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

Quan Silian told me that Li Miaohong was the one who poisoned him.

Quan Silian? The Quan family in the west of the village?

Li Jiaojiao asked him, "Have you noticed anything strange?"

Meng Donglai led her into the courtyard: "These footprints are not mine."

If you go around to the other side, you can see a bunch of messy footprints under the windowsill.

"Looks like you'll have to lock the door properly and avoid staying in the yard alone at night," Li Jiaojiao said, looking at the end of the footprints where they disappeared at the front gate.

The bad guys didn't get in by climbing over the wall.

As it was getting dark, Meng Donglai took her back to the educated youth settlement.

He left in a different direction, not the shortcut home.

Meng Donglai decided to stake out the area near Quanjia.

"Jiaojiao's back?" Li Miaohong walked forward with a smile. "I cooked a sweet egg for you and Shuqin. Come and eat."

"Hmm? Sweet egg? I can't eat anymore, Sister Miao Hong," Li Jiaojiao quickly refused and ran back to her room.

Li Miaohong, holding the bowl, couldn't stop her.

"She won't eat? I will."

Sun Yi, a female educated youth who shared a room with Li Miaohong, grabbed the bowl and ate the sweet egg inside.

Li Miaohong tapped her head: "All you ever do is eat, eat, eat."

"Food is the most important thing for people, what did I do wrong?"

She ate her fill and went back to her room, completely satisfied.

Through the system screen, Li Jiaojiao saw that Sun Yi had finished eating and was lying on the bed with his eyes closed.

"Won't she have been poisoned?"

Tuotuo: "No, host."

Li Miaohong probably wasn't so heartless as to poison her in public, but Li Jiaojiao didn't dare to gamble.

"Okay, keep an eye on things for me. Remind me if Li Miaohong touches any food."

Tuotuo: "Good host"

Meng Donglai hid in a tree near his home.

Nothing strange happened to the family that night; it was just a normal farm life.

When the night hawks came out to hunt, Quan Lanxi went out carrying a thin iron rod and a small bottle.

Meng Donglai followed him from a distance.

The route Quan Lanxi took became increasingly familiar to him; it led to his home.

The whole family lived at the west end of the village, while Meng Donglai's family lived at the east end.

They are quite far apart, one in the east and one in the west, and it takes about ten minutes to walk to his house.

Quan Lanxi first circled around his house furtively.

He even tapped on his window with a thin iron rod.

"Squeak...squeak squeak..." Quan Lanxi imitated the sound of a mouse under the window.

Only after he was sure no one had come because of the sound did Quan Lanxi dare to push open Meng Donglai's wooden door.

"Huh? Locked?" Quan Lanxi gave it another push, and the chains inside rattled loudly. "Damn it, they lock a place where there's nothing there."

He didn't dare to pry open the door for fear of making too much noise, so he circled around the courtyard wall before climbing over it to get in.

Meng Donglai quietly climbed up a tall tree and hid among the leaves to watch what Quan Lanxi was going to do.

Quan Lanxi was strong and sturdy, but not very tall, just as tall as the courtyard wall.

Fearing criticism, Meng Donglai built a relatively low wall, only 1.6 meters high.

The short, dark figure jumped several times before finally managing to grab the top of the courtyard wall.

Quan Lanxi struggled to climb over the wall, clinging to it.

He went straight to the water vat after getting off the wall, without even glancing at anything else.

He didn't come in to steal anything.

Quan Lanxi opened the small bottle he was carrying and poured it all into the water tank.

After doing all that, he didn't leave, but instead hid in the kitchen and never came out again.

It seems they're waiting for him to come home.

Meng Donglai didn't intend to confront him head-on; he wanted to know what was being dumped.

He went to the bamboo forest, found two wild rabbits, and took them to the old Party Secretary's house, telling him everything that had happened in the past few days.

The old Party Secretary sat in the house, smoking his pipe, without saying a word.

