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

Today I spent my time shopping and taking the train.

Li Jiaojiao almost fell asleep standing up while taking a shower, so she went upstairs to sleep with her eyes half-closed.

Shen Mingrong was watching her from the living room on the first floor.

She felt a mix of joy and worry. She was happy that she instinctively went upstairs, but worried that she went to the guest room on the second floor.

She neither returned to her original room on the first floor, nor did she mistakenly go to his room.

It's okay, we're already halfway there.

At least she herself went up to the second floor and entered his territory.

At least he has already combined her room and the living room, so she won't be able to go back downstairs to sleep when she wakes up.

Li Jiaojiao slept soundly until dawn, when the free-range chickens, ducks, and geese began patrolling the village and singing loudly.

She brushed her teeth and washed her face, then quickly ate the breakfast that Niu Dali had brought her.

Niu Dali has rented out all her land to others, and she only needs a small portion of the harvest.

Only a small plot of land was left for her mother to manage herself.

Li Jiaojiao helped her with chores in the shop and paid her some wages.

This ensured that Niu Dali wasn't worried at all about not having any work in the fields or going hungry.

"Let's go find the village chief."

Jin Youde had just finished cleaning the pigsty and was taking a nap at his desk.

Li Jiaojiao: "Village Chief, Village Chief, are you there?"

She called from outside, and Jin Youde called from inside, "Coming, coming!"

He's someone who can never find a moment of peace; he's destined to be a workaholic.

"Village chief, I'd like to rent some land."

When he came out, Li Jiaojiao quietly moved aside. Where did the village chief go? Why does he smell so foul?

Jin Youde frowned slightly: "Renting land again? Didn't your family just buy land around the Spring Festival?"

Shen Mingrong wanted to expand his warehouse, so he bought a small plot of land of about 60 square meters behind the Shen family's house.

"The store has been getting a lot of customers lately, so we're thinking of expanding," Li Jiaojiao said with a smile.

Jin Youde wasn't unwilling to generate income for the village, but he still advised, "How about we postpone it?"

"Village chief, there's a reason I'm expanding my shop. The newly opened hardware factory next door will definitely attract more people."

Li Jiaojiao wasn't planning to tell anyone about Shen Mingrong's idea of ​​setting up a factory in the village.

Mentioning the hardware factory in Heping Village only made Jin Youde feel more uncomfortable.

Upon hearing that the idea was to make money from the hardware factory in the neighboring village, Jin Youde disregarded everything else and readily agreed to the expansion of Shen's convenience store.

At the lowest price in the village, Li Jiaojiao got a space of about 40 square meters next to the convenience store.

The location is settled; now it's just a matter of building a metal shed and a fence to create a makeshift arcade.

The small iron shed was completed in two days with hammering and tinkering.

With the four arcade machines there, the store finally felt much emptier.

Because of these new and interesting things, many people in the village like to come here to watch others play.

Li Jiaojiao brought out her 21-inch color TV from home, and there were people in front of the convenience store all day long.

Even those people didn't care about the scorching afternoon sun; they would come to watch TV despite the heat.

Since she had already moved the color TV out, there was no way she could move it back, so she had no choice but to ask Shen Mingrong to make her a sunshade to block the sun from the TV.

People will find a cloth to cover themselves when they're drying in the sun, but televisions won't find a cloth on their own when they're drying in the sun.

Shen Mingrong also helped her weld an iron frame and put the TV on the 1.5-meter-high frame.

This way, people behind can also watch TV, and no one will block the entrance to the convenience store.

Seeing that more and more people were gathering in front of the convenience store, other convenience store owners couldn't sit still any longer.

They all strolled over to Xiahe Village to visit the Shen family's small shop.

You wouldn't believe it until you see it; what village store has such a setup?

You won't find another arcade shop in the whole town that sells color TVs, and it's rare even in the city.

Many who were planning to imitate this business have had their convenience stores shut down.

Because of this small shop, the people of Xiahe Village became more united than ever before.

When you go to town and ask which village they're from, they all proudly say they're from Xiahe.

Everyone knows that people in Xiahe Village have free color TVs and a very cheap arcade.

Aunt Shen has been having a bad time lately because of her strained relationship with Shen Ajiao.

The villagers didn't like to get too close to her either.

She came to see Shen Ajiao early this morning with rice flour that she had just made yesterday.

"Shen Ajiao, Shen Ajiao, are you there?"

When Li Jiaojiao saw it was her, she turned around and tried to leave.

"Don't go, this is for you. I apologize, I'm sorry, this is an apology."

After saying that, Aunt Shen ran away.

Li Jiaojiao handed the heavy bag of rice noodles to Niu Dali.

"Let's use the money Aunt Shen gave us as an apology gift to make something delicious."

Niu Dali took it: "She wouldn't have poisoned it, would she?"

She doesn't have the guts.

Just to be on the safe side, Niu Dali first made some vermicelli to feed the gray pigeons she bought to make soup.

Shen Mingrong has been busy these past few days, not only dealing with things that were delayed before, but also searching for his enemies.

Every day after opening the shop, Niu Dali would carefully move the color TV onto the shelf.

When closing the store, move it back inside and lock it up.

This color TV was bought by Shen Mingrong last year. The original owner disliked it because it was bought by Shen Mingrong and never opened it to watch.

Shen Mingrong, on the other hand, had neither the time nor the interest to watch television.

This precious treasure, which others could only dream of, sat gathering dust in the Shen family's living room for a year.

Li Jiaojiao doesn't like watching this color TV because it's not as clear as Tuotuo's.

The pixels on this TV look like they're viewed through frosted glass.

In the evenings, villagers would bring their own small stools and gather in the open space in front of the shop to watch the latest TV series.

The village chief watched the show while humming along to the theme song.

Lately, everyone who goes out speaks highly of their village; even the village committee from the neighboring Heping Village doesn't come up to chat with them anymore.

After the hardware factory opened, there were indeed many more people, but the public security situation also became somewhat chaotic.

Many of those involved in fights and brawls, or those who cause trouble, are beyond the control of the village committee, who cannot persuade them to stop.

Outsiders can't understand the Cantonese they speak, and they can't understand the local dialect spoken by outsiders.

They often have small arguments that escalate into big fights, with arguments and even physical altercations.

Moreover, some outsiders, having no houses to live in, sleep naked on the ground in the village roads.

For a time, the villagers of Heping Village were so frightened that they dared not go out at night.

I was terrified that in the pitch-black night I might accidentally step on something that I didn't know was a head, a foot, a hand, or some random part of the human body.

In less than a week, the town's police officers were so exhausted that they didn't want to keep running back and forth anymore.

A guard post was set up in Heping Village, and five or six police officers were assigned to guard it day and night.

The owner of the hardware factory was not a mature, successful middle-aged businessman, but Zhang Chunxin, the son of a wealthy Hong Kong businessman.

I met Shen Mingrong at the train station, and after five sentences, I decided to listen to Shen Mingrong's advice on where to open a factory.

Zhang Chunxin was waiting for Shen Mingrong with a worried expression.

These past few days, the biggest difficulty he's faced in running this factory isn't a lack of money, manpower, or orders.

Instead, there were no dormitories or canteens, and the workers had to live outdoors in the open, exposed to the elements. If something happened, they would have to come to him for help.

Zhang Chunxin had just come out of the police station to cooperate with the investigation into the missing worker.