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

Little Fatty mumbled, "It was given to me by Xia... Xia's brain."

"Teacher Xia gave you this candy?" Meng Donglai pointed to the candy wrapper.

All the children nodded.

"You have some too?" Meng Donglai asked dejectedly.

The children nodded again: "Teacher Xia gave it to us yesterday afternoon."

"Oh, go have fun."

Meng Donglai went into the bamboo forest to weed with his head hanging low.

He wasn't the only one to receive the candy, and he even received it at the same time as everyone else.

The more he thought about it, the more annoyed he became, so he simply picked up an axe and started chopping bamboo.

The cut bamboo doesn't need to be taken outside; a special cart will come and haul it away.

The village chief is the one who brought the cart today.

"Didn't Donglai say that we wouldn't be cutting bamboo today?"

The village chief was a middle-aged man in his prime, but it was still quite a struggle for him to haul away two days' worth of bamboo.

"It's better to cut it first; things will be easier tomorrow," Meng Donglai said, concealing his agitated thoughts.

He and the village chief pulled together from both sides to drag the cut bamboo to the threshing ground.

"I heard from the commune that some 'black five categories' have had their labels removed in the capital..."

The village chief wanted to talk to him about this to cheer him up.

Meng Donglai interrupted him: "Village chief, just leave it here when we get there. This matter is still a long way off. I'm going to have breakfast."

"Hey..." the village chief tried to stop him: "Come to my house for a meal."

By this time, even the porridge in the cafeteria had been licked clean by dogs; there was nothing left to eat.

Meng Donglai waved and left without turning back.

He dared not stop, nor did he dare listen to the suggestion to remove his hat.

From childhood to adulthood, he no longer hoped for it.

The old village party secretary walked out from the nearby pile of rice straw: "What's the use of talking to him now? It's not even close to happening."

"Uncle Three-Eyed, you know me perfectly well," the village chief realized he had been too hasty.

With a "humph," the old village secretary walked away, his pipe dangling from his lips.

There were more than a dozen children in the village who didn't go to school. They loved to surround the old Party Secretary and ask him to tell them about his heroic deeds of fighting the enemy when he was young.

"The old hero, the old hero has arrived!"

There was a group of children picking up grains of rice by the threshing ground.

The village chief couldn't stand their shouting: "Hey! Who are you people? You should be calling the Party Secretary, you know that!"

What old hero! Heroes never grow old!

The children's expressions immediately changed, and they hid behind the old Party Secretary, not daring to utter a sound.

The old Party Secretary ignored him, who was holding up his long opium pipe: "Let's go, let's go kill the enemy!"

"Ugh! Let's go, let's go!"

Three-Eyes really liked these kids because they weren't afraid of their arms being blown to pieces by munitions.

Twenty years have passed in the blink of an eye. The wounds on my body have healed, but I can never be as good as I was before.

The last child who wasn't afraid of his wounds has grown up now.

"Jiaojiao, wake up."

Zhao Shuqin dragged her out of bed.

They had to walk to the supply and marketing cooperative, which took at least an hour. If they arrived late, the state-run restaurant would only serve cold dishes and rice.

Li Jiaojiao, her eyes still half-closed, asked groggily, "What's wrong, Shuqin?"

"Get up now, or you won't get any food today!"

There's no food to eat!! This startled her awake.

Last night she dreamed that she was in this little world, where she would not have enough to eat or wear.

She comforted herself that it was just a nightmare.

Li Jiaojiao quickly got up and got ready, and Zhao Shuqin pulled her out the door.

Li Miaohong stood at the door and asked, "Where are you planning to go?"

"Go to school to get your things, then you don't need to save lunch for us."

Li Jiaojiao spoke first, then grabbed Zhao Shuqin and ran away.

Now, when she sees Li Miaohong, she feels like she's staring into the eyes of a venomous snake.

Zhao Shuqin gasped for breath: "Run...run for what?"

