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

"It's nothing," Li Miaohong said, burying her head in her book. "My eyes are tired."

There was only one candle standing on a large table outside the educated youth settlement.

The candlelight was weak, flickering weakly to illuminate the words on the book.

At the home of the old Party Secretary,

Meng Donglai and he each sat on one side, and only when the old Party Secretary was tired from running around could the two of them sit down and chat peacefully.

"What are you going to do?"

The old Party Secretary, wearing a thin gray shirt, went to his desk to look for documents.

Meng Donglai did not have the habit of smoking; he quietly drank his tea.

"Look, here's Xia Zhiqing's file."

The old Party Secretary found a brand-new file folder and placed it in front of him.

The file folder landed lightly on the table without making a sound.

The old Party Secretary urged, "What are you standing there for? Hurry up and look!"

After a moment of silence, Meng Donglai opened it.

Yang Zhonghua's cloudy eyes were filled with regret and pity.

Meng Donglai looked up and saw it.

He had seen that kind of look many times when he was a child and was already immune to it.

This time, however, it pierced straight into his chest, causing him inexplicable pain in his heart.

"In her family, her father was a high-ranking official, and her mother was a university professor."

Yang Zhonghua said in a heavy tone: "Clear away and hide all those things you shouldn't be thinking about."

This was the second time he had heard these words.

"I'll go to university; I'll be good enough for her."

He had already made up his mind: if so many people can go to university, so can he.

“Stubborn again,” the old Party Secretary tapped him on the head.

If university were so easy to get into, those educated youth who spent their days reading books would have already flown to the skies.

I can still study late into the night like I do now.

Everyone thinks that the path everyone takes is the safest and easiest to walk, and the easiest to reach the destination. In reality, the more people on the same path, the harder it is to reach the destination.

Countless people get off the train midway, then buy tickets and get back on, or never get on at all and just watch the travelers go by.

The old Party Secretary had a treasured radio, which he loved to use to record the important events of each day.

Do you know how many people took the exam last year? How many of them went to university?

"More than five million people, but less than three hundred thousand can go to university."

If this were a real battlefield, with over five million people dying, it would be a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood filled with a red mist.

Meng Donglai kept his head down and didn't say anything; the old Party Secretary could tell at a glance that he hadn't listened.

"I'm not stopping you from being with Xia Zhiqing."

The old Party Secretary also hoped that his wish could come true, but now it's like a toad trying to fly—no way.

Meng Donglai glanced at him and waited for him to speak.

"I'll write you a letter of introduction. Go travel around to other places, preferably the beach near the British port."

He has old comrades-in-arms there, so he can go and broaden his horizons with some security.

According to the news on the radio and the letter from his comrade-in-arms, something was going to be implemented to make up for it.

Bao'an County is going to undergo a big change.

"Can I go?" Meng Donglai immediately perked up.

He knew perfectly well that if he wanted to be with Xia Jiaojiao, he had to seize every opportunity to climb the social ladder.

"As long as you go and remember to run back, that's fine."

The old Party Secretary went to look through letters sent by his old comrades-in-arms: "It's this Shekou Commune in Bao'an."

"I want to go after the busy farming season; there's still plenty of work to be done in the village."

Meng Donglai was thinking about Xia Jiaojiao's farm work quota.

The old Party Secretary tapped him on the head: "I can't even find you a lazy one!"

If only those lazybones in the village had Meng Donglai's awareness.

"Come on, let's go to your house and see that beast in human form."

The old Party Secretary picked up his old buddy and loaded two bullets into it.

"Let's go, we don't need him," Meng Donglai said, taking away his old, worn-out companion and unloading the bullets.

Yang Zhonghua looked at his old partner with longing in his eyes.

He just had an intense urge to play.

When they passed by the village chief's house on the way, Meng Donglai also invited him along.

The village chief and the village party secretary were waiting at the entrance when Meng Donglai climbed over the wall and landed silently.

In a place that should have been quiet and peaceful at night, a sudden snoring sound came from somewhere.

I thought he was so promising, but he's asleep.

Meng Donglai no longer bothered to conceal his aura and went into the kitchen, directly forcing the person out.

The village chief and the village party secretary were dumbfounded. How could someone break into someone else's house, do bad things, and still sleep soundly?

They wanted nothing more than to wake him up and ask, "How could you sleep like that?"

When Quan Lanxi woke up, she found herself bound hand and foot, like a giant rice dumpling.

In the firelight, the faces of the three people in front of him looked so terrifying, just like the Black and White Impermanence and the King of Hell from comic books.

"What...what are you going to do?"

Meng Donglai pressed him down in front of the water vat.

Before asking questions, think about what you've done.

"I didn't do anything, I just woke up here."

Quan Lanxi looked at the black water and instantly sobered up, but he didn't forget to make excuses.

It was dark and no one could see what he did.

This was poisonous water with a huge amount of pesticide poured on it! Quan Lanxi tightly closed his eyes and mouth.

"If you don't tell the truth, I'll soak you in this water tank."

To him, Meng Donglai's voice was like a demon coming to claim his life.

He immediately opened his eyes: "Village chief, old Party secretary, are you just going to watch this brat bully me like this?"

The village chief said nonchalantly, "This is just ordinary water. It's a small water tank; you won't drown if you soak it overnight."

It won't drown him, but it will poison him.

Li Jiaojiao tossed and turned in bed, unable to fall asleep.

Zhao Shuqin is memorizing the key points in her book.

Thinking of the scene of Li Miaohong being bullied, and the fact that Li Miaohong had always been very gentle in the original owner's memory, she was the confidante big sister in the educated youth settlement.

Another point is that the original owner's memories do not contain the reason why Li Miaohong and Quan Lanxi got married.

"Shuqin, why did Li Hequan get married?"

They were still studying outside, Li Jiaojiao asked in a very low voice.

Zhao Shuqin leaned in and whispered, "I heard from the villagers that she fell into the pond and was rescued by Quan Lanxi. That man touched her all over, so she married Quan Lanxi."

"Really?"

Li Jiaojiao was a little skeptical.

"I don't know, that's what the villagers say," Zhao Shuqin said, unsure.

It wasn't that no one in the educated youth settlement had asked Li Miaohong about it, but Li Miaohong always said it was "free love".

Over time, no one asked anymore.

"Why isn't Jiaojiao studying with us?" Zhao Shuqin turned her head and saw her starting to apply moisturizer.

It's only this early, and she's already going to sleep?

With exams approaching, everyone is eager to study day and night.

Li Jiaojiao was very self-aware: "This year, my focus is on participation; cramming at the last minute won't help."

Taking the exam and getting into university is no easy feat.

After a while, the commune school will recruit new teachers, and with a lighter teaching load, she will have more time to study.

"If you study hard, you might pass. But what if something unexpected happens?"

Zhao Shuqin advised her that she was worried the college entrance exam would be canceled again next year, and then who knows how many years it would be before she had another chance.

They are truly fortunate; so many people have waited from their youth to middle age for the resumption of the college entrance examination.

"Don't worry, now that it's been restored, it won't be canceled so quickly. The weather hasn't changed yet."

If Li Jiaojiao didn't know what happened next;

She is indeed anxious; she's willing to take time off work to get into university.