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

Li Jiaojiao's classes today are all scheduled for the afternoon.

Meng Donglai had already cut the pig feed and delivered it over after everyone else had left at the educated youth settlement.

"Tang, have you had breakfast?"

Meng Donglai shook his head; he would go to the canteen later.

Li Jiaojiao handed him a bag of beef jerky: "This is for you."

He wanted to refuse, but Li Jiaojiao's glare clearly said, "You dare to refuse and see what happens?"

Seeing that he had accepted it, Li Jiaojiao smiled broadly and said, "You'd better chew this dry, it tastes best when chewed dry."

Zhao Shuqin said this jerky could grind your teeth into wolf fangs;

There was a wolf cub right in front of him, perfect for him to chew on.

Go ahead and get busy.

Meng Donglai wanted to help her move the bamboo basket to a place closer to the work points registration office.

“I’ll wait for you at the village entrance later. Come with me,” Li Jiaojiao thought of the state-run restaurant near the commune.

He agreed without asking where they were going.

She carried a bamboo basket on her back to register, taking a different route.

You can see Li Miaohong and other educated youth by taking that road.

They were harvesting vegetables at that moment. Li Miaohong had been doing farm work for many years, so she was faster than the others.

While others were still in the fields, she had already sat down on the side and started reading.

She seems hardworking and ambitious, which is perfectly understandable.

Li Jiaojiao left after watching for less than five minutes.

After handing over the pig feed, she didn't go back to the educated youth settlement but sat under a tree at the village entrance to cool off.

After finishing his work in the bamboo grove, Meng Donglai took a machete and went into the grove.

Beneath a huge trap, a living person is struggling desperately.

Quan Lanxi couldn't hold back any longer last night and confessed everything, including things that happened before.

He was terrified of touching the water vat.

When Meng Donglai picked him up, he immediately wet his pants.

Once he was certain that the man really wanted to kill him, Meng Donglai dragged him like a dead pig and threw him into the biggest trap he had dug.

Quan Lanxi experienced all sorts of strange noises in the mountains overnight, and fearfully huddled against the pit wall in the darkness.

He felt like burying his head in the ground whenever he heard a sound.

Meng Donglai chopped off the head of a wild pheasant with a machete and threw it to him, then poured the pheasant's blood around the trap.

"Your food today"

Quan Lanxi wanted nothing more than to kneel before him: "I'll kowtow to you, please let me go."

"Heh," Meng Donglai scoffed, making goosebumps stand up all over Quan Lanxi's body.

"I won't kill you, but how long you live here depends entirely on your luck."

Quan Lanxi was utterly embarrassed: "I beg you, I beg you, I promise I won't hurt you again, please, Brother Donglai!"

"Shh," Meng Donglai whispered, "The mountain god hates noisy people the most. If you shout and disturb him, wolves might come looking for you tonight."

Quan Lanxi immediately fell silent, not daring to say another word.

Meng Donglai only came to see if he was dead: "What a pity."

Since he wasn't dead, he had no choice but to leave.

Hearing his departing footsteps, Quan Lanxi dared not ask him for anything more.

Meng Donglai was just bluffing him; he himself never believed in such things as gods and ghosts.

If there truly were a god, he would have already begged for Jiaojiao's help.

Gurgle~ The wild pheasant, its eyes wide open in death, stared straight at him.

Quan Lanxi threw the pheasant head far away.

He had no idea about the wounds on his body or the pheasant.

It will certainly attract hungry wild beasts.

What Meng Donglai didn't tell him was that the trap would only hold him for three days, and whether he survived depended on his fate.

This was agreed upon with the village chief and the former Party Secretary.

Meng Donglai went home, tidied himself up, and changed into his newest clothes and a brand new pair of liberation shoes.