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

The two searched around but couldn't find their information.

"Jiaojiao, did you hear that sound?"

Zhao Shuqin pointed upstairs.

Li Jiaojiao stopped and listened carefully; it seemed someone was speaking.

"Republic... ten thousand... people, build the nation..."

The two listened quietly for a while before the sounds gradually reached her ears, and only then did she dare to confirm that there were people upstairs.

"School's closed today? Why are people reading quotations?"

Zhao Shuqin gave a wink to someone outside: "Go and take a look?"

“Okay, go.” Li Jiaojiao didn’t even glance at it, not feeling comfortable leaving the things in the office.

They locked the office door again and quietly went upstairs.

The school has only two teaching buildings, one three-story and one two-story.

The offices of the six teachers are on the first floor. What was originally a classroom has been converted into offices.

The sound was coming from the third floor, and it became clearer the higher you went.

When they reached the third floor, they could clearly hear that there was more than one child's voice in the innermost classroom.

"Teacher Liu?"

Zhao Shuqin stood at the door, startling everyone inside.

Her sudden appearance caused the children to instantly shrank under the wooden table.

Liu Fuhong's face turned deathly pale: "Teacher Zhao...Teacher Xia?"

There were three lesson plan books on the table.

Liu Fuhong was also responsible for teaching Chinese, history, and politics; she was almost an all-around teacher.

Li Jiaojiao saw a child under the table who looked familiar.

She didn't answer Liu Fuhong because she was thinking about where she had seen this child before.

"Tell me, why is Teacher Liu teaching students here?"

Behind Liu Fuhong was a blackboard, but she didn't use chalk;

There was a bucket of water nearby, and she dipped her hand in the water to write on the blackboard.

When Zhao Shuqin asked her a question, the blackboard was still wet.

Liu Fuhong pursed her lips but didn't say anything.

"You're the child who was on the balcony before," Li Jiaojiao remembered.

She walked up to the child and pulled her out.

Seeing her movements, Liu Fuhong nervously took a step forward.

The child's clothes looked like they hadn't been washed for days; they were dusty and covered in mud.

There were several patches on the clothes.

"It's me, don't call me my aunt."

Fearing they would blame Liu Fuhong, the child hastily revealed their relationship.

Liu Fuhong lowered her head and pulled the little girl to her side.

Zhao Shuqin looked at the other children who looked somewhat familiar and roughly knew what was going on.

"Teacher Liu, are you really not afraid of ruining your future?"

These children are all from the "Five Black Categories".

They teach these children right here at the school.

When Zhao Shuqin said this, she understood that Zhao Shuqin meant she wouldn't report her.

Liu Fuhong said with some grievance, "I can't think of anywhere else where I can quietly teach them to read."

They're already miserable enough; if they can't even read, isn't marriage the only option left for them?

Liu Fuhong was unwilling to give up, and she was determined to fight even at great risk.

Li Jiaojiao and Zhao Shuqin exchanged glances.

"Where is the farm warehouse?"

Liu Fuhong shook her head: "There are still people patrolling there."

"What if someone comes?" Li Jiaojiao asked the child.

The child didn't speak, but pointed out the window.

"Jumped from the third floor?" Li Jiaojiao couldn't believe it, so she went to the window to look.

Liu Fuhong explained, "No, I jumped to the second-floor balcony before jumping."

What's the difference? Li Jiaojiao frowned: "What if something goes wrong?"

The child, head down, said, "No, we didn't jump wrong."

The pile of rice straw outside the wall was collected and stacked by them.

Zhao Shuqin also went to the window to look: "Then how did you get in? Did you climb over the wall?"

The other two children also came out from under the table and stood next to Liu Fuhong.

When Zhao Shuqin asked, they all nodded in unison.

They were filthy, with short, clump-like hair; you wouldn't recognize them as little girls unless you looked closely.

"I know a secluded place where I won't be discovered."

Li Jiaojiao thought of Meng Donglai's place deep in the bamboo forest.

Liu Fuhong grabbed her hand, her eyes full of expectation: "Really?"

She knew it was risky, but she had no other choice.

Liu Fuhong is a local from Heming Commune. She is familiar with everyone she goes to, so she can only take her niece to the school to teach them to read and write.

Her brother and sister-in-law were both labeled as rightists and sent to the grasslands of northern Xinjiang, where they could not even see each other.

The whole family relies on her teacher's salary to make ends meet, and her mother is paralyzed in bed and needs medication year-round.

These children can't even go to school.

They lived in a large compound allocated by the government. They had been reported by their neighbors once for teaching at home, so they had to hide outside.

"But I need to ask the owner of that place first," Li Jiaojiao said, not giving her a definite answer.

Liu Fuhong smiled and nodded: "Okay, as long as you don't report it."

Zhao Shuqin's expression was somewhat unpleasant: "We're not that bad people."

"Don't climb over the wall, use the main gate."

Liu Fuhong looked somewhat bewildered: "Which way?"

Li Jiaojiao called Grandpa Cui into the office: "Master Cui, shouldn't the light bulb in this office be changed?"

Grandpa Cui took his reading glasses and followed her inside.

Zhao Shuqin and Liu Fuhong stood outside the office door, blocking the view.

The three children rushed out of the school and ran home as fast as they could.

They rushed out of the school gate like any other mischievous student, wishing they were the fastest ones out there;

But Zhao Shuqin hopes that one day, these three little girls will truly be like ordinary students.

"Hey? Teacher Liu is back." Grandpa Cui turned on the light bulb and saw Liu Fuhong, who hadn't been in the office.

"Yes, I just went to the library to look for some information."

The office door was locked when we were moving things in.

Grandpa Cui thought she had left while he was using the restroom.

Seeing that her nieces had successfully escaped, Liu Fuhong made an excuse and left as well.

Li Jiaojiao and Zhao Shuqin were unpacking packages in the office.

The reason the package was so big and heavy was that Xia's parents had mailed her a lot of clothes, dried meat and beef jerky, two cans of milk powder, and smoked sausages.

Zhao Shuqin said enviously, "Your uncle and aunt are so kind; they still care about your food and clothes."

Unlike her father, who always had a sour face, she received money and tickets from him and was told to buy them herself.

I won't write her any sweet or mushy letters like "I miss you" or "Take care of yourself."

"Don't think I don't know, Uncle Zhao sent you dried mutton and a lot of tickets."

Li Jiaojiao could never forget the letter she kept in her pocket.

Zhao Shuqin had a bicycle ticket, but she didn't buy one because she didn't want to attract too much attention, and besides, walking to class wasn't too far.

“Even if you give it to me, I can’t spend it,” Zhao Shuqin said, not wanting to spend the money the old man sent her at all.

Her father must have saved up for a long time and managed to save it all for her.

Zhao Shuqin's family consists of only her and her father. Her mother passed away when she was five years old due to a recurrence of an old injury.

"Who ate all that dried mutton?"

Li Jiaojiao's eyes darted around, avoiding her gaze: "Then I'll give you the beef jerky."

"Go away, go away, you eat it yourself. This beef jerky will make my teeth as sharp as wolf fangs."

Zhao Shuqin was genuinely afraid of her beef jerky.