Strategy to develop champions

Chapter 42

Zhao Caifeng frowned slightly. It is not easy to get used to such a name.I only heard Song Mingxuan continue: "When I grew up, I also felt that this name was not pleasant. I originally wanted them to change it, but later I entered a private school, and after studying, I became more proficient. In fact, it is just a name. , the gift from the elders is nothing more than for my longevity and love for me, but I disobey the kindness of the elders just because I think it is unpleasant, which is my unfilial piety."

After hearing Song Mingxuan's words, Zhao Caifeng also felt a little noncommittal, but it was just an ugly name, and he was really a scholar for telling such a big truth.

Song Mingxuan returned to his room, sat down in front of the desk, picked up the book in one hand, and picked up the half-broken pen in the other, and began to read.Zhao Caifeng suddenly felt that his seriousness in studying was actually quite moving, so she reached out and took out the half-truncated pen tube from his desk.Fortunately, the tube is long, and the remaining half has been worn out, and a new pen can be made.

Zhao Caifeng was taken aback by her sudden thought. She obviously came to Xingshi to inquire about the crime, but after some entanglement, the anger disappeared, and she wanted to make a brush for him. Could it be that she was crazy?

But at this time, Song Mingxuan had already started to work hard, he didn't look up at Zhao Caifeng, he was intoxicated in his own study, Zhao Caifeng thought about it, and suddenly got a little angry, and this thought came to his mind: Tell you to talk big, You said that if you pass the exam, Juren will come to marry me, then I have to take a closer look, do you really mean what you say?If you dare to marry, I will dare to marry!

With this in mind, Zhao Caifeng didn't worry about why she wanted to make writing brushes for Song Mingxuan.There are not many goats in this village. If I want to get some goat brushes to make brushes, I have to run two miles to the mountains outside the village to find goats. Grind that pipe.At this time, Zhao Wu came out of the room with Zhao Caidie in his arms, and said happily: "Sister, look at the bow I made for Xiaosi, how beautiful it is!"

Although there was a custom of shaving lanugo for a hundred days in ancient times, people like the Zhao family were so poor that they didn't care about these customs, so the hair on Zhao Caidie's head was still intact.

I heard before that using fetal hair to make a brush is the softest and smoothest, and the writing is smooth and beautiful. Thinking of this, Zhao Caifeng sat down on her lap with a smile on her arms, and stretched out her hand to caress Zhao Caidie's soft and fine lanugo hair , whispered: "Hey Xiaodie, how about my sister lending you a bunch of hair? Anyway, your hair will be cut soon, so how about letting my sister cut a bunch of hair?"

Zhao Caidie was only ten months old at the moment, and she had just started to walk and talk because of malnutrition. At this time, she couldn't quite understand what Zhao Caifeng meant, so she nodded indiscriminately. Zhao Caifeng picked up the scissors and handed Zhao Wu to Zhao Wu. Cai Die's little poked hair was carefully cut off and tied tightly with a red rope.

Zhao Wu didn't know why Zhao Caifeng did this, so he stayed and looked at it. He saw that Zhao Caifeng had tidied up Zhao Caidie's little fetal hair, tied it into a small broom-like size, and stuffed it in before she picked it up. In the half of the pen tube that came back, I saw a pen and it was done.

The fetal hair was soft and smooth, Zhao Caifeng tried it on the palm of his hand after dipping it in water, the tip of the pen did not split.When Zhao Wu saw it, he said happily, "Sister, you made a pen. Is this pen for me?"

Zhao Wu was the only one in Zhao's family who wanted to go to a private school, so he would naturally ask this question. Zhao Caifeng thought about it, but shook her head and said, "That's a beautiful idea. I haven't learned a few words yet, so I want to ask for a pen. This is for Brother Song."

When Zhao Wu heard this, his small face immediately wrinkled, and he just muttered: "Sister, are you really going to marry Brother Song? Today, Ermao and Stinky also asked me when our family will hold a wedding , why didn’t I know about this? Sis, when did you and Brother Song fall in love with each other?”

Zhao Caifeng glared at Zhao Wu, "If you talk nonsense, I won't beat you. When did you go out today? Why don't I know?"

"It was just early in the morning. I didn't go out. It was Ermao who brought stinky eggs to my house to look at the rice chumps! Sister, can I call Brother Song brother-in-law in the future? When I go to private school, I can tell Those people, my brother-in-law is a scholar!"

Zhao Caifeng didn't wait for Zhao Wu to finish speaking, and gave him a slap in the face, and said angrily: "Don't be silly, let me tell you, it doesn't matter if outsiders talk about this matter, you can't talk nonsense, Ruyue How long has it been since my sister died, be careful when she comes back to find you!"

Hearing this, Zhao Wu was so frightened that his legs trembled immediately, he felt a chill on his back, shrank his neck and said: "Sister, I dare not, please tell Sister Ruyue not to come back!"

Zhao Caifeng couldn't help laughing when she saw his small appearance, she just rubbed his head and said: "Go, give this to your big brother Song, and just say thank you for teaching you how to read for so long, understand?"

Zhao Wu took the pen and went out happily. After walking a few steps, he suddenly turned around and asked, "Sister, do you need to say anything else?"

"Is there anything else you need to say? Talk less!"

(End of this chapter)