In This Life, I Only Push Joan of Arc

But Jean Dalke listened a little seriously.

"sounds so good."

"Haha, I just borrowed the songs I've heard before."

He said it carelessly, not to develop music and occasionally humming it is nothing.

Speaking of which, Darke's development has been getting faster and faster recently.

He looked sideways at the girl's appearance, and it was her who he said pleasingly to the eyes.

It's a pity that there are no beautiful clothes. I wear this rags all day long, and wash it off after a long time.

And he suddenly felt that Dalke was actually very married.

Although he is illiterate, he can take care of people and do farming. He also learned a lot of cooking methods from him some time ago.

"Luoang, the teams that went out haven't come back yet. We don't know the result yet. Everyone in the village is waiting with anticipation. We can't slack off."

He patted the girl on the shoulder,

"I know you're worried about failure, don't worry, I still have a way, even if this one doesn't work, then I'll go look for the next one, and keep finding it until I can."

The girl smiled reassuringly when she heard his words.

"Is there anything I can do to help?"

"Give me a massage every night, cook for me and do chores."

He thought, anyway, this silly girl doesn't understand, hurry up and practice what needs to be done to become a wife in the future, and then arrange it directly.

I remember that in Europe in the 15th century, the status of women was very low. They would talk about marriage when they were around [-] years old, and they would even send them out when they met good people.

In other words... If I really want to marry her, should I ask Uncle Jacques for it?

That's right, I'll ask him to come over tonight.

After all, I have been working for him for a few years, and recently I have helped the village and asked him to give him a daughter... Not too much, right?

This French saint is so damn charming.

The poor girl still didn't know that she was being targeted by Luo An.

10. Sure enough, I shouldn't expect anything from you

In the middle of the night, in the house of Uncle Jacques.

The two men sat looking at each other, staring at each other.

Uncle Jacques looked sharply at Lon, wondering why this stinky boy ran to his room without sleeping in the middle of the night.

"You don't have a good night's sleep, why did you sneak away from me here?"

Uncle Jacques looked bad, and his body silently retreated a little.

Luo An looked at him so seriously, then bowed [-] degrees and bent his body,

"Uncle Jacques, please deliver your daughter to me!"

"..."

The air was silent for a few seconds. Uncle Jacques, who didn't expect him to say this, was stunned for a while. He looked at each other strangely. After he reacted, he realized what the man in front of him was saying. .

He didn't answer for a while, not because he wanted to refuse politely, but because of another idea.

Because—he originally wanted to match Dalk and Loon.

Unlike modern times, in fifteenth-century Europe, the parents of any family wished their daughters would marry the nobles.

Although Luo An was not a nobleman, Jacques felt that the other party was a person worthy of entrusting his daughter with his performance and knowledge during this period, and the two grew up together as childhood sweethearts.

However, now, these words did not get his turn to say it first, and the other party brought it up.

This is a complete surprise, but Jacques will not refuse, but even so, he still needs to ask Dalke's opinion, he is not those arbitrary parents, he will still be considerate of his daughter.

"Hmph, brat, what does this mean?"

However, although he originally planned to mention it first, but now that the situation has reversed, Uncle Jacques has made a plan, at least to help Darke gain some status in Loon.

He doesn't want to wait until the other party develops well in the future, and then he no longer likes to let Darke become like those corrupt nobles.

"Literally, hehe."

Luo Ang smirked, then straightened up, he walked to Jacques' side and helped him hammer the shoulders, the old man still has to take care of it,

"Look, Uncle Jacques, you have been taking care of me for 14 years, shouldn't it be time for me to take care of you? Your old man is also getting old. Let me help you with the rest."

"Ha ha,"

He sneered twice, knowing everything about this stinky boy,

"To be honest, when your parents handed you over to me, I would have thought that your temperament would depend on who they would fight for in the future. Now I am very pleased that you can live a comfortable life."

"Can live, who doesn't want to live?"

Jacques frowned in displeasure,

"How does it feel like you're saying your parents were not worth fighting for the country."