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

Li Jiaojiao joked with her, trying to get away with it.

"Pshaw, don't give me that," Zhao Shuqin's face turned serious. "Didn't you say you were most afraid of the pig feed wilting and losing weight, which is why you went to cut it so late?"

The original owner had the best relationship with Zhao Shuqin.

In the story, after her death, Zhao Shuqin often went to Shanghai to visit her parents.

Tell them about the fun things she and the original owner did at school.

To alleviate their grief.

At first, everyone said that Zhao Shuqin was trying to climb the social ladder.

It was only because the original owner's parents were officials that he went to such lengths to find them.

Those people didn't know that Zhao Shuqin's relatives held official positions far higher than the original owner's parents.

"Tell me, where did you go last night?"

Zhao Shuqin plopped down next to her and glared at her fiercely.

"You've actually learned to lie to me? And what's that mark on your lower back?"

She and Liu Fuhong took their junior high school classmates to visit the military region yesterday.

It was almost nine o'clock when I walked back to school, and I still had to take students who lived far away home.

Exhausted, Liu Fuhong and I put two wooden tables together in the office to make a bed, and I fell asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow.

She had no idea whether Xia Jiaojiao was in the dormitory or not.

If Li Miaohong from next door hadn't mentioned it, she wouldn't have suspected anything.

Xia Jiaojiao always washes her feet and applies face cream before going to bed.

It just so happens that she ran out of her own face cream, while Zhao Shuqin's face cream was new and unopened.

Yesterday at noon, Xia Jiaojiao said she would borrow her face cream that evening.

"Use whatever you like, but not your brand." Zhao Shuqin is usually lazy and rarely uses face cream except in winter.

Li Jiaojiao looked bewildered, but she was inwardly panicked.

"Wow, definitely, she looks like a parent who's furious and disappointed in their daughter for having sex with someone else."

"..." Tuotuo was dumbfounded: "Host, we know that Zhao Shuqin is two years older than you, so she can't be your parent."

Li Jiaojiao: "..." I was just using a metaphor.

Zhao Shuqin's face grew increasingly dark as she remained silent.

"Okay, I'll tell you," Li Jiaojiao relented, "I ate something I shouldn't have last night, and I had sex with Meng Donglai."

Zhao Shuqin's expression kept changing;

I guessed it would be like this in a moment...

One minute she's angry, the next she's annoyed.

Five minutes had passed by the time Li Jiaojiao finished watching her Sichuan opera face-changing performance.

We still don't know who drugged him or why.

Therefore, Li Jiaojiao did not want to tell her that she was the victim.

"Did that bastard Meng Donglai force you?"

This was the first time in her three years here that she had called Meng Donglai, this "black five categories" person, a "dog's offspring."

Almost no one calls him by his name; they just call him "bastard."

Or perhaps they simply wouldn't bother calling him.

Zhao Shuqin's face was terribly pale, as if she would believe that Li Jiaojiao had forced her.

She could grab a knife and rush out to stab someone.

"Shuqin, don't be angry... It wasn't him who forced me, it was me who forced him... I forced him."

Li Jiaojiao was a little embarrassed when she said it.

However, based on what happened last night, it was indeed she who forced him first…

"You forced him?" Zhao Shuqin seemed to hear a language she had never heard before.

It sounds like human speech, but what exactly is being said?!

What did you see in him? Did you force him?

She felt a surge of anger rising in her heart, and she wished she could tear open Xia Jiaojiao's head to see what was inside.

"He's a member of the 'Five Black Categories,' do you know that?"

Zhao Shuqin lowered her voice and said through gritted teeth;

Her voice was lower, but her anger was at an all-time high.

"You're a teacher, about to be named an outstanding teacher, your family is from Shanghai, you have an urban household registration, you're a relative of a revolutionary martyr, and the child of a high-ranking cadre! What! You! Want! To! Him!?"

Li Jiaojiao felt that if Zhao Shuqin hadn't been in good physical condition and young, she would have been so angry that she would have fainted by now.

"Don't be angry, don't be angry, take a deep breath."

She quickly pulled the person to her side and reached out to soothe her breathing.

Zhao Shuqin was just like a pufferfish that was being used to polish shoes and was about to explode with anger.

"It was an accident. I ate something I shouldn't have... and I have to take responsibility for it, right?"

"Hmph," Zhao Shuqin turned her head away and went to sulk.

Her will-o'-the-wisps are now burning fiercely.

If that person bullies her sister, she will make that person pay a bloody price.

But this... it's her sisters bullying her!

"Don't be angry, he'll take his hat off."

Li Jiaojiao had no choice but to share some of what she knew from watching the plot.

Zhao Shuqin was like a puffed-up balloon; after being pricked by her "needle," she immediately began to deflate.

"That's what they say, but I've been wearing this hat for almost ten years; it's not something I can just take off whenever I want."

The two remained silent for a long time, and Li Jiaojiao thought that she was angry;

I told her about her decision. It's better to get angry together than to get angry separately twice, which is such a waste of energy.

"I think I'll be with him in the future, but it depends on his behavior."

"what?!"

Zhao Shuqin's anger, which had just subsided a little, suddenly flared up again, making her so angry that she felt like her skull was about to fly off and hit someone.

"You still want to get married?! You can't get married, you won't even pass the background check."

Zhao Shuqin turned around and punched the pillow with a series of punches, deflated.

What else could she do? She couldn't bear to slap her younger sister's face.

Zhao Shuqin grew up in a military compound. She might not be a smooth talker, but her fists were definitely sharp and swift, making a sharp, whistling sound that was more effective than ten mouths.

Li Jiaojiao silently moved back a little, distancing herself from her...

"If you're with him, even any dog ​​on the street would spit at you."

Zhao Shuqin performed a set of punches, and the ghost fire subsided.

Li Jiaojiao said firmly, "Then I won't be with him." She wasn't one to be bullied.

"Huh?" Zhao Shuqin's mind raced, and she prepared a whole bunch of things to persuade her to give up the idea of ​​marrying Meng Donglai.

After a moment of hesitation, she immediately replied.

"Not...not being with him?...That's fine too. I'll find you someone later, I guarantee you'll be satisfied."

Li Jiaojiao earnestly told her, "If we do something, we have to take responsibility. But if this guy is really no good, we can find another way to compensate him. Don't get yourself involved."

“That makes sense, that makes a lot of sense,” Zhao Shuqin nodded vigorously.

"If he can make my life better than it was in the compound, then I'll remarry."

She couldn't agree to that, whether it was in a military compound or a government compound.

They all share a 100% similarity in that they are all about "the glory of the elders".

Even in the process of inheritance, no one dares to claim that they have surpassed the previous generation.

In his early twenties, he was an orphan, labeled as one of the "Five Black Categories," and despised by those around him, a public punching bag.

Unless he has the ability to ascend to heaven, how could he possibly overcome these decades of arduous progress?

Outside the earthen wall, Meng Donglai listened to everything.

He came to bring her pig feed, because he was afraid that the pig feed would become too light if it dried out in the sun.

He remembered the soap in her cabinet, and he didn't even want to eat. He went to two distribution points and finally bought the soap at a supply and marketing cooperative near the commune.

This Bee & Flower sandalwood soap costs nine cents each, and you also need soap coupons.

This was something he wouldn't have dared to look at before, but now he actually dared to buy it and want to own it.

"Meng Donglai, you little bastard, how dare you!"

He chuckled self-deprecatingly, quietly climbed over the wall, piled the pig feed on top, and left.