"Didn't you say you wouldn't make it to dinner?" Li Jiaojiao stopped and was also panting.

"You don't need to run there, it's just that there's no good food."

"Then let's walk there. It's good to have something to eat."

Li Jiaojiao has only eaten two meals here, and she hasn't shown any signs of being a picky eater.

There was absolutely no food for her to choose from.

Don't like it? Then go hungry.

"Fine, can we choose the world?"

Li Jiaojiao decided that in the next world, she would go to a small world where there was no shortage of food.

Tuotuo: "A suitable host"

It was already 12 o'clock when I arrived at the supply and marketing cooperative, just in time for lunch.

"Braised pork belly, stir-fried shredded pork, braised tofu..."

Li Jiaojiao ordered a bunch of meat dishes.

Zhao Shuqin asked her in confusion, "Where did you go to make your fortune?"

"I haven't gotten rich, but I just feel I can't treat myself badly," Li Jiaojiao thought to herself as she ate meat, tears welling up in her eyes.

How come she never noticed before that these greasy meat dishes were so delicious?

The two of them spent a total of five dollars and two cents.

"I want to eat like this again next time," Zhao Shuqin said with a satisfied look.

It's definitely enjoyable to eat to your heart's content.

The two of them split the money, which was less than three yuan each, and Zhao Shuqin felt it was a good deal.

"I'll come again tomorrow."

Zhao Shuqin immediately shook her head: "No, I can't afford it. I can only eat it once a week at most."

She didn't intend to take advantage of her good friend; no one's money comes from thin air.

Li Jiaojiao remembered there was still one person: "Alright then, I'll eat by myself tomorrow."

It's not too far from where I have class tomorrow.

As the busy farming season approached, the commune moved all school holidays to Saturdays.

The students were sent home to help with chores, and Sunday was a public holiday, so everyone went to the fields to help.

With two groups of people on holiday separately, there's no worry about not having anyone to keep the farm work busy.

The supply and marketing cooperative in the commune was the largest, but it mainly dealt with products needed for production.

There's not much about food, drink, and entertainment.

"Why did you buy so much candy?" Zhao Shuqin asked in surprise. She didn't like candy but still bought three jin (1.5 kg) of it.

"Rewards for people," Li Jiaojiao thought of children and wolf cubs.

Of course, it's mainly for wolf cubs.

Li Jiaojiao also bought the moisturizing cream and soap that the original owner used.

Zhao Shuqin bought some winter clothes, which she wanted to send back to the capital.

Thick coats are actually cheaper in the south than in the north.

Li Jiaojiao accompanied her to the post office.

"Teacher Xia, Teacher Xia, there's a letter and a package for you."

The children of the post office staff went to school in the commune and knew her.

"It's so heavy!"

It was sent to her by her parents.

"There's so much stuff, let's go to school, unpack it, and bring it back in batches."

Zhao Shuqin helped her carry the other end of the package.

They had no idea how much stuff was inside, as it was quite difficult for the two of them to carry it.

Even during holidays, Old Cui would stay at the school.

"Teacher Xia, Teacher Zhao, what brings you here?"

He quickly got up to help them carry their packages.

This package is almost half a person tall.

"There's a lot of stuff, so we need to store some in the office and take it with us in several trips," Li Jiaojiao said to him with a smile.

"Please keep an eye on things, Master Cui."

"There is a lot of stuff," Old Cui said, knowing that they had all come on foot and certainly couldn't carry it all back to the village.

She gave him an apple.

"No, no, no!" Old Cui refused, "It's my duty to guard the gate."

He refused to accept it no matter what she said, so Li Jiaojiao had no choice but to give up for now.

The office door was locked. Old Cui helped them carry it to the door and then went back to guard the main gate.

"Hey, why is there some missing information?"

Zhao Shuqin is responsible for teaching mathematics, and she organizes materials every day.

"Mine too, and I'm even missing one book."

Looking at her workstation, Li Jiaojiao hesitated to put her things there.