Strategy to develop champions

Chapter 301

After Zhao Caifeng sent Aunt Wu away, she did a little calculation of the cost of building the house, and felt that her face was burning hot, as if she was about to burn again.

Zhao Caifeng really felt that she had no strength in her body, so she went back to her room and fell asleep again. The day was neither cold nor hot, and she felt hot when covering the quilt, and felt cold when she didn't cover her. Zhao Caifeng wanted to get better soon, so she just I wrapped myself tightly in the quilt, thinking that if I covered my whole body with sweat, maybe it would be all right tomorrow.

Mrs. Yang took old man Yang and the others to look at the shop, tidied it up a bit, and came to the begging street, because today is the Mid-Autumn Festival, and Mrs. Yang was thinking about inviting Carpenter Qian to have a reunion meal at home. For dinner, but now that his parents are in front of him, Yang is too embarrassed to open his mouth. He stands at the door and watches the carpenter planing wood in the courtyard, and finally only whispers: "Uncle, I will ask the second child to bring you some food later in the evening." Come on, don’t just make do with it outside by yourself.”

Mrs. Yang just finished speaking, and old man Yang just popped up from behind her and said, "Second Sister, what are you talking about? On such a day, Carpenter Qian is in the capital alone for our family's affairs. Don’t keep her for a reunion dinner?” Old man Yang didn’t know what his daughter was thinking, he just thought she was ignorant!

"Uncle, you're joking. Even if I'm not in the capital, I still celebrate the Mid-Autumn Festival alone. I'm used to it." Carpenter Qian said while working with his head down.

"It's all from the same village, so what's the point of being polite? Besides, when my son-in-law was here, we were still good brothers?" Old man Yang only smiled and said, "Let's go over and have a reunion dinner together." , it doesn’t matter that much.”

Mrs. Yang heard that Mrs. Yang insisted on letting Carpenter Qian pass by, so she just lowered her head and remained silent. At this time, Mrs. Yang also came over, and seeing Mrs. Yang's shy look, she said, "Let's go, this time. There is only a reunion festival in the new year, if you are like this, you will be too outsider."

Seeing that the old couple said so, Carpenter Qian felt embarrassed to refuse for a while, so he just nodded honestly.When Mrs. Yang saw her, she couldn't help but smile a little, and hurriedly said: "Then you all have a look in the store for a while, I'll go to the Caishikou on Guangji Road to buy some vegetables and go back. I'm afraid there is nothing to sell."

Mrs. Yang stopped Yang and said, "I'll go with you. We bought it and went back directly. You two are done with your work, so go back earlier. There's no need to be so hard on this reunion day."

Mrs. Yang and Mrs. Yang came out of the store, and Mrs. Yang chased after her and said, "You kid, you are too thin-skinned, aren't you? If you don't take this opportunity to invite his family to sit, what chance will you have in the future?" , just happened to let your father and I have a look at our character."

But it said that it rained all day, and the autumn wind blew up again in the evening, and the single clothes that the candidates brought when they entered the door were all too cold at night.Because Song Mingxuan was taking the exam for the second time, he had some experience and knew that the body played a decisive role in whether a person could function normally, so he didn't care about the ugly, and just put the clothes he brought on top of each other on his body , Don't mention how funny it is.

But in this way, my body really became much warmer. Although the weather was not sunny the next day, it wasn't as cold as it was at night.However, there were quite a few people suffering from the wind and cold in the neighboring houses, coughing and sneezing, and the originally quiet house became lively.

Because it was the last day of the second round, Song Mingxuan had already written it two days ago, so he got up early today and started transcribing it on the paper.It was too cold last night, and he was afraid that he might catch a cold if he slept deeply, so he felt a little sleepy now, so he only yawned a few times, rubbing his temples and persevering.

At this time, I heard soldiers shouting from outside: "Come on, come on, another one died in the Xizi shop!"

"How did you die?"

"Maybe he died of freezing last night? The clothes on his body are still damp, and he is frozen!"

"Okay, this time it's better to go to the underworld to continue the exam!" The other person only answered.

"This man fell ill yesterday. I advised him to come back next time, but he refused. I wanted to save his life with good intentions, but in the end he was desperate."

Song Mingxuan listened to the two chatting away slowly, could not help but shook his head, continued to copy the paper in his hand, and suddenly stopped after writing for a while, as if thinking: "I don't know if there is a person in the underworld." There is no such thing as taking the imperial examination?"

Thinking of this, Song Mingxuan couldn't help laughing bitterly, he just sighed and continued to copy.

After handing in the papers, it was time to wait for the last exam tomorrow morning. Seeing the sun rising in the sky, Song Mingxuan took out the sweet-scented osmanthus cake to dry. However, the sweet-scented osmanthus cake was really durable, and there was no rain in the past two days. get mouldy.

At this time, the alley is very lively, and there are dried food hanging everywhere.There are dried chickens and ducks, moist steamed buns, and steamed buns that are as hard as iron.There are all kinds of weird things that can be stuffed into the stomach to satisfy the hunger.

It’s the last few days of partial life, everyone doesn’t bring much, and some people start to think of ways to take advantage of it. At this time, you not only have to do papers, but you also have to be careful that what you eat can’t be taken by others. Let me go, otherwise I will starve for three days, and I am afraid that there will only be a layer of skin left when I go out.

Song Mingxuan handed in the papers ahead of time, and there was no such difficulty at this time, so he moved out the low stool made by Carpenter Qian, and sat in the aisle to bask in the sun while drying his food.There were still a few pieces of bacon hanging on his head, and when several people walked past him, they all drool enviously.

Song Mingxuan suddenly had a feeling at this time, as if he had never had such a surplus, so he decided to cook a pot of salty meat soup today.

(End of this chapter)