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

"Do you plan to write a letter to your uncle and aunt?"

Zhao Shuqin subconsciously felt that such a big thing should be told to her parents.

Li Jiaojiao shook her head: "No, you know that when we write letters, both the letters and the letters received there are checked and kept on file."

“That’s true,” Zhao Shuqin said with deep feeling, as she had hardly ever written home.

"But it's not easy for him to shake off the label of being a landlord's descendant."

Zhao Shuqin's concerns were not unfounded.

"He was a landlord from the eldest branch of his family, not his father, grandfather, or great-grandfather."

Li Jiaojiao thought for a moment and decided that she could just write a letter to her parents later.

Meng Donglai's family was separated from his ancestors who were landlords by four or five generations. His family was a collateral branch of the Meng family and only had a small paddy field of half an acre to grow rice.

The real descendants of the Meng family landlords went to join bandits during the land reform period.

Later, the bandits were wiped out, and only Meng Donglai's branch of the Meng family remained.

During the land reform, his family was the first in the village to agree to the land distribution, and the Meng family's paddy fields were top-quality fields.

They took the lead in dividing the land, and other farmers with land followed suit.

Meng Donglai's family divided up their best land, but when they drew lots, they didn't even get a spot on the edge of the paddy fields; they only got the middle and lower-grade land.

Many people in the village laughed at them for being foolish.

Meng Donglai's mother died in childbirth, and his father was swept away by the flood while he was building a dam.

The year his father died, various class struggles began, and he became the only sinner in the Meng family.

Zhao Shuqin knew that Meng Donglai was unjustly accused, but her family members were no different.

She was willing but unable to do anything, and could only let out a long sigh of frustration.

At these times, she would take out the red star hat from the drawer, hug it to her chest, and remain silent.

Zhao Shuqin has a habit of taking a midday nap, and she just asked the question while forcing herself to stay awake.

Once she was sure Xia Jiaojiao could handle it herself, she turned over and went to sleep.

Tuotuo: "Host, Meng Donglai was outside just now."

"I know, he hid it very conspicuously."

Li Jiaojiao's face was directly facing the window, and she had already spotted a small, spiky black head outside the window.

She touched the little thorn last night; it was just the right amount of flexible and didn't prick her at all.

She did it on purpose so that he could hear her.

Last night, in the pitch black with only a sliver of moonlight, all the marks, big and small, on his body were clearly visible.

Those marks were clearly scars from a long time ago.

In the original owner's memories of school, many people were criticized and denounced.

The denunciation meeting was chaotic from beginning to end, with both people and events in disarray. Those who were criticizing the people could beat and verbally abuse them.

Most of the people knew each other.

If you don't join in the criticism and denunciation, you might be reported as an accomplice and become the next one to be criticized and denounced.

Those who stepped down from the struggle session were all disheveled and miserable.

She didn't know how many denunciation meetings Meng Donglai had attended and been denounced.

But he usually keeps to himself, doesn't talk to people, is the first to work and attend meetings, and the last to eat and collect work points.

He never fights back when hit or speaks back when insulted; these are traits honed through long-term oppression.

Li Jiaojiao dislikes his clay-like personality and can't stand that he always has to compromise himself.

Her task for the week was to cut pig feed.

Li Jiaojiao put on her sun-protective apron and straw hat and went out to find pig feed, and also to look for the heartbroken wolf cub who had overheard her earlier.

Meng Donglai's farm work was always assigned to the most remote parts of the village.

Li Jiaojiao went to the back mountain under the pretext of finding new pig feed.

"Teacher Xia, are you going to pick pig feed?"

Many of the students on the road were her former students, who had stopped attending school for various reasons.

These students still greet her as "Teacher" when they see her, and often try to give her a handful of pig feed.

"Yes, go to a more remote place to pick pig feed; there should be more there."

Li Jiaojiao distributed the fruit candies she bought to the children in front of her.

Thank you, Teacher Xia.

Thank you, Teacher Xia.

"Teacher Xia, we were here before dark, you must come back before dark."

The older children warned her that there were still some fierce wild animals in the back mountains.

"Okay, I'll be down before four o'clock." She still needed to take pig feed to register.

She could find Meng Donglai without the system pointing her in the right direction.

His task on the back mountain was to cut bamboo.

After entering the path, rows of small broken bamboo stalks became clearly visible.

Meng Donglai was not far away, swinging his axe at the bamboo. He was wearing a sleeveless T-shirt, his arms exposed, and the veins on his arms bulged as he swung the axe.

The axe swept past with a whooshing sound, and the bamboo fell to the ground with a thud.

There were no unnecessary movements; two thick bamboo shoots fell down with a single chop.

"Wow, this bamboo is so crispy!" Li Jiaojiao suddenly realized that the wolf cub had held back last night.

The original owner had seen others cut bamboo, and it took many cuts before it would fall, with bamboo shavings flying everywhere.

After cutting down a bamboo stalk, he didn't rest much.

He lifted his clothes to wipe the sweat from his forehead and began to cut down another bamboo.

"I saw his abs, he's so fair-skinned." His abs are clearly defined, each one looking incredibly powerful.

Li Jiaojiao silently planned that she would look at her abs on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays, and her pectoral muscles on Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Saturdays.

I never expected Meng Donglai to be so thin when dressed, but so muscular when undressed.

"Cough...cough um," Li Jiaojiao coughed a few times, reminding him that someone was behind him.

Meng Donglai sensed someone standing behind him, but he didn't know who it was.

He was used to keeping his head down while working, and didn't even look up when he heard the sound.

"Meng Donglai, why don't you turn around and look?" Li Jiaojiao complained.

If she weren't afraid of being accidentally injured by the axe, she would have gone straight up.

He stopped immediately upon hearing that it was that person's voice: "Xia...Xia, the educated youth, what brings you here?"

"Can't I come?" Li Jiaojiao leaned closer to him and teased deliberately, "What kind of ordinary relationship do we have? Your way of addressing me is too distant."

"You..." Meng Donglai quickly took a step back: "Don't get so close to me during the day."

After he finished speaking, he quickly looked back at the path to see if there was anyone else.

"Then tonight is fine?" This time, Li Jiaojiao wrapped her arms around his waist.

Wow, that waist is so thin! Li Jiaojiao thought to herself that this waist might be even thinner than hers.

Meng Donglai quickly jumped back; she was really daring.

"You shouldn't casually put your arm around a man's waist."

Fearing that Xia Jiaojiao might do something daring again, he led her deeper into the bamboo forest, to a place with fewer people.

"Xia, what brings you here?"

Li Jiaojiao held his hand: "Don't call me Xia Zhiqing, call me Jiaojiao."

Meng Donglai's eyes were conflicted; he couldn't quite bring himself to call out.

"I don't like you calling me Xia, the educated youth. You know that if I don't like it, you'll be in trouble."

Li Jiaojiao glanced at Meng Donglai's body.

Meng Donglai repeated "Jiaojiao" in his heart many times, but he just couldn't say it out loud.

"Alright, I won't pressure you. I'm here today to ask you about what happened last night."

Although Li Jiaojiao was holding his hand, she was still quite far away and couldn't wrap her arms around his slender waist anymore.