Strategy to develop champions

Chapter 585

The shopkeeper Luo just wrote it down, and there was nothing else to do in the store for a while, so Qian Xi'er sent Zhao Caifeng home first, and then went back to Liu's house in a carriage.After Zhao Caifeng went back, she put out the paints first, and started copying with the brochure she designed.She had drafted those picture albums several times before, and it is very easy to draw them now, but it is a pity that there is no color printing in this era, otherwise, printing a few copies would save her such hard work.

However, Zhao Caifeng felt that compared to ramen, this is really much easier, and it is still something she likes to do.Why didn't she discover that she had a talent for painting in her previous life?Otherwise, I wouldn't go far and wide to do forensic medicine. It must be because I watched too much TVB when I was a child.Zhao Caifeng laughs at herself while drawing.

Yang's health is better now, and she can walk around with the baby in her arms.Because it is a son, Mrs. Yang is also very precious. I just want Carpenter Qian to give him a good name. Carpenter Qian was injured before, so Mrs. Yang never mentioned this. Now that he finally mentioned it, Carpenter Qian laughed. He said: "Don't ask your son-in-law who will be a Jinshi master in the future, but ask me, a big bastard, what good name I can come up with."

Yang embraced her son in her arms, and said with a smile: "He is your son, so naturally I have to ask you first. Who do you want to be named this, then you can decide for yourself."

Although Carpenter Qian recovered from his injury a lot, he still couldn't lift the child up, so he just stared at his son for a while, and then said with a smile: "We'd better wait until Mingxuan comes back, and give him a famous name. From now on, just like Xiao Wu, send him to a private school and stop fighting on the front line."

After hearing this, Mrs. Yang raised her head to look at Carpenter Qian's sickly face, and said distressedly: "If you can save your life this time, it's considered your fate."

Zhao Caifeng raised her head and saw the two talking at the door of the West Wing. After a while, the woman who did odd jobs entered the main courtyard and said: "Master and Madam, the food is ready, please go to the front to eat."

Although the small courtyard is much more spacious than before, there is only one main hall after all, so the place to eat is in the small dining room next to the kitchen.The host's house where I lived before had to move all the food to the main courtyard hall every time I ate. The whole family sat and watched the big scene, but Zhao Caifeng liked to eat in the small dining room, so the wives It is also convenient to clean up, and they are not serious and big families, so there is no need to be so poor and particular.

Zhao Caifeng saw that the mother-in-law came in to call for someone, and she was about to come to her side in a while, so she put down the pen in her hand.Her painting is also a meticulous work. If she doesn't calm down, she is afraid that the painting will not be good, so she simply stopped. After the big guys finished their dinner, she will paint quietly by herself.

Carpenter Qian was injured, and Xiao Yiming wished he could move all the Xiao family's warehouse for supplements, and all kinds of food at home were delivered without interruption, but every time he sent a servant over, the two did not take a frontal photo, Naturally, it was less embarrassing.

Imperial Physician Du also gave Zhao Caifeng a recipe list, asking her to cook it for Carpenter Qian according to the medicinal diet on it.Those medicinal meals were basically used to replenish blood and heal wounds. After taking it for a month or two, Zhao Caifeng knew that Carpenter Qian was very tired of the taste, so today Zhao Caifeng specially asked her mother-in-law to boil a pot of chicken soup without any medicine.

Carpenter Qian is a person who rarely indulges his appetite, so he couldn't help but drink an extra bowl of chicken soup this time. Compared with the soup with medicinal herbs, it is really not easy to drink such mellow chicken soup with no additives.Zhao Caifeng didn't like chicken soup very much in her previous life, but she doesn't know why, this ancient chicken soup is very delicious, she also made two bowls in a row, not to mention Yang's, she still needs to nurse children, and she must drink an extra bowl .

After dinner, the family went back to their own rooms. Mrs. Yang packed the food and delivered it to Mr. Yang. Now they live on the same road, and it is only a few steps away. Mrs. Yang insisted on delivering it herself. , Zhao Caifeng did not stop her.

It was getting dark outside, Zhao Caifeng went back to her room, glanced at the picture book that had just been painted and dried, only lit the lamp, and started to work hard.Zhao Caifeng's painting lasted for several hours, and when she looked up again, the lights in the yard had already gone out, and the old man who was playing watch outside had already knocked on the gong three times.Zhao Caifeng only raised her head and shook her head slightly. Originally, she wanted to continue painting, but remembering that this body is not as easy to toss as her previous life, she hurried to the kitchen to fetch hot water, wash and go to bed first.

Early the next morning, Zhao Caifeng only finished binding one volume and sent it to the shopkeeper of Yaxiangzhai. Zhao Caifeng had an idea last night, and suddenly thought of the idiom of perfect clothes, so she wrote on the place where the back cover was signed: Tianyi Pavilion Huashang Customized, and left the address of Fulai Silk and Satin Village below.

(End of this chapter)