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

During this period, Xiao Liu and Niu Dali were in charge of closing the store.

Because the people in the arcade can stay up so long.

Those watching TV leave by 10:30 at the latest, while those playing arcade games are still engaged in intense battles at 11:00.

Li Jiaojiao couldn't stay awake any longer, and started feeling sleepy after 9:30.

Shen Mingrong demolished Li Jiaojiao's original room.

Three days later, Li Jiaojiao went to ask Shen Mingrong, "Why was my room suddenly demolished?"

By then, Shen Mingrong had already rebuilt the wall with bricks: "Let Xiao Liu and Niu Dali live here."

"You're used to the rooms on the second floor, so don't change them," Shen Mingrong said, his eyes pleading.

Li Jiaojiao raised her chin, like a haughty fox: "Then beg me, and I'll forgive you for acting on your own initiative this time."

Shen Mingrong blushed and said, "Please, my kind and generous Miss Jiaojiao."

"Okay, I agree," Li Jiaojiao said and quickly walked away.

That blush is so alluring.

Now is the time when we need manpower. It's too tiring to make Xiao Liu ride his bicycle back and forth from town every day.

Zhang Chunxin ran back to the factory to find his cousin Liu Jingming.

"We need to hire a cook now and set up a makeshift canteen."

Liu Jingming disagreed: "It's a waste of money, why bother doing this?"

"Go do it." Zhang Chunxin's eyes were deep. He believed everything his cousin said, but after spending time together for a while...

He discovered that his cousin, who was a manager at his father's factory, was all talk and no action.

Zhang Chunxin really didn't trust his cousin, unaware of the importance of the dormitory and canteen to the factory.

No, he knew, but in his narrow-mindedness, he thought it wasn't worth it.

His father worked in three factories in Shenzhen over ten years, with even the smallest factory employing more than two hundred workers.

There is a canteen and dormitories, with meals, accommodation, and clean hot water provided.

"Tsk," Liu Jingming said discontentedly, "Why don't you listen to me? Would I possibly harm you? Let's earn more..."

Zhang Chunxin lit a cigarette in frustration: "Go back to my dad's or mom's. We don't need you here anymore."

“What do you mean by ‘no’?” Liu Jingming questioned him.

"Literally, you should leave. My temple is too small to keep a big Buddha like you." Zhang Chunxin didn't want to argue; after all, they were his relatives.

What a lousy relative, he really wanted to curse him out.

Liu Jingming pointed at him: "Fine, fine, you think you're all grown up now, then fly on your own."

He picked up the phone and called the ticket office, buying a ticket to Shenzhen.

Zhang Chunxin scoffed, "Ha, the same old man's words again."

Not a single light was on in the factory; only the flickering glow of the fireworks in Zhang Chunxin's hand illuminated the scene.

"I refuse to believe we can't do it!"

Zhang Chunxin picked up a pen and wrote a job posting.

After spending the night at the factory, Xiao Liu came to find him, and he wandered around the factory with a flashlight.

The factory was built in a month; it was basically just a slightly more advanced waterproof tin shed.

The ground was paved with ordinary cement, so it didn't hurt your feet when you walked on it barefoot.

The next day he gathered the workers and announced that they could sleep on the floor inside the factory and not go outside.

Starting today, he himself will also sleep on the floor in the factory.

Once the factory dormitories are built, you can live there for free.

Many people come from different places and speak different dialects, but they all care about one thing.

Will there be hot water?

Winter is just around the corner, and many people are coming to the south for the first time from the north.

I don't know if it's as cold here in winter as it is at home.

Zhang Chunxin nodded firmly and said, "It will happen."

The skilled craftsmen who had dormitories in town came to ask Zhang Chunxin for help later.

"Boss, we've been staying in the town's dormitory. Can we move into the factory's dormitory for free later?"

Zhang Chunxin hadn't decided yet: "I need to discuss it with the finance department, and I'll let you know later."

The experienced workers had no choice but to return to their posts and mentor the newcomers.

If sleeping on the floor can get you a free dormitory, then they wouldn't be afraid to sleep on the floor for a year.

The experienced craftsmen cast envious glances at their apprentices.

The town is not far from here, it's not close at all, and there's no bus service; I had to walk the whole way.

The dormitories built by the factory are definitely not far from the factory; they have experience from spending a year and a half in Shenzhen.

The furthest distance is only a ten-minute walk.

After Zhang Chunxin toured the production plans arranged in each workshop and confirmed that the project would not be delayed, he rode his motorcycle to find Shen Ajiao.

He preferred Shen Ajiao to Shen Mingrong.

He always thought Shen Mingrong was cold-blooded, deep-thinking, a bit treacherous, and a pale-faced man, more like Cao Cao in the opera.

Shen Ajiao is beautiful and speaks gently; you can tell at a glance that she is a good person and wouldn't lie to him.

With Xiao Liu and Niu Dali as her helpers, Li Jiaojiao has a very leisurely morning.

The first thing she did after finishing breakfast was to read the "Shuangyan Daily".

The "Dong'an Metropolitan Daily" in the provincial capital arrives later; it's a newspaper that isn't delivered until the afternoon.

As soon as Zhang Chunxin arrived, he saw her and Shen Mingrong reading the newspaper. "No wonder Shen Mingrong's sister is so smart, she's been reading the newspaper so much."

He decided that when he got back, he would clean the newspaper rack and then read the newspaper every day.

The old newspapers have been well preserved, and sometimes children come to look at them and try to read.

He was about to greet Shen Mingrong when his cell phone started ringing.

The factory's HR called him back to the factory because a customer had arrived.

"Brother Mingrong, something came up at the factory. I'll come visit later."

The roar of the motorcycle as it twisted its throttle attracted many onlookers.

Motorcycles are a rarity here.

Seeing her staring at the departing motorcycle, Shen Mingrong looked down and asked her, "Want to ride in one of these?"

"I don't want to, I don't like it," she said, staring at the idea that only transportation was on her mind.

If there are two large factories nearby at the entrance of this village, should we be able to apply for the establishment of a bus stop?

Shen Mingrong was calculating how much money he would spend on a motorcycle when he heard Li Jiaojiao say, "Motorcycles are nowhere near as good as cars."

"It doesn't offer shelter from the wind, rain, sun, or heat, and it's not as comfortable as a car."

Yes, he knew that Jiaojiao, true to her name, wouldn't like such impractical things.

After Shen Mingrong said he wasn't busy, he really wasn't busy anymore. He didn't even need to leave his house for people to come to him.

The tea table in the living room on the first floor has been restored to its state before his injury, with tea being brewed at all times.

The village entrance becomes most lively at night.

After apologizing, Aunt Shen took a small stool and sat outside the crowd to watch TV.

After realizing that no one was chasing her away, she moved forward a little more.

Now that she was completely safe, and no one told her to leave, she eagerly tried to get a seat in the front every day.

Xu Gaoshan's family of four, along with his widowed mother, also watched television every day.

But neither of the women in Xu Gaoshan's family would let him sit in the front.

Xu Gaoshan's wife was afraid that he and Shen Ajiao would rekindle their old relationship.

Xu Gaoshan's mother felt that doing so would be tantamount to bowing down and admitting defeat to Shen Ajiao, and she would never bow down.

His name was like his personality; he was taller than everyone around him, except for Shen Mingrong, who was about the same height.

Even though he was sitting in the back, he could clearly see Shen Ajiao sitting on the other side of the crowd, being cherished by others.

He's just a poor farmer in the countryside now, how could he be worthy of Shen Ajiao?

Shen Mingrong noticed him when he looked over.

"I really want this person to disappear from Jiaojiao's sight completely."