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

The original supply and marketing cooperative did not use this door. After Granny Shen took over the shop, Shen Mingrong found a blacksmith in town with whom he had a good relationship to assemble a roller shutter door from scraps.

The reason it's described as being pieced together is because the main body of the roller shutter door was salvaged from scrap metal by Shen Mingrong.

Roller shutters are much safer than the old wooden doors that were packaged piece by piece by the supply and marketing cooperatives.

In addition, Shen Ajiao had studied in the provincial capital for half a year, and with her quick thinking, she painted the roller shutter door white, making it look much more upscale.

It was then renamed "Everyone Comes to the Department Store".

It has attracted many people from the surrounding area, not only villagers from Xiahe Village, but also people from neighboring towns who like to come and see this department store.

Looking at the white roller shutter door stuck above her head, Li Jiaojiao felt a little scared. "Tuotuo, what does this door look like?"

A quick scan revealed: "The door is made of a mixture of iron and aluminum."

"Tsk tsk, don't you think this looks like a large-sized ancient guillotine?"

After thinking for a moment, unsure which response its host preferred, it tentatively replied, "Host, this door doesn't look like a dog's head."

With a cold face, Li Jiaojiao clicked to block the system. She felt a sense of powerlessness, wanting to grab the system's ear and shout "What do you mean by 'similar'?" but unable to do so.

Tuotuo stared blankly at the black screen.

It simply couldn't grasp the abstract meaning of the guillotine the host was talking about.

She really wanted to replace it with the kind of glass door that would be commonly used 20 years from now, so that she could easily push it open and get in.

Li Jiaojiao unblocked: "Tuotuo, I seem to remember a lot of things that happened in the last world."

"I'll check, host, please wait a moment."

This was the first time Tuotuo had encountered such a situation, and it even had to send a report to its supervisor to inquire about it.

When Shen Mingrong was about to find his way back on his own, Li Jiaojiao saw him.

Hold my hand tightly, I'll take you back to the yard.

Hearing that she didn't seem to be disgusted with him, Shen Mingrong became bolder: "I'd like to sit here in the shop."

Li Jiaojiao: "Okay, then I won't go back. I'll go get a chair."

Following the original owner's memories, she first counted the change.

Shen Mingrong: "No outsiders have entered the shop today, so we don't need to count the money."

Li Jiaojiao was stunned. The original owner counted money at least three times a day to guard against Shen Mingrong and his brothers.

It seems so; she felt that Shen Mingrong's brothers had ulterior motives for opening the door for her.

So every morning when she gets up, she checks the inventory and counts the money in the cash register to make sure nothing is missing.

"Huh? What outsider? I just like money."

Fearing he wouldn't believe her, she added, "Counting money makes me happy. Counting money makes all my worries disappear. Money is my source of motivation."

Could it really not be what he thought? Shen Mingrong vaguely felt that she was somewhat different from usual.

Not long after the shop opened, people started coming in one after another.

"Mr. Shen, could you weigh out half a pound of brown sugar for me?"

A regular customer, as was his habit, greeted Shen Mingrong as he entered: "I made some money working in the city this time, all thanks to your introduction!"

Shen Mingrong's eyes were half-closed; an uninformed person would only think he was dozing off.

Li Jiaojiao immediately called out to him, "You want candy, right? Here, don't call him."

The regular customer nodded, only realizing after he left that the scene inside the store was quite different.

Usually, it's his sister, Boss Shen, who's always dozing off there.

It's strange today, things have actually turned around.

When he got home, he learned that Shen Mingrong had an eye problem.

"Mr. Shen, I'd like a box of tooth powder."

"Boss Shen wants one pound of soy sauce and half a pound of vinegar..."

"Mr. Shen..."

Almost every customer calls out to Shen Mingrong when they enter the store.

When it was lunchtime, Li Jiaojiao used an iron hook to pull down the roller shutter door and went home to eat and rest.

After working for two hours, her arms were aching terribly: "Why did everyone call you first instead of me?"

Shen Mingrong smiled and said, "After a while, they'll get used to me not being able to see them and they'll all call for you."

"I'll get used to it," he told himself silently.

Li Jiaojiao pouted: "What good habit is there? Your eyes will get better."

"I hope so," Shen Mingrong thought with a hint of disappointment. He had never been this useless before, not even in his memory.

Before him lay not only darkness, but also the forced pause button on his life.

"What are you daydreaming about? Eat your food. This time I'll feed you so you won't eat air anymore," Li Jiaojiao said, shaking his arm.

Seeing that he reacted, she picked up the bowl and said, "Ah, open your mouth, it's banana and chicken congee, cooked until very soft and delicious."

The porridge was just the right temperature when it entered my mouth; it wasn't too hot.

The banana shreds from the raw bananas weren't bitter at all in the porridge; they perfectly neutralized the greasiness of the chicken and added a touch of sweetness.

Shen Mingrong: "It's delicious."

"Eat more if you like it," Li Jiaojiao chuckled. "I think it's delicious too. It was cooked by Niu Dali's mother."

It turns out she really did go to see Niu Dali that morning.

My stomach and intestines, which had just been warmed by the porridge, were also feeling a little warm in my heart.

Both Li Jiaojiao and the original owner of this body had the habit of taking a nap: "Let's go upstairs and take a nap."

Shen Mingrong nodded, and Li Jiaojiao helped him upstairs.

The old-fashioned alarm clock was made of iron, and the material was very solid. The sound was so powerful that once the big-bellied alarm clock started ringing, it seemed to shake the sky and smash the earth.

No matter how sleepy Li Jiaojiao was, she couldn't fall asleep anymore.

She sat on the edge of the bed, staring blankly at the alarm clock;

"I really want to throw it out the window and let it keep ringing; this alarm clock would definitely hold its own against the annoying cicadas."

Li Jiaojiao got up with a belly full of resentment.

She sat on a recliner in the shop, and almost fell asleep again with her eyes closed.

The afternoon sun was scorching, and unless they had something particularly important to do, most villagers stayed under the big trees or visited each other's homes.

Aunt Shen went to her own brother's house; she was one of the few in the village who hadn't married out of the village.

"Brother, you have to help me. Those two from my aunt's family are getting more and more outrageous, especially Shen Ajiao. You have to help me teach her a lesson."

The one being called "brother" was Shen Sanbao, who was smoking his precious pipe made from a ten-year-old bamboo.

Aunt Shen was so anxious she almost tried to snatch the chimney away: "Brother, say something!"

Shen Sanbao, however, had other plans in mind: "Is that outsider really blind?"

In private, no one in the Shen family would call Shen Mingrong by his real name; they would all call him "Outsider," and Shen Ajiao would call him "Outsider Girl."

Aunt Shen was also somewhat puzzled: "She must really be blind; I haven't seen her yet."

If the villagers hadn't told them, the Shen family wouldn't have known that Shen Mingrong had gotten into trouble.

Shen Sanbao put down his pipe: "I'll talk to my elder brother later. We need to come up with a plan. We can't let outsiders take over my aunt's things."

"Then hurry up and do it," Aunt Shen said, somewhat confused, but her brother meant he would deal with Shen Ajiao.

When she got home, she still had to think about how to fool her husband.

Her husband also likes to buy local tobacco from Shen Ajiao's shop. If the price really goes up, he might get really angry when he gets back.

Aunt Shen remembered something and went back to find her brother: "After you've taught her a lesson, remember to mention something."

"Tell her to give her cousin-in-law some discounts in the future. Who else would profit so much from their relatives like that?"

"Hmm," Shen Sanbao hummed through his nose, indicating that he understood.