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

It has returned to where it belonged.

As long as the little fox was safe, Tuotuo didn't ask any more questions and flew to the virtual computer to process information.

Liu Weiguo was being guarded by soldiers, while Ding Wu was on the other side. The two of them knelt in the courtyard, waiting for the parents to return.

Both Liu's and Ding's parents were waiting for Liu Qianyu to wake up at the hospital.

While the Liu and Ding families were still at the hospital, the entire compound knew about the beastly things Liu Weiguo and Ding Wu had done.

Ding Xiangfu, Ding Wu's father, said: "Old Liu, we've been comrades for many years, and I feel terrible about this. Let's discuss their marriage once Xiaoyu wakes up."

"Hmph, marriage?" Zheng Xiuxiu's face darkened. "I'm going to send both of these beasts to jail!"

The people present looked solemn, and one of them was their own son...

Zheng Xiuxiu is so heartless.

Liu Runquan pulled her to the hospital stairwell and whispered, "Things have come to this point. Marriage isn't a bad choice. Don't be stubborn."

Zheng Xiuxiu remained silent, still thinking about how to retaliate.

"Are you really going to ruin this family, Xiuxiu?" Liu Runquan shook her. "Wake up!"

"If this matter can't be resolved peacefully, do you think you're avenging Qianyu?"

The two remained silent until a nurse's voice came from the corridor.

"Is the family member of patient 207 here? The family member of patient 207?"

Zheng Xiuxiu took a deep breath: "I want Ding Wu to marry into our family."

Hearing that she didn't intend to make a big fuss, Liu Runquan felt a huge weight lifted off his shoulders.

"I'll go talk to them," Liu Runquan said, wiping the cold sweat from his brow. He had been a leader for so long, but this was the first time he had ever broken out in a cold sweat.

After entering her daughter's hospital room, Zheng Xiuxiu deliberately kept her distance, standing opposite the Ding family and Liu Runquan.

Li Jiaojiao wrote a withdrawal application, which Pan Ci kept in his hand for two days before finally calling her over.

"Commander?" Li Jiaojiao called out to Commander Pan, who was reviewing documents.

"You're here? Please have a seat." Pan Ci personally poured her a cup of hot tea.

"This is something we discussed with our superiors, and we've decided to hire you as an instructor."

Pan Ci handed over a document.

I'll consider it and then give the team leader an answer.

"You agree..." Pan Ci thought for a moment, "If you need to consider it, that's fine too. Just give me your answer as soon as possible."

This is considered a promotion. Without any prior experience, Xie Weijiao got this document entirely through her own abilities.

Pan Ci watched her departing figure, completely puzzled. Shouldn't a normal person be overjoyed, their eyes shining as they immediately agree?

The cultural troupe was housed in a three-story building. The first floor was the auditorium, the second floor was the practice room and classrooms, and the third floor was the offices of the instructors, the troupe leader, and the political commissar.

Li Jiaojiao could be seen from the second floor of the regimental commander's office.

Recently, her upcoming wedding and plans to move out of the dormitory have drawn a lot of attention.

Only those who have left the Youth League or the military would move out of the dormitory.

"Could it be that Commander Pan called her in for a talk and asked her to voluntarily retire from the army?"

"How could that be... Even if she didn't participate in the assessment, she would definitely be retained, it's just that she might be transferred to a permanent position."

"how do you know?"

“My aunt worked in a cultural troupe in the Soviet area. There were people there who were like that, and they were transferred to some kind of public institution position.”

When Li Jiaojiao came out quickly, she was carrying a document.

"She came out, and why is she holding some documents in her hand?"

"I can't see clearly, I'll go ask around in Class 1 later."

"What are you asking about?" Ning An heard someone say that Xie Weijiao had also walked to the window.

"Monitor..."

They were caught slacking off, and the group looked very guilty.

"Speak up, what do you want to know?"

"It was that girl from Class One who came out of the regimental commander's office with documents in her hand. We were wondering if the commander was planning to ask her to leave."

Ning An said coldly, "Mind your own business. You're not even in the same class. Go back and practice your voice."

After driving the people away, Ning An stood by the window with a cold expression, arms crossed, looking out.

Didn't the previous instructors all want to keep her? Commander Pan must be out of his mind to let Xie Weijiao go.

Ning An frowned slightly and decided to go to her aunt's house that evening to sound her out.

After returning to Class One, she didn't participate in vocal practice, but instead pondered her next plan.

She didn't want to stay in the performing arts troupe anymore. Every day she practiced her voice, she had to perform from time to time, there was an assessment every quarter, and she also had to respond to calls to train her physical fitness.

Yesterday, while looking for an apartment, I passed by a children's palace that was hiring vocal teachers, and Li Jiaojiao immediately thought that she could open a vocal class.

Teaching only two classes a day and then leaving get off work, with a basic income, is much easier than working in a performing arts troupe.

"Class monitor... Class monitor," the students in the class called out to her.

"What are you thinking about? You seem so engrossed." Wei Anle pointed downstairs: "Look, that handsome chef is here to bring you some snacks again."

"How come you're even more greedy than me?" Li Jiaojiao could tell at a glance that this guy wanted to eat again.

"Class monitor... Class monitor Jiaojiao~"

"Alright, stop whining, I'll go get it right now."

He Jiaping held two lunchboxes in his hand: "This is yours, and this is for you to share with the others."

"I know, you bring me lunch every day, how could I not tell the difference between the lunchboxes?" Li Jiaojiao glared at him.

"Wait a minute," He Jiaping said, taking out a stack of things from his pocket, which were wrapped tightly in cloth.

“This is the money you gave me,” He Jiaping said, putting the money into her pocket.

Holding two lunchboxes, Li Jiaojiao couldn't refuse: "Why not?"

"I asked Yao Xiaobao, are you still trying to raise money?"

They wanted to rent a storefront to open a restaurant, and planned to set up a stall near the movie theater in the evenings.

“But…” He Jiaping hesitated, his hands clenching into fists.

My grandfather said I shouldn't spend my wife's money, or she'll run away.

"Pfft, haha!" Li Jiaojiao laughed out loud. "If I wanted to run away, even if you didn't spend my money, you couldn't stop me."

"Here, take the money. Consider it my investment in you."

"Investment? What is investment?"

He Jiaping dropped out of junior high school after only two days and went home to work; no one taught him any business principles.

"It means I give you money, you use it to make more money, and then you give me back the money you've made."

Li Jiaojiao smiled slyly: "This money will keep making money, so you have to keep giving me money."

Taking advantage of his current lack of understanding, Li Jiaojiao quickly tried to deceive him.

"Okay, it's like a hen laying eggs. From now on, all the eggs in the house are yours—no, I mean money."

"Pretty much, you get the idea."

He Jiaping took the money, and only then did Li Jiaojiao return to the cultural troupe.

Although Commander Liu allowed him to continue serving as a cook, he was a man who could never be trusted, and He Jiaping was paving the way for his own escape.

"Hey hey, the class monitor is finally back!" Wei Anle led the cheering.

She watched the whole thing from the window.

"Class monitor, your smile was so sweet just now, you must have charmed the handsome chef!"

"You're so good at talking!" Li Jiaojiao opened the lunchbox and stuffed the yellow millet cake into her mouth.

"Sweet, sweet, sweet! This rice cake is so delicious! I declare it's even sweeter than your smile just now!"

"Is it sweet? Class monitor, I want a piece too. I'll trade you some yogurt skin from home."

Hearing that there was something delicious to eat, everyone gathered around.

Unlike 30 or 40 years from now, actors don't have to diet to get on stage.

Nowadays, people believe that "being able to eat is a blessing."