A fast-paced transmigration story set in a historical fiction era: The fox spirit is enjoying happin

After riding her bicycle for a while, Zhao Shuqin didn't want to walk anymore.

"I need to bring my ticket to buy a bicycle tomorrow too."

Li Jiaojiao nodded: "Okay, then we'll ride our bikes to class together."

After getting married, Li Miaohong was completely reduced to a tool.

She helps out with everything, big or small, for the whole family.

Quan Lanxi hit her even more often than before, and even used a red-hot iron rod to burn her.

"Sun Yi? Why are you the only one here?"

Li Miaohong took some time today to come to the educated youth settlement.

Jiaojiao and Shuqin went to town to play.

Sun Yi said with envy, "I wish I had a bicycle."

"What bicycle? Does anyone have a bicycle?"

She hasn't been to the educated youth settlement for many days.

"Jiaojiao, she bought a new bicycle."

A flash of jealousy crossed Li Miaohong's eyes: "When did she buy it?"

"After the day you held your wedding banquet, right?" She wasn't sure, but she saw the car the day after she returned.

"Sister Miao Hong?"

Sun Yi shook her slightly: "Sister Miao Hong? Your Si Lian is at the door."

"I understand," Li Miaohong said, suppressing her impatience, and walked out.

She only asked her after she had led Quan Silian away.

"Why did you follow me here?"

"Mom told me to come and see where you went, sister-in-law, I'm leaving now," Quan Silian ran towards her playful companions not far away.

All he does is spy on her all day long!

When Meng Dong arrived in Bao'an County, the first thing he did was not to visit the old Party Secretary's comrade-in-arms.

He went to the newly built county government building and looked at the bulletin board outside.

Go to the electronics factory owned by a Taiwanese businessman that is under construction, as indicated on the notice board.

"Hey bro, you're here for a job interview too, right?"

There were many other people squatting on the curb like him.

Meng Donglai shook his head: "I can't pass the political review, I can't get in."

"Hey, who cares about the 'Five Black Categories' here? My dad's a rich peasant, but I still got a job in this factory."

The man looked proud and was not bothered by his identity.

"Is nobody going to do anything about it?"

It was the first time he had met someone like this, so he couldn't help but continue the conversation.

"They do regulate it, but these factories are foreign-invested enterprises, and they're usually too busy meeting deadlines to handle everything, so of course they won't hold them back on these approvals."

Meng Donglai gave him a cigarette, which made the man even happier.

"Brother, the world is much bigger than you think, don't take this hat too seriously."

No wonder the old Party Secretary invited him to come and see this place; it's really this open-minded.

He went to the dock and saw people rowing to the other side, and even swimming.

The local bully, Cui Ming, approached him and asked, "Hey! You've been watching here for so long, want to go to Hong Kong? Just pay up."

"Just a few hundred yuan will do, and I guarantee you'll have a job once you land."

Several men with fierce eyes followed behind Cui Ming, clearly difficult to get along with.

"I don't have much money, I just came to take a look. I'm also thinking of renting a place nearby, do you know anyone who can recommend one?"

The person behind Cui Mingchao winked at him: "Come with me. Don't even think about reporting us, or you'll be going in with a white knife and coming out with a red one."

They took Meng Donglai to a low-lying shantytown.

Everywhere there were iron sheds and mud houses.

"Here, it's 1 yuan a night to stay here."

It wasn't cheap. Meng Donglai pulled out a few cents from the sole of his shoe and made up a dollar for Cui Ming.

Cui Ming pulled out a dagger and threatened him again: "If our people find out you reported me, you'll be in big trouble."

Meng Donglai planned to stay here for the night and then go to the factory to wait for work the next day.

Cui Ming walked out the door; he had only come to ask because the person looked unfamiliar.