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

Whenever he thought of Jiaojiao and Xu Gaoshan smiling at each other and strolling slowly along the path like a sweet couple, Shen Mingrong felt a dull ache in his heart.

"Jiaojiao, someone's spying on us from behind!"

Li Jiaojiao frowned and looked back irritably. Which bastard was spying on her?

Xu Gaoshan turned his head in a panic and looked directly at the television in front of him.

He hadn't expected Shen Mingrong to be so sensitive. Xu Gaoshan sighed inwardly, staring blankly at the TV series in front of him, unable to concentrate at all.

"Where? Everyone's watching TV?" Li Jiaojiao turned around and asked him.

Shen Mingrong's lips curled up slightly: "Perhaps I'm seeing things."

He thought Xu Gaoshan at least had the courage to face things head-on, but he never expected him to be just a vermin hiding in the gutter.

Shen Mingrong waited for Zhang Chunxin for a while, but when he didn't come, he went to find Jiaojiao.

Niu Dali is very happy with his current life: watching TV, chatting, and collecting and calculating money.

"Dali, why don't you get some rest early tonight?"

When Li Jiaojiao saw the dark circles under her eyes, she knew that she had stayed up late again last night.

Niu Dali listened to her gentle advice, wanted to nod but then resolutely shook his head.

"Today I..."

Shen Mingrong stood beside her: "You don't want to? If you don't listen, we'll find someone else."

"Don't change, I'll listen to Jiaojiao," Niu Dali quickly stood on the other side of Li Jiaojiao.

Shen Mingrong wouldn't offer kind words of advice like Jiaojiao did.

Niu Dali held her hand: "I promise I'll close the shop and go to sleep by 10:30 tonight."

“Then I’ll have Mingrong supervise you. When this headlight switches on its own, you and Xiao Liu must be inside the house.” Li Jiaojiao has been worried these past two days that she might run into bad people if she closes the shop too late.

A very bright white light was hung at the entrance of the convenience store.

The village hasn't had electricity for very long, and the power goes out frequently after 11 p.m., and the electrician has to come the next morning to fix it and restore power.

Before going to sleep, Li Jiaojiao talked to Shen Mingrong about things in the dormitory.

"Once the factory arrangements are finalized, the construction of the dormitory building will begin."

"I've already gone to the construction site to look for them," Shen Mingrong said casually, stroking her hair. "Go to sleep, we can think about these things tomorrow."

"Stop touching my head, I'm not a child anymore," Li Jiaojiao muttered.

Shen Mingrong left only after she had fallen completely asleep.

It's been three days, and she hasn't kicked me out.

Shen Mingrong drew a lifelike fox head in his notebook.

He could never draw anything realistically unless he was looking at a reference. But this fox head was something he had never seen before, yet he still drew it very beautifully.

The news that Zhang Chunxin was sleeping on the floor in the factory spread the next day.

The bold worker asked him, "How long does the boss plan to sleep on the floor with us laborers?"

"Until you move into the new dormitory building," Zhang Chunxin said with utmost sincerity and determination.

He spent the entire morning in his office writing a proposal for building a dormitory building, intending to take it to the Shen siblings for discussion as soon as possible.

He canceled all appointments and personally called each person to apologize. Building the dormitory was the most important, urgent, and pressing matter he had to attend to.

Last night, the workers saw him sleeping on the floor together, and they were all very excited, chatting with him non-stop.

Some people say that when they get paid, they should buy their father rubber boots, their mother a thick coat, and their sister's tuition.

Some people said they were buying supplements for their pregnant wives, while others said they were getting medical treatment for their family members.

He only learned last night that in their rural area, tuition only costs fifteen yuan to buy books, but they couldn't even afford fifteen yuan.

He thought about how, throughout his school years, fifteen yuan was just a tiny amount of money for a snack.

When Zhang Chunxin was writing the dormitory building proposal, he quietly added "school, hospital" at the very bottom.

He envisions a future where the factory grows larger and larger, the workers' children can attend school nearby, and parents and children no longer have to live apart...

"knocking"

"Jin" Zhang Chunxin buried himself in writing the proposal.

The first person to enter was from HR: "Manager Zhang, the village committee people are here."

"Is the wind blowing hard today?" Zhang Chunxin put down his pen and smiled brightly. "Quickly, invite them in."

"Mr. Zhang, did I disturb your work?" The leader of the village committee was Committee Member Guan.

"No, no," Zhang Chunxin said as he turned on the air conditioner. "It's an honor to have you here."

Committee member Guan and the other village committee members started by talking about a lot of other things, until the heat in the office was covered by the air conditioning, and then they began to get to the point.

"I came today to inquire about how Mr. Zhang is resolving the issues faced by those migrant workers. Is there anything I can help with?"

Zhang Chunxin did not intend to tell them about building the dormitory first.

"I rented a house in town, but it's full of people, causing problems for the village, which makes me really uneasy."

Zhang Chunxin didn't know what they wanted to do, so he apologized first.

"Last night, we just had most of the people sleep on the floor in the factory to make do."

Committee Member Guan asked with a slight smile, "I heard that General Manager Zhang also slept on the floor at the factory last night?"

"Yes, they are all workers I recruited. I have to stay with them. It's all thanks to the Shen siblings' idea," Zhang Chunxin said with a nonchalant smile.

Committee Member Guan and the others exchanged glances, understood the answer they wanted, and after exchanging polite words with Zhang Chunxin, they left.

Committee Member Guan, with his hands behind his back, said, "I told you he wouldn't run away. The factory's right here, how could he possibly run away?"

The others chimed in with their own opinions.

"That's right, you can run away from the monk, but you can't hide from the temple."

"Let's go back quickly and tell them why no one slept on the village road last night."

"I wonder what kind of luck Old Jin's village had that allowed those two orphans surnamed Shen to play such a big role," Committee Member Guan said, gazing into the distance in the direction of Shen's small shop.

The others nodded in agreement, saying that everyone who had been there said it was wonderful.

Being able to set up a color TV every day for everyone to watch already puts many villages to shame.

Everyone is excitedly waiting for a free black-and-white educational movie screening once a week, while the people in your next village are already watching color sex dramas for free every day.

Anyone who says they're not envious is just being sarcastic and will slap themselves in the face.

As Committee Member Guan spoke, he also realized that he hadn't memorized the lyrics to the last song from last night, and when he went home to hum the tune and try to write down the lyrics, he couldn't manage to do so.

He suddenly stopped walking and said, "You said those two are orphans, how about we bring them to our village?"

Others: "Good idea, but how do we pull it?"

Committee Member Guan: "I don't know, I haven't thought it through yet, but should I allocate some residential land?"

"They don't seem to lack anything?"

"Never mind, let's talk about it when we get back."

The convenience store has successfully replaced the big tree at the village entrance, becoming the new "Xiahe Village Information Center".

Zhang Chunxin hadn't even arrived yet, but Li Jiaojiao and the others already knew that he had slept on a makeshift bed with the workers at the factory last night.

Shen Mingrong was a little surprised; to have done this much already set him apart from others.

With a puzzled look, Niu Dali asked Li Jiaojiao, "Why isn't he renting houses for the workers like he used to?"