Strategy to develop champions

Chapter 64

At this time, Zhao Caifeng felt that Song Mingxuan had a good mind and had the potential to take the blame for her, so she said, "Brother Song said it. Uncle's death was wronged, maybe he didn't fall to his death!"

Just now when Song Mingxuan was analyzing the wound, Mrs. Yang didn't listen much, but now hearing what Zhao Caifeng said was true, she asked, "Really? Can I sue at the yamen?" Old man Yang and Mrs. Yang just After the death of their son, the Yang family is their reliance at the moment, so it is natural to stand up at this time.

Old man Yang looked at his son's body, wiped the tears off his face with his hand, and said through gritted teeth, "Let's sue! Sue that whore!"

Zhao Caifeng doesn't know why old man Yang has such resentment towards her daughter-in-law, but she also understands that seeing a grandson who doesn't look like her own son every day is indeed very psychologically stressful, and it will form a mental illness in the long run Also unknown.

But she is a modern person, and she knows that it is not easy for a person to be killed. Besides, Song Mingxuan's analysis just now is very correct. Judging from the wound on the back of Yang Zhenxing's head, it should be a person taller than him who used a sharp weapon behind him. It was caused by hitting him, just now Zhao Caifeng also saw the height of that tofu Xishi, obviously she is not feasible to kill, if she is not the murderer, she is probably an accomplice.

Zhao Caifeng glanced at the little boy kneeling on the ground, but he looked like eight or nine years old, my father died, my mother ran away, and I don't know how to live the next day.Zhao Caifeng reached out and rubbed his head, and asked him: "Guoqiang, does your mother usually go out? Who are you with?"

The child raised his head and glanced at Zhao Caifeng, with a bit of wariness and doubt in his eyes, Zhao Caifeng laughed in his heart, such a child who knows how to pretend to be deep, it seems that he must have known too many things when he was a child.Zhao Caifeng only smiled at him with a pleasant face, and said: "Your mother was scared away by your grandfather, and my sister will help you find her later. If you don't tell me who your mother likes to be with, where can I find her?" Where are you going?"

The child suddenly lowered his head, but his slender neck was straight, and he said stubbornly: "My mother will not come back. My father said that my mother always wants to run away with others. Now that my father is dead, my mother will not come back." came back."

Sure enough, he is a child who has experienced hardships and ill-fated fate!

Zhao Caifeng sighed silently in her heart, rubbed his forehead and said: "As long as you tell who your mother usually likes to be with, she won't be far away. Why, are you going to be a child without a father or a mother?" ?"

"There is no difference between me and a child without father or mother. My father calls me a bastard every day, saying that I was born by my mother and a wild man outside." The child did not have much resentment when he spoke, but this is not On the contrary, Zhao Caifeng took a breath of cold air with his nonchalant attitude.

Zhao Caifeng just sighed and said: "Forget it, you are a good boy, so sensible, now that your father is gone, he will not scold you in the future, you go up and kowtow to him."

Yang Guoqiang went up, knelt down in front of Yang Zhenxing's body and kowtowed, with a somewhat angry expression on his face.

On the other side, Song Mingxuan had already taken out a pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and on a platform where sundries were piled up in the yard, he flattened the rough-edged paper and began to write the pleadings.

Zhao Caifeng walked over to take a look, and found that Song Mingxuan wrote in small script, which was very delicate.When she was reading history books, she had heard that calligraphy was very important to those who took the imperial examinations. Many examiners valued calligraphy very much, but they would relax the requirements for the articles themselves. Song Mingxuan's calligraphy might give her a lot of points.Zhao Caifeng thought of how he was twirling a brush and writing with white water under the window sill every day, thinking about it at this time, but also felt very vivid.

There is a fixed format for writing pleadings, and the writing style is secondary. The main thing is to write the reasons for the petition. Zhao Caifeng looked at Song Mingxuan's writing, but it was concise and smooth. She couldn't help but nodded and whispered her approval : "The handwriting is good, and the pleadings are also well written."

Some small things are nothing more than unintentional actions. Zhao Caifeng has been in this ancient time for so long, and she has already forgotten to pretend. Besides, when she is at home, she rarely sees words. I forgot that I was traveling through an illiterate village girl.

"Do you know what I wrote?" Song Mingxuan raised his head and looked at Zhao Caifeng with some doubts in his eyes.

Zhao Caifeng suddenly realized that she was revealing something, her cheeks flushed immediately, she thought for a long time before she joked: "Who knows how to read, doesn't he just praise you for your beautiful writing, and then he is proud of it? It knows me, but I don't know it! "

Of course Zhao Caifeng didn't know that she used to be an old girl, even if she made such expressions and actions, she was quite unattractive, but now her skin is only fifteen years old, it is the most youthful time, she is born and good-looking, so in From Song Mingxuan's point of view, this Zhao Caifeng is really moving like never before.

Song Mingxuan suddenly felt a little deer running fast in his heart, he hurriedly lowered his head, dipped in ink, and continued to write.

(End of this chapter)