Strategy to develop champions

Chapter 108

After finishing the lunch market, Zhao Caifeng made do with a small bowl of noodles.Although Song Mingxuan didn't say a word just now, she already understood in her heart that they have already calculated their feelings, so she should be the one to accompany the exam?

Zhao Caifeng was not unwilling at this time. In fact, after she went to the capital a few days ago, she also found that the capital is a place with a wider sky and more business opportunities.

What's more... this morning, I paid 100 taels of silver for free, which is enough to rent a small shop in the capital and move old man Yang's stall there.

Besides, there are many people in the capital, and the night market is allowed to open at night, so the daily income will definitely be doubled.Thinking of the various benefits of going to the capital, Zhao Caifeng was also very tempted, but...it really made me feel uncomfortable to actually plot against myself behind my back!See if I don't take Joe once.

"Mother, business is not busy at the moment, I'll go back to grandpa's house first."

Seeing Zhao Caifeng's pale expression, Mrs. Yang was also worried that she would be unhappy, so she just smiled and said, "You go, Mingxuan, you go too, I've already cleaned up the house for you, you will stay for one night."

Song Mingxuan only insisted on agreeing, and then heard Yang continue: "Caifeng, I will kill two chickens in the yard in a while, and I will cook soup tonight."

When Zhao Caifeng heard that she was going to kill a chicken, she wailed in her heart. She had never seen a chicken being killed in two lifetimes!

But it is obvious that the original Zhao Caifeng must be able to kill chickens, otherwise Yang would not have given such orders for granted.Zhao Caifeng glanced at Song Mingxuan who was following behind her, and asked softly, "Can you kill chickens?"

Song Mingxuan didn't expect Zhao Caifeng to be useful to him, so he just nodded vigorously: "Yes! Yes!"

Zhao Caifeng looked at Song Mingxuan's expression of sincerity, and nodded with lingering fear.

Facts have proved that the words of scholars are really unreliable. When Song Mingxuan chased those two chickens and ran all over the yard, Zhao Caifeng thought of this sentence: Do you think I will believe that you can kill chickens?

Song Mingxuan ran panting, but the two chickens knew that this was their last struggle, and they didn't seem to give in at all. Zhao Caifeng sat on the stool and watched the performance of Xiucai catching chickens for a long time. Song Mingxuan called back.

"Go get a basket, pick up a stick to prop it up, and then sprinkle some millet under the basket, tie a rope to the stick, and when the chicken goes to eat, pull the rope, won't the chicken be caught?"

Zhao Caifeng rolled her eyelids and looked at Song Mingxuan, and then watched Song Mingxuan's flushed cheeks turn redder, and finally even his earlobes turned red.

Zhao Caifeng couldn't bear it anymore, patted him on the shoulder, and said earnestly: "Brother Song, I admire you as a scholar. Sometimes you are really smart, but sometimes..." Zhao Caifeng pointed to the two chickens, Spread your hands.

Song Mingxuan dejectedly caught the chicken according to Zhao Caifeng's method. Sure enough, the chicken was caught very quickly, but the following process was even more terrifying. Song Mingxuan used too much force, and chopped off the chicken's head with one knife, splashing all over his face and body. Chicken blood all over her face——Although Zhao Caifeng stood a little farther away, she was not immune.

In the end, Zhao Caifeng concluded that the yard where two chickens were killed is just like the crime scene where people were killed, it is simply unsightly.

Simply put, although Song Mingxuan is not good at killing chickens, he still has common sense. He knows that hot water can burn off chicken feathers, so he asked Zhao Caifeng to boil two pots of hot water, and finally pulled out all the feathers of the headless chicken.

Zhao Caifeng hung up two headless chickens, saw Song Mingxuan cleaning up the crime scene in the yard with a broom, leaned against the door frame and said, "Actually...let me go to the capital with you."

Zhao Caifeng barely uttered these words when Song Mingxuan shook his hand holding the broom, and his black eyes lit up immediately.

"But we have to make three rules. First, you are not allowed to say that I am your wife; second, you are not allowed to let me do anything; third, you are not allowed to stay out at night." Since Begging Street is not too far from Changle Lane, Zhao Caifeng thought about it, and added the third item.

Song Mingxuan only listened carefully, nodded in agreement, and asked again: "What about you?"

"What about me? Doesn't the second point make it clear? Don't let me do anything."

"No, the second point is fine, the third point, you..." Song Mingxuan's cheeks flushed slightly, a little embarrassed, Zhao Caifeng is a girl after all, if she doesn't come home at night, the situation must be much more serious than himself.

Zhao Caifeng only glanced at Song Mingxuan, then raised her head and said, "If I don't come home at night, could it be that I'm going to sleep on the street?"

Song Mingxuan received Zhao Caifeng's affirmative return, so he didn't care about the tone of her answer, and just squinted and smiled and started to clean the battlefield again.

Zhao Caifeng only supported her forehead and sighed, and said contemptuously, "I don't know who just said that he would kill chickens..."

Song Mingxuan suddenly felt a pain in his chest, as if he had suffered a serious internal injury, it seemed that his daughter-in-law was really difficult to serve!

(End of this chapter)