The Notre Dame system is arrogant again

Chapter 670 Questions and Answers
Mrs. Zhao looked at her little girl, her face became thinner and more delicate, she patted her head curiously, and bent over to sit down.

"Don't lie to mother, how can you, a child, think of those words!"

Zhang Xiaohua sighed, finally admitted what she did once, and was questioned.

"Mother, you are really astute, it was the elder brother who said it, okay?"

Zhang Xiaohua was too lazy to say anything, and directly pushed it to Zhang Daniu.

"When did Da Niu know?"

"I knew it a long time ago, I don't know."

Mrs. Zhao immediately believed what her son said, and stopped asking. Seeing Zhang Xiaohua's appearance, she gave her a push.

"Little child, speak well!"

"Mom, let me talk about it!"

"Why don't you talk about it, look at your appearance, you are so yin and yang, let me tell you, you go out to work, don't learn some messy things outside!"

Zhang Xiaohua had no choice but to sit upright.

"Mom, is this okay?"

Mrs. Zhao was barely satisfied, and continued to ask.

"What else did Daniel say? Why did he tell you this?"

The man became more and more unreliable, Zhao also slowly shifted his attention to his son, and then found that his son was very good, he had never disappointed her, and he relied heavily on him.

Only this time it's different.

Zhang Xiaohua looked at Mrs. Zhao.

"What are you looking at, tell me!"

"Mom, what do you mean? Do you think what I said is wrong?"

"That's right!" Mrs. Zhao snorted, "You spend money without earning a penny, what kind of big-tailed wolf!"

Zhang Xiaohua couldn't help but said.

"Big Brother didn't spend the family's money on his studies."

"He just reads, he doesn't eat or drink! He reads when he was born, it's not because your father and I raised him, he grew up to be a little wolf cub, with his elbow turned outward." Zhao Shi said angrily.

"What exactly is Mother trying to say?" Zhang Xiaohua was puzzled.

"I..." Mrs. Zhao opened her mouth and was discouraged, "I'm so angry with you that I don't even know what to say." After thinking about it, he said, "It's just what you said, is your uncle as good as you say? ? Going out to do things, it is easy to earn a few taels of silver, just like your uncle, what can you do, can you be a master for others! And you!"

As Zhang said, she stretched out her index finger and poked Zhang Xiaohua's forehead.

"Your elder brother told you, so let's talk about it. Why do you say it! We will help you if you say it! What will we do then!"

Zhang Xiaohua looked at Zhao Shi in shock, forgetting that her forehead hurt from being poked.

She thought for a long time and asked seriously.

"Mom, what's wrong with you, you seem to be very scared, why don't you want to help my uncle?"

Mrs. Zhao was dumbstruck by the little girl's confession, and sighed.

"How can I help? The family has no money. The last time your father and your uncle looked for that liar, you got the money. Where are you going to get the money now? If you take it out, it will only be in vain." The voice at the end was low down.

Zhang Xiaohua said.

"Mother, you can't think like this. Although you have to plan for the bad in everything, you have to think about the good results."

Mrs. Zhao's current mentality has developed from one extreme to the other. Originally, she used all her strength to support Uncle Zhang's education, and pinned all her hopes on Uncle Zhang. As a result...

This string was broken, and coupled with her influence, she had such an attitude when she encountered this incident.

Sure enough, Mrs. Zhao said angrily.

"What a good result! I've been supporting your uncle for so many years, thinking of a good result, but what about the result?" Mrs. Zhao spread her hands, "This is the result! Fortunately, the result is not good!"

"Mom, even if it's not good, and you don't want to help, can you say no? Can you stop my father? No way? If you can't, then don't say such things. It won't do you any good if you help me." , what do you say mother?"

Mrs. Zhao stopped talking, looked into the distance, and said for a while.

"But what about the money, where can I get it?"

"Mom, don't worry about this..."

"Why don't I worry about it?" Mrs. Zhao became irritable again, "I don't have any money, can I borrow it? It's more than 1000 taels, and if it's evenly divided, it will cost dozens of taels. This means that there are many relatives who borrow. If there is less, it's 100 taels per person. More taels, more than 100 taels, why pay it back!"

The more Mrs. Zhao talked, the more excited she became, she sprayed Zhang Xiaohua all over the face with her spit powder.

"When you owe so much debt, it's time to tell your eldest brother and second brother not to go to school, or you will be betrayed! You two idiots!"

As he spoke, he poked Zhang Xiaohua's forehead fiercely.

Zhang Xiaohua wiped her face, then touched her forehead.

"Mother is right, it is indeed possible."

At least Boss Zhang will do such a thing, she thinks, although Boss Zhang is okay with the children, he doesn't beat or scold, but once the parents and brothers are in trouble, like what they are doing now, maybe they will do it. The matter of sacrificing children.

And in ancient times, parents had the right to sell their sons and daughters, otherwise there would not be so many stories about girls who were sold into brothels by their parents and boys who were sold into wealthy families.

More importantly, they don't think it's wrong, but right.

Zhao was taken aback.

Zhang Xiaohua laughed again.

"But mother, isn't this what you thought! It hasn't happened yet."

Mrs. Zhao didn't go on talking, after all, this topic is not good, and it is easy to alienate the relationship between the child and the father.

"Mother, don't worry, there must be a way for the car to reach the mountain, and there is another village in the shadow of the willow!"

"What kind of flowers and willows? It means that the boat will go straight when it reaches the bridge. If you don't know what to say, don't be silly!" Mrs. Zhao rolled her eyes.

Zhang Xiaohua giggled.

"My mother is still educated, and she speaks in a different way."

"Stop talking about those weird words! Let me tell you, you're a little girl, not the same as Big Bull and Erniu. They're boys. You can't learn what they can say, you know?"

Zhang Xiaohua exaggeratedly surprised.

"Mother, culture means that a person has knowledge, that is, he can speak the words of a scholar, and it is a compliment. I just praised you. This is not a strange thing."

Mrs. Zhao waved her hand, not arguing with her about it.

"Also, in the future, you don't care about adults' affairs, and don't say those things in front of adults, that's not good!"

Zhang Xiaohua was puzzled.

"Mom, what's wrong?"

"What do you think, this is going to spread to see which family dares to take you!"

Zhang Xiaohua cut it.

"Who cares about it!"

"You son of a bitch! It's still rare, is that a rare thing! Little girl's life is not important, the important thing is to marry a good man, marry a good man, if your reputation is bad, you won't find it Good man, you know!"

Zhang Xiaohua said in surprise.

"What will happen if you can't find a good person?"

"Well, you just wait and suffer!"

Zhang Xiaohua shrank her head.

"Then I still can't find it."

"What stupid things are you talking about!"

"Then you say that if you have a bad reputation, you won't be able to find a good person, and if you can't find a good person, you will suffer. Then I don't want to suffer, so I won't look for it!"

"Damn girl, I know I'm mad at your mother!"

In the room, Boss Zhang was lying on his back on the kang, staring at the beams, listening to the voices of Mrs. Zhao and Zhang Xiaohua outside, wondering what he was thinking.

After a long time, he sat up, reached out his hand to touch something, but he didn't know what to touch, and then touched his mouth. At this moment, he really wanted to have a cigarette pouch like Zhang Qingshan, so he could take a few sips, and at the same time he also understood Why did Zhang Qingshan always carry a cigarette bag, as if he couldn't smoke enough.

Man, there should be a cigarette pouch...

He was a little distracted.

(End of this chapter)