The Wenhao system helped me become a killer

Shen Wenjiao stared at Jian Xingzhi blankly. Did this mean that Jian Xingzhi had also suffered losses in this regard before? Wow, Shen Wenjiao's eyes lit up and she instantly had some gossipy thoughts.

"Well, tell me about it?" Shen Wenjiao looked at Jian Xingzhi in a flattering manner. Her purpose was too obvious, and it was obvious that she was waiting to hear gossip.

Jian Xingzhi looked at Shen Wenjiao, whose mood changed so obviously, with a slight smile on his face. She was really a child! However, it was okay to talk about this kind of thing briefly. In the current chaotic situation, it was always better to be on guard.

Just like Zhang Ruolin downstairs, if it wasn't for teaching this girl a lesson, he would have taken action first! However, everything is still under his control now. If the boy lives a peaceful life, he can still pretend not to know.

Thinking of this, a hint of murderous intent flashed quickly in Jian Xingzhi's eyes, so fast that Shen Wenjiao, who was waiting for him to gossip, didn't notice it.

"One of my former teachers spent all his money to set up a school." Thinking of this, Jian Xingzhi smiled nostalgically. That was the easiest time for him. He had three teachers who were devoted to him at home, and his school was full of classmates who worked hard together and shared the same ideals.

Although it is just a primary school, it almost illuminates the entire future of these children.

But people are like this, and their desires are insatiable. Even if the teacher wants to help all promising students as much as he can, he is a human being, not a god, and money is limited after all. He can only provide limited resources to students with better grades. As a vested interest, Jian Xingzhi can't say much.

But even this fair way of handling things still caused some people to have other thoughts. A little bit of kindness will be rewarded, a big bit of hatred will be repaid, this is the eternal ending of the story. Sometimes good intentions are not rewarded, and no one can stop it.

Those students who did not receive continued funding actually did something as crazy as burning down the school. The fire not only destroyed the teacher's years of work, but also put an end to the hopes of many other students.

Jian Xingzhi still remembers the heartbroken expression on the teacher's face as he faced the blazing fire. It was a kind of sadness and resentment that came from having his ideals not understood and ruined.

"Brother Jian, how is your teacher now? Have those bad students been punished?" Shen Wenjiao was more concerned about the kind-hearted teacher. After all, there are actually quite a lot of patriotic educators like him in this era.

Although not everyone is as dedicated as this teacher, there are many bigwigs who have a long-term vision. (During the Republic of China period, there were many patriotic scholars and businessmen who opened schools and factories. Many people knew that children are the future of the motherland. Therefore, many people in the Republic of China were just trapped in the unclear situation and did not have a clear goal. In fact, everyone's vision was still very long-term.)

As for the bad guys? Shen Wenjiao still hoped that evil would be punished, and that such guys who harmed others without benefiting themselves should be taught a lesson.

"Teacher, he is still running the school. It is sponsored by his friends. Students nowadays don't have as good a school life as we did. After graduation, they have to work in factories to pay back their tuition. It's good this way. It's a one-stop service. The school can also run longer. As for those few people, who knows!"

Jian Xingzhi casually described the subsequent developments, including how much effort he put in. At the same time, that was also the first time he saw blood. It didn't feel good to kill a classmate with his own hands. Even though he knew in his heart that the other party was indeed a heinous criminal and not a good person.

Shen Wenjiao stood in the warm woods, with the wind blowing through the branches above her head. The sunlight filtered through the layers of branches, leaving mottled shadows on the ground and on her body.

Jian Xingzhi looked relaxed, chattering about the people or things he met at school, and the whole person felt relaxed.

Only then did Shen Wenjiao realize that Brother Jian was only 21 years old. In modern times, he would be a college student. Maybe he could even be a school idol because of his excellent grades and outstanding looks!

"Is it worth it? They are so mean. We are helping them out of kindness, even risking our lives, but in the end we are bitten back. This is so frustrating!"

Shen Wenjiao thought of the large number of traitors and puppet troops during the Anti-Japanese War. She still couldn't figure it out, just like many people don't believe it now. How could the Japanese have the courage and ability to invade our country when there are so few people?

With just a few people, wouldn't it be easy to drive them away if everyone united? To be honest, this is why the Kuomintang still did not organize a comprehensive anti-Japanese movement even though Japan had already occupied the three northeastern provinces and established the puppet Manchuria Empire. Of course, it cannot be denied that they wanted to have a unique voice in the country and deliberately ignored the growing anti-Japanese voices.

"Haha, why think so much? You will sleep forever after death, so why do you need to sleep every day now? I am doing my own thing, but I have to be more careful to protect myself. I don't ask for anything else, just to have a clear conscience."

Jian Xingzhi remembered what his teacher had said, and now wanted to say it to this confused little girl.

"The world is so beautiful, there must always be people working hard to make it better. Sooner or later, we can all stand up straight and speak equally."

Shen Wenjiao thought of the advantages of modern life compared to this era, not only in the improvement of living conditions, but also in the sense of peace of mind. Even if the whole society still has some inevitable shadows, it is generally positive and promising.

"I know how to change "Daughter Village". I have to reorganize the front. The original idea is too simple and not attractive enough. Humph, if people have never seen the true beauty, how can they work hard with a goal in mind!"

Shen Wenjiao clapped her hands and said firmly, no matter how well a Utopia-like daughter village is described, women living in this overall environment will not be too moved. After all, they have become accustomed to the numb life accumulated over time. Most women have such ideas and thoughts. Even Miss Xu, who is a bit rebellious, still wants to get married and have children, thinking that this is the best destination for a woman.

Jian Xingzhi smiled and clapped his hands, "Well, that's a good idea! But, you've already written more than 100,000 words, right? Are you willing to throw it all away?"

Jian Xingzhi's words were like an arrow piercing the clouds and hitting Shen Wenjiao's heart. It hurt so much~