pen and paper. Instead, she put down the brush first, turned around and rummaged through a chest of drawers in the corner of the room.

(End of this chapter)