The Notre Dame system is arrogant again

Chapter 745

Duan Li burst out laughing, no longer serious before.

"I won't go to hell. With you here, I will go to the land of immortals."

"Cut!" Zhang Xiaohua curled her lips, "Look for yourself, if you don't understand, you're looking for me, I'm going to do something."

Duan Li grabbed her.

"Won't you stay with me?" The voice was so gentle.

Zhang Xiaohua rolled her eyes.

"Are you bullying me when I'm young, knowing that I'm not blessed to be happy, but still teasing me like this, you have bad intentions, you are!" After speaking, he broke free from his hand and walked out.

Duan Li said with a smile.

"A man in our capital city just took a girl as his concubine, and it happens to be eleven this year."

"Beasts!"

"Ha ha!"

Zhang Xiaohua came out, looked into the distance and sighed.

In fact, she didn't think of building the road, because to build the road she wanted, she needed to make cement.

Cement is easy to make, it is found in novels, she remembers it very clearly, but the procedure is a bit cumbersome, burning and mixing.

And this cement can not only build roads, but also do many, many things. It can be said that this is an industrial field, and it has appeared, which is no less than a small-scale revolution.

She didn't want to cause such a big commotion.

It's just that, this year, I heard too many stories about people being killed, and saw too many people being exiled and sold. These are more or less related to Duan Li, and Duan Li is related to her , this relationship is not about whether she likes it or not, but that she saved Duan Li.

If she hadn't intervened, Duan Li would have died long ago, so there wouldn't be so many things involved.

It can't be said that Duan Li deserves to die, but it doesn't feel very good that Duan Li survived and caused the destruction of so many families.

After much deliberation, I thought of building roads and getting cement.

Since ancient times, building bridges and paving roads has been a matter of doing good deeds and accumulating virtue. She hoped that Duan Li would do this to find comfort for herself.

In addition, road construction and cement production can lead to other industries, which can also provide some jobs and give the poor people more options for survival.

Furthermore, good roads can also drive the local economy. If you want to get rich, build roads first. This is not a slogan.

When the economy is prosperous, people are also rich, which is to benefit one side, so why not increase the value of Notre Dame?
During this period of time, the value of Our Lady has not stopped, and now it has reached 50. Most of them are calligraphy and painting stories, as well as punctuation marks. Apart from these, it is those soaps and fruit wines. By the way, there are also sewing machines.

The bike doesn't bring much just yet.

After several years of hard work, this is only a small amount, and it is still far from the amount required to go home. It is false not to be in a hurry.

After all, she is already eleven, and now it is summer again, and she will be twelve in half a year. In ancient times, a twelve-year-old girl should say kiss.

This is a mind-consuming trouble, and she doesn't want to be dragged into it, so she can only earn enough Virgin Value as soon as possible.

Because of feelings and interests, she proposed road construction.

Duan Li didn't read all Zhang Xiaohua's writing until he watched the night when the lamps were lighted.

The above content is not difficult to understand, there are pictures to illustrate, he read so slowly because his mind wandered, and he couldn't concentrate.

After finally reading it, he put it in the box. He looked at the light, was silent for a while, blew it out, got up, looked at the light in the front yard, and walked over.

Zhang Xiaohua was cooking something on the stove, and the strong rice aroma radiated with the heat, whetting one's appetite.

Duan Li sat down.

"Drink some millet porridge at night, eat less pickles, and your stomach will feel better." Zhang Xiaohua said without raising her head.

"Yes." Duan Li replied very well-behaved.

Zhang Xiaohua looked up at him and smiled, then continued cooking porridge.

When the porridge was ready, the two of them ate a bowl with pickles. Duan Li ate three bowls, rinsed the pot with water and drank it.

Zhang Xiaohua was speechless.

"You don't have to do this. I have pigs in my village, and the leftovers and swill won't be ruined."

Duan Li looked up at her.

Zhang Xiaohua hurriedly waved her hands.

"I didn't mean you were a pig."

Duan Li smiled.

"It's okay, I'm willing to be your pig."

Zhang Xiaohua pouted.

"Let's go, go for a walk to digest food."

"it is good."

Duan Li replied very obediently again, and followed her out.

Walking on the path in the field, the moonlight shrouded two people, one tall and one short, leisurely and leisurely.

"You've finished watching, how do you feel?" Zhang Xiaohua said.

Duan Li didn't answer right away. There was a small pool of water in front of him. He squatted down, watched a frog in the grass croaking, turned his head to look at Zhang Xiaohua, and asked softly.

"Do you regret saving me?"

Zhang Xiaohua was startled.

"What do you mean?"

"If you didn't save me, maybe those people wouldn't die, and they wouldn't be so miserable." Duan Li's expression fluctuated, "It's just because of me."

Zhang Xiaohua understands, so let's just say, her intentions will definitely be over-interpreted.

Although she does have meaning in this regard.

"You don't kill Boren, but Boren died because of you. This kind of thing will not only happen to you, but also to each of us." Zhang Xiaohua sighed, "You don't have to pay too much attention to it."

"I don't care, I just care about you, do you regret it?"

Zhang Xiaohua smiled.

"If I want to regret it, you will commit suicide?"

"If you tell me to die, I will die."

Zhang Xiaohua's smile froze.

"This joke is not funny at all."

"I'm serious." Duan Li looked serious.

Zhang Xiaohua also put away her smile and looked at him.

"Then I want you to live, will you definitely live?"

"Do you want me to live?"

Zhang Xiaohua was a little funny, but also a little sad.

"Duan Li, no matter what you have experienced, life and death are all for yourself, don't do it for others. It's not good for yourself or others. People should cherish themselves well."

"I just ask you, do you want me to live?" Duan Li was very stubborn.

Zhang Xiaohua looked at the slightly angular face under the moonlight, and thought of the boy she met back then. He was so handsome, but also so gloomy. liked it.

Yes, she had to admit that she liked Duan Li very much.

Women always like men in suffering, hoping to save this man with their own care, and always hope to use their love to turn the prodigal son back and start a new life. This is the origin of the Virgin Mary.

Also, most women's hearts are soft and kind, and they can't see a man in trouble, regardless of right or wrong, regardless of position, regardless of reason, and don't care about rewards, and use her love to care for that man.

There are many women like this in real life, and even more in dramas. In the past, she dismissed them, thinking they were the best of the stupid.

Now it's her turn. Although Duan Li is different from those scumbags, the essence is still the same. Duan Li is a man who can't bring a future to women, which may be doomed since he was born.

You can't blame him, and because you can't blame him, you love him more.

She never thought that one day she would become the best among the brain-dead!
(End of this chapter)