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

Shen Sanbao lowered his head and smoked, and in the swirling smoke, he recalled Shen Mingrong's wolfish eyes.

"Cough cough," Shen Sanbao, the old smoker, was caught off guard and choked on his smoke.

A few years ago, two wolves came down from the Woodcutter Mountain in the west. Shen Mingrong killed them with his bare hands. He saw it with his own eyes, and ever since then, he has always walked with his head down in front of Shen Mingrong.

Anyone who has witnessed him kill a wolf with four or five punches dares not speak loudly in front of him.

"Heaven has eyes! It's a shame such a bully was blinded by evil!"

Li Jiaojiao was bored in the shop when she suddenly thought it would be nice to have Shen Mingrong sit there too.

She could look at his face without restraint, watching the sunlight fall on his sharply defined features.

"Boss lady, a package from the city," the postman said, carrying a large bag of things in.

Li Jiaojiao happily accepted the bottle, saying, "Thank you for your hard work. Here's a bottle of ice water for you."

She took out a bottle of mineral water from the refrigerator.

The postman grinned and said, "It's no trouble at all. Next time I have a package for you, I'll bring it first."

"Alright, take care, Uncle Liu."

Li Jiaojiao was happy to exchange something for this convenience.

She ran upstairs with the things and handed them to Shen Mingrong.

"Don't let the darkness defeat you. This is Braille. Learn it quickly; the shop is waiting for your help."

She shoved the things into his hands and then hurriedly ran off to look after the shop.

Instead of sitting idly on the second floor as before, Shen Mingrong started learning Braille from scratch.

Shen Ajiao specially asked the nurse to find the Braille in the city. She bought it no matter the price and left 100 yuan for the nurse.

The package the postman just gave me had an extra thirty dollars in it; it must have been returned by the nurse.

"Hey, isn't this my cousin-in-law?"

A group of men walked in, chatting and laughing.

When Lin Pei heard her call him that, his heart skipped a beat, and he had a bad feeling.

The men stood in front of the cigarette rack, which contained boxed cigarettes, hand-rolled cigarettes, and loose tobacco.

Lin Pei didn't have much money; he only planned to buy some local tobacco.

The others either had jobs in town or worked for others in the city, and had some spare money, so they bought locally rolled cigarettes.

"Brother-in-law, yours is the same as theirs."

Lin Pei's hands trembled as he pulled out his money, forcing a smile as he asked, "Has the price of this local tobacco gone up?"

Li Jiaojiao looked worried: "Yes, the price of local tobacco has gone up a lot."

With so many people watching, Lin Pei couldn't bring himself to say no, and hand-rolled cigarettes weren't very durable, so after thinking for a moment, he reluctantly paid the money.

At worst... at worst I'll just smoke a couple less puffs.

They could make their own tobacco by hand, but it wouldn't taste as good as the store-bought kind. The tobacco they make themselves is raw, with a lot of smoke and a weak flavor, which is really bad.

Lin Pei walked home dejectedly, a hint of sadness in his eyes; the price increase of local tobacco had deeply hurt him.

If the customers who came later were the same few familiar faces from the morning, Li Jiaojiao would find all sorts of reasons to raise the prices.

"Oh? You want vinegar? We're out of local vinegar, but you'll have aged vinegar, it'll cost three cents more than usual."

Three cents? Three cents is enough to buy more than half a pound.

"Soap? The cheaper soap we had before was already reserved. This one's fifty cents more expensive."

A soap that costs 50 cents? And it's so small?

"We're out of cornmeal, how about flour? It'll cost an extra six cents."

White flour it is, how about you give me a discount of one cent, Shen girl?

The original owner disliked being called "Shen Yatou" the most.

"No, that old hag said you've hidden a lot of money, you don't need this much."

The old man opposite him instantly yanked up his droopy eyelids, his swollen lower eyelids turning bright red: "What? That old woman said that? She's really gone mad!"

The old man didn't bother to haggle; he paid, grabbed his things, and hurried home.

He was panting heavily just moments before, but immediately became energetic and lively.