In This Life, I Only Push Joan of Arc

There was also snickering laughter from the side, no need to guess Luo An to know that it must be a small report by the yellow-haired girl beside him.

It's a little different from the French Saintess he imagined.

Loon remembered that he had studied in history class, and had seen the oil painting of the saint, but it was not so beautiful, or maybe his aesthetics at the time were different from those of the French, and now he has become French, so he likes it?

But at least the oil painting at that time was not this beautiful girl with a yellow twist.

But the reality we face now is undeniable.

Jean Dalke, this is the other party's full name. Lon won't forget this kind of character he has specially studied, although he doesn't know it

The person in front of him is not the same character in the story he is studying.

Because his parents joined the army when he was young, he entrusted himself to the other's parents, so in a sense, he and the saint who changed France were childhood sweethearts.And fortunately, the name given by his parents is the same as his previous life, although the surname is different.

He sighed helplessly,

"I'm just thinking about some philosophies of life."

The big man sneered, and at the same time came the girl's voice,

"Uncle North, he just wants to be lazy."

"Let me, I was able to share my lunch with you yesterday. Can't I buy you one time and don't make a snitch! Oh my God, did the god you pray every day teach you to be grateful?"

Because the village of Donremi is surrounded by the surrounding area, the villagers in it are not so relaxed. In addition, Joan of Arc often gives his food to the poor. He has seen the other person hungry many times, and he saved it himself a few days ago. He didn't eat lunch and gave it to the other party. In fact, he felt a little uncomfortable thinking about it.

After all, his food was given to those poor people in disguise.

Hearing his words, the girl seemed to feel a little uneasy.

"For lunch, I can share some with you next time..."

"Bread with your saliva?"

He glanced at the other party and said half-jokingly, the girl's face suddenly turned red,

"I can tear it off by hand."

The big man couldn't stand it any longer. "There are still so many reasons to be lazy. It's not a lie for the girl from the Dalke family to say that you are slick."

Hearing this, Luo An's expression seemed to be greatly hurt. He looked at the girl in surprise,

"Don't tell me, that's what you usually say about me outside?"

He pretended to hold his chest in pain.

"God, my heart hurts so much."

She didn't care about the girl's appearance at all. Rather, she covered her mouth and smiled softly.

"These are all facts, Luo An, you do sometimes make people wonder what to do."

"The saint in history, shouldn't she say with a gentle smile at this time that she will directly help me with all the labor services?"

"You're saying something weird again."

The girl is a little helpless,

"Lon, you'd better hurry up, or your dinner tonight won't be as rich as usual."

"I know, I know."

Desperately waving his hand, he continued to work hard.

The girl on the side looked at him hesitantly and seemed to want to help, but in the end she gave up.

But at this time, someone hurried over and shouted,

"No, those Burgundians are here again! They said that if they don't bring out ten cartons of grain within three days, they want us to look good!"

The two turned to look at them at the same time.

Luo An's expression was even more solemn.

It has been recorded in history that Joan of Arc's village was attacked several times when she was young, and one of them even had a fire, all of which happened before she was thirteen years old, and now she is still one year away from the age of thirteen. .

This time the other party asked for ten carts of food, maybe it was this time.

Damn, how could it be possible to take out so much food in three days, this is obviously just to find a reason to forcefully squeeze it.

There are more than [-] Bokendi people outside. I remember that this group of people also believed in Catholicism in history. I don’t know if Joan of Arc, as the Catholic leader, can influence them with love?

Forget it, love can't fill the stomach, let's think of a way to blow them away.

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"how come."

Compared with Luo An's reaction, Darke was obviously more fluctuated. Her eyes were full of worry.

"Didn't you just come over and ask for it some time ago?"

However, the person who reported it has gone far.

Uncle North groaned, then put down the tool in his hand,