The old Party Secretary's name was Yang Zhonghua, a name given to him by his teacher. In the village, everyone called him Uncle Three-Eyed or Grandpa Three-Eyed.

Because he had three dents on his body, caused by the Japanese soldiers.

Why didn't you tell me about something this important sooner?

The old Party Secretary's brows furrowed and remained furrowed for a long time.

Seeing that Meng Donglai didn't say anything, he wanted to take out his pipe and beat him up.

"I haven't had a chance to say it yet."

This time, the old Party Secretary couldn't stand it anymore. He got up from his stool and slapped Meng Donglai twice.

Meng Donglai wasn't stupid. After letting him get hit a couple of times, he started dodging the big opium pipe around the round table.

The pipe was made by Lao Zhu, who cut it down in the bamboo forest, just in case the old Party Secretary broke it.

He not only got beaten up, but he also had to make a pipe again.

At the educated youth settlement, Zhao Shuqin had just finished showering when she came in and was immediately questioned by Li Jiaojiao.

"Did you eat Li Miaohong's sweet eggs?"

Zhao Shuqin shook her head: "I don't want to eat sweet eggs, I don't like them, everyone in the educated youth settlement knows that."

"That day I ate something I shouldn't have and forced myself on Meng Donglai; it was Li Miaohong who did it."

Li Jiaojiao still decided to tell her, "Don't eat anything she gives you."

It would be good to give her time to prepare and to guard against Li Miaohong.

"She harmed you?" Zhao Shuqin's eyebrows shot up, and she looked slightly angry.

"Shh," Li Jiaojiao told her to calm down, "It's right next door."

Zhao Shuqin slammed her buttocks down hard on the bed with a loud "bang!"

She was so angry, but since she couldn't box, she had to express her anger in other ways.

"So what are you planning to do?" she asked softly.

Li Jiaojiao shook her head: "I haven't decided yet, but it won't end like this."

In any case, we should treat people the same way and respond to their hearts.

However, apart from the child Quan Silian seeing it, there is no other evidence yet.

Blindly dragging Quan Silian into a confrontation would undoubtedly ruin this child's life.

"A fox can't hide forever; it will always show its tail eventually. Just wait and see."

Zhao Shuqin also knew that she couldn't bring the child in.

Li Jiaojiao didn't reply; she nervously asked the system in her mind.

Will my fox tail suddenly be revealed?

She had seen the TV series about the White Snake, where the snake's tail scared people so much that they wanted to use magic to suppress it under a tower.

"Huh? Host, let me check." The intelligent brain paused.

It quickly searched the forum to see if there were any examples.

The system reports that its host is a male dog spirit and cannot control himself from showing his dog ears.

Some of the hosts are little mermaids, and occasionally their fish tails will be visible.

Some systems even claim that their hosts are ancient spirits who have never revealed their true forms.

This left the newbie system completely dumbfounded.

The replies to the forum posts were so varied and numerous that it was impossible to keep track of them all.

It had no choice but to use the most basic voting method for calculation.

"Host, it's highly unlikely you'll reveal your true colors, since your physical body has been completely destroyed."

Yes, she doesn't have a physical body, and her tail is all burnt. There's no need to worry about her ending up like the White Snake.

"Having lived as a person for so long, I've forgotten..."

Li Jiaojiao quickly entered her sea of ​​consciousness to check on the condition of her spirit.

She had taken Chinese medicine as soon as she opened her eyes; she had completely forgotten about it.

Before the last small world began, she saw that the spirit had recovered very well.

Now, looking at her spirit form, one can vaguely see some flowing light swirling around it.

She was relieved to hear that "the recovery is going well".

When Sun Yi came out of the shower, he saw Li Miaohong staring blankly at a book.

"What's wrong?" she asked, stepping forward to inquire about Li Miaohong.

The candles weren't cheap, so everyone bought them together. Li Miaohong almost never wasted time reading.