Strategy to develop champions

Chapter 633

Seeing Zhao Caifeng asking this question, Song Mingxuan felt a little embarrassed. How can he help?After all, I cared too much, and now I'm going to set myself on fire.

"This...that..."

"Tch, I know you're a free eater." Zhao Caifeng said coquettishly, and suddenly remembered the "Book on Wife Debate" written by Song Mingxuan.She was too busy with that matter later on, so she forgot about it, but Qian Xi'er told herself about it when she came to the store.When Zhao Caifeng heard this, she was just joking, but when Qian Xier left, Zhao Caifeng was so moved that she shed tears.

There are too few people who are tolerant of women in this era. Most people do not respect women, treat women well, and regard women as reproductive machines, without any respect.But Song Mingxuan was different after all, he seemed to understand himself, so he not only hated these remarks, but also stood up to refute them and became his own guardian.

Thinking of this, Zhao Caifeng couldn't help but hugged Song Mingxuan's waistline, pressed it against his chest and said, "The business in the store is also on track now, and when you become a Jinshi next year, it doesn't matter whether you stay in the capital or go to the capital." I won't go out to solicit business in person when I take office in other places. It's just a matter of hiring a few reliable people, and I will be an official wife at home with peace of mind."

Song Mingxuan heard this, but he didn't understand and said: "I heard that your Tianyi Pavilion is very popular in the capital, and many garment workshops want to cooperate with you. If you don't go out to manage business at this time, you won't be afraid of others. The family caught up and robbed the business of the store?"

Who said Zhao Caifeng wasn't worried, but she was worried. In the end, there was still a choice. In Zhao Caifeng's heart, whether Song Mingxuan was doing well was much more important than whether his own business was doing well.Zhao Caifeng closed her eyes and thought for a while, then pouted and said: "Business is endless, but there is only one darling husband, I don't want you to use your great talents to write "Wife Debate" for me .”

Hearing this, Song Mingxuan felt his face flushed and his fingers pressing on Zhao Caifeng's temples trembled three times. In the end, he just lowered his head and whispered, "You know all about it?"

Zhao Caifeng couldn't help but covered her mouth and laughed and said, "Sister, you probably don't know it yet, you have already become famous because of this "Book on Wife Debate", and you have become a man of the hour in your academy."

Song Mingxuan only smiled modestly when he heard this, and said with a bit of complacency: "Even if I don't write this, I'm still a man of the hour."

Zhao Caifeng was amused by him, pinched his cheek and said, "How did you get such a thick skin?"

Song Mingxuan didn't speak, but lowered his head, biting Zhao Caifeng's lips.

There seemed to be a heat flow slowly flowing in the body, Zhao Caifeng raised her fair neck impatiently, and firmly held the heat in her body.

Early the next morning, Zhao Caifeng went to the warehouse on Guangji Road, selected several bolts of material, and planned to send them to Cuifen.Before leaving, I went to the small courtyard where Huang Ying lived. She was confinement now, so naturally she couldn't come in and out at will. If something goes wrong with her young age, she will suffer for the rest of her life.

Because Dayang is on duty in the Hou Mansion, she can't come here every day. After all, Mrs. Yang is also reluctant to part with her granddaughter. Every time she goes to the shop to help out, she comes to see Huang Ying, who either cooks medicine or stews soup. Although he can't give a good face, after all, everything is done properly.

Later, news spread from the Hou's mansion that another maid named Qiu Chan in the second young master's room was also found to be indiscreet. Mrs. Hou rewarded her with a board and died within two days after being carried out.Huang Ying was scared out of her wits at this time, and felt more and more that she was really bewitched by ghosts at the beginning, why did she become so stupid, she was ashamed and ashamed when she had something to do, and she became more honest when she met Mrs. Yang.

When Zhao Caifeng came this day, she saw her leaning on the soft couch doing needlework. When she saw Zhao Caifeng coming in, she casually put the needle and thread aside. Zhao Caifeng only took one look at her, and felt that her needlework was really good. She was a servant who had served her master closely in the Hou Mansion.

When Huang Ying saw Zhao Caifeng, she was not as arrogant as before, but nodded towards her, with a somewhat hesitant look on her face.Zhao Caifeng had come to visit her by the way, and thought that everyone would make new clothes during the Chinese New Year, and it would be a pity for her to live here alone, so she picked out a bunch of brightly colored fabrics and sent them to her.

"Today, I went to the shop and took a look. I saw that the material suits you well, so I cut a piece of it. When you are confinement, you can make a spring shirt. It's better to do less needlework now. I heard that Is it bad for your eyes?" Zhao Caifeng also doesn't understand the rules of confinement, but it seems that in modern times, the elders will also take care of the juniors who are confinement in this way.

Huang Ying only hummed lightly, her face still had that hesitant look on her face, Zhao Caifeng thought that this girl had really changed her temper, she was as straightforward as before, and now she was playing charades with herself up?Zhao Caifeng intentionally didn't give her a good face, but she still had that kind of indifferent expression, and asked: "Just say what you have to say, and hide it from me so I just pretend I don't know!"

Huang Ying didn't know why, she used to hate Zhao Caifeng, but now that she saw her true abilities, even though she still had such an unfriendly attitude, she felt that she didn't hate her any more, so she hurriedly said: "Cousin, what did you say last time? Does that count?"

(End of this chapter)