Strategy to develop champions

Chapter 86

Song Mingxuan raised his head and looked at Zhao Caifeng, his face was a little hot. Did she just say that neighbors help each other for such a troublesome matter?

After Zhao Caifeng returned to her home, Mrs. Xu came out of the room, saw Song Mingxuan still in a daze in the living room, and asked, "Why don't you go in and read a book? I bought all the candles, you have to work hard!"

Song Mingxuan was stunned for a moment, and asked Xu: "Caifeng said that two days ago, she helped me go to the county school to ask for the topic booklet. I'm a little embarrassed."

"What's so embarrassing? You are her future husband-in-law, she doesn't care who you care about!" After hearing this, Mrs. Xu smiled, "Who doesn't want to be the wife of Master Juren? Your father doesn't have that brain , now that you are making progress, at least let me be the old lady of Juren!"

Song Mingxuan was even more embarrassed by Xu's words, but seeing Zhao Caifeng's enthusiasm, could it be that she was really counting on becoming Mrs. Juren?The more Song Mingxuan thought about it, the more uncomfortable he felt all over his body. He felt hot all over, so he ran into the backyard and poured a basin of cold water to wash his face.

Zhao Caifeng really didn't intend to be a wife, but she has always had such a personality. As a top student, she knows how to improve her study efficiency and how to get good grades in exams.Zhao Caifeng will not fight unprepared battles, so she believes that since Song Mingxuan is going to take the imperial examination, he must be [-]% prepared.After all, the imperial examination is not the same as the college entrance examination. The college entrance examination is taken every year, and if you miss the imperial examination, it will be another three years.

How many three years are there in life?For ancient people whose average life expectancy was only 40 years old, three years is too long.

Zhao Caifeng took the clothes that Xu had cut and sat on the porch to sew. It was just dark and she could still sew for a while under the moonlight.

Zhao Wu was coaxing Zhao Caidie to sleep in the room, but after a while, the two of them snored.Studying is a physical labor, and Zhao Caifeng really understands it after becoming a top student. It is a lie to say in front of people that you don’t read books when you go home, and you can’t go home and work hard secretly!After all, there are too few people in this world who are called geniuses.

Zhao Caifeng sewed for a while, and found that candles were lit in Song Mingxuan's room next door. It seemed that he was ready to light up the night battle again.The window of Song Mingxuan's window creaked suddenly. When Zhao Caifeng raised her head, she saw Song Mingxuan holding a candlestick, leaning out half of her body, looking at herself with bright black eyes, and asked, "It's too dark outside, why don't you sit with me?" Borrow some light from this window."

Song Mingxuan's voice was very gentle, Zhao Caifeng suddenly felt as if her heart had missed a beat, a pain came from her fingertips, she frowned, knowing that she had been poked by a needle again.

"Then... alright!" Zhao Caifeng wasn't shy either, she will be wearing the clothes in two days, and she really has to hurry, and her craft is not necessarily good in a bright place, let alone this one. The black light is blind.

After Song Mingxuan finished speaking, he opened the window and put the candlestick on the window sill. Zhao Caifeng moved a small stool over and sat under the window sill.Seeing that she was seated, Song Mingxuan moved the candlestick inward again, for fear of being knocked down by something and scalding Zhao Caifeng.

Zhao Caifeng raised her head and saw that the candlestick of the Song family was sunken like a small bowl, and the lit candle oil was just stored in it, so she said, "You can't throw away the lighted candle oil, it's okay. Make it into a candle and continue to use it."

Song Mingxuan was quite curious, Zhao Caifeng actually understood this, and said with a smile on his brows, "I know this, I often did this before I went back for the exam."

Zhao Caifeng saw that he knew, so she didn't say anything, she took a needle to compare with the hair root, pretended to be good at needlework, and started to sew.

In ancient times, there were no sewing machines, and all clothes were sewn by hand. The fabric was rough. Zhao Caifeng was afraid that Zhao Wu would make it uncomfortable, so she sewed blind stitches. But this kind of technique is a test of one's needlework level. She has just started learning, so she sewed Very slow.I don't know how long it took, Song Mingxuan quietly refilled two candles, Zhao Caifeng yawned, stretched, and finally found that the dress in her arms was already half-finished.

Zhao Caifeng raised her head and saw Song Mingxuan writing vigorously under the candlelight. Midnight is often the time when people think most clearly, so maybe they can write better articles at this time.Zhao Caifeng quietly lowered the voice of her movements, and continued to sew.

The night wind was blowing, everything seemed so quiet and gentle, and the moon in the sky gradually moved to the west.The frequency of Zhao Caifeng's eyelid fights is getting higher and higher, but fortunately she is doing needlework, and when her eyelids fight, her fingertips will suffer...

Zhao Caifeng sneaked a glance at Song Mingxuan from the corner of her eyes, and saw that he was still in high spirits, with a bit of joy in his eyes and brows. It felt like she had solved another geometric problem when she was in school. excited.

Zhao Caifeng thought about it at this time, in fact, when she was a top student, she also had happy days.

(End of this chapter)