Strategy to develop champions

Chapter 22

Song Mingxuan dug out a small stack of yellowed rice paper, with moth spots on it, it seemed that he was not willing to use it for some time.He took one out from inside, took it to the desk and put it down, then poured a little water from the bowl into the inkstone beside him, and when he was about to grind the ink, he heard Zhao Caifeng say: "I know how to grind." Mo, I'll do it myself."

Song Mingxuan handed the inkstone through the window to Zhao Caifeng, the inkstone was not light, Zhao Caifeng thought she could catch it with one hand, but when she felt the weight of the inkstone, she had to hold it with both hands.There is a stone table in the yard of the Song family, and beside the stone table is a sycamore tree. Usually, when the weather is good, Song Mingxuan will read a book on this stone table for a while. At this moment, Zhao Caifeng puts the inkstone on the stone table on the table.

Just after lunch, Brother Bao and Grandma Chen were sleeping, and the yard was quiet, so Song Mingxuan personally took the rice paper and sent it out.Zhao Caifeng took the rice paper handed over by Song Mingxuan, spread it out on the stone table, and ground the ink a little thicker, took the brush from Song Mingxuan's hand, and began to draw her "Pounding Rice Pair".

Song Mingxuan was not in a hurry to leave, he also had some interest at the moment, in his memory, Zhao Caifeng was a village girl who could not read a single word, he felt strange asking him to borrow paper for the first time today, so he really wanted to stay and watch Let's see what Zhao Caifeng wants to do.

Zhao Caifeng didn't talk to Song Mingxuan. From her point of view, she couldn't hide what she did today, so she didn't plan to hide it from anyone. Moreover, it takes a process for people to change slowly. Let others witness the whole process. , It is also better than suddenly changing yourself like this.

Zhao Caifeng had never learned to draw in her previous life, and she was not very good at using brushes, so her hands inevitably trembled when drawing. After thinking about it, she simply put down the brush.I picked up another branch on the ground and wrote and drew on the sand in the yard for a long time.Song Mingxuan looked at it with great interest, and suddenly felt that what she said seemed to be interesting.But he was too embarrassed to go forward to chat, so he frowned and pondered for himself.

After Zhao Caifeng finished drawing on the ground, she threw the branch in her hand aside and said, "Brother Song, please help me transcribe the paintings on the ground onto paper with a brush. I don't know how to use a brush."

Although Song Mingxuan didn't fully understand what Zhao Caifeng was painting, he knew that at least Zhao Caifeng knew the fact that she didn't know how to use a brush.

Song Mingxuan picked up the writing brush that was put aside, glanced at the ground again, and said in a little doubt: "What is this? It looks like it's made of wood."

Zhao Caifeng picked up the branch just now again, and explained to Song Mingxuan while pointing: "This is a fulcrum. I added a wooden stick to fix it in the middle of this shelf. The two wooden stakes on the left and right should be slightly longer. It is fixed in the soil at the time, and a beam is installed on it, so that people can lie on it, as long as the wooden stick is stepped on, the wooden stake in front will be lifted, and then the stone can be beaten into the mortar, and the wheat inside It can be ground into powder."

As Zhao Caifeng said, she frowned and said, "We don't have any livestock, and the big stone mill is expensive, so we can't afford it. Zhao Wen only pounded the wheat last night, and the palms of his hands were covered with blood blisters, so I had to think of this way. To lighten my mother's burden."

Song Mingxuan's books for so many years are not for nothing. Although he usually only reads books related to imperial examinations, he has also read some books on miscellaneous notes and popular science. It seems that he has seen similar devices in some books. , I heard that southerners eat a lot of rice, which is more common there, but it is rare here.

After Song Mingxuan finished the drawing, he turned the connection diagram of each part into a three-dimensional shape, and marked it in the corner of the paper. Zhao Caifeng stepped forward to take a look. I should be able to make pictures. Sure enough, it is good to read more books these days.

Zhao Caifeng looked at Song Mingxuan with some excitement as he finished drawing the blueprint, and took a few breaths of joy, waiting for the ink to dry soon, only to hear Song Mingxuan say: "These two wooden stakes look very heavy, and there are just a few in our backyard. Two, maybe they can come in handy, why don't you just use them."

In fact, Zhao Caifeng is not rare for a few logs. There is a hillside just a few steps behind their house, and there are many logs on it, but I heard that the hill is also owned by the landlord. If someone finds stealing wood, he will be beaten. She tried it while the moon was dark and the wind was high, but with Song Mingxuan's words, she didn't have to take the risk.

"That's a good relationship. I'll make this thing in the yard. Usually, when my house is not in use, your house can also use it. You can still lie here and read a book while working. Wouldn't it be convenient?"

These words are exactly what Song Mingxuan wanted. He originally wanted to do something for the family, but the autumn test is approaching. He has wasted a lot of time because of Ruyue's illness a while ago, and now he finally has the leisure to read. Xu Shi and Grandma Chen refused to let him do any work. He really couldn't bear to see his mother working hard.

Now that he really has such a good tool, he can read a book and help the family pound some rice noodles at the same time, which is really killing two birds with one stone.

(End of this chapter)