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

"Shuqin, have you seen where Sister Miaohong went?" Sun Yi asked her.

Zhao Shuqin had just come out of the kitchen: "No, I didn't see it when I was cooking."

"That's strange, her cloth bag is on the bed again!" Sun Yi said, holding up a piece of paper. "Come see what I found!"

Sun Yi called over the others; she had picked up the paper from the floor of the room.

"Look, this paper is the kind of yellow paper fortune tellers use."

"Sister Miao Hong actually went to have her fortune told in the county."

"She came home very late the night before the exam; it turns out she was busy with this."

Sun Yi looked very smug. She believed in fortune telling, but Li Miaohong had previously criticized her in public for being superstitious.

"I never expected her to go to a fortune teller herself; she even criticized me before."

Li Jiaojiao looked at the birth date and time on it: "Isn't this Sister Miao Hong's birth date and time?"

“How is that possible? The other birth chart is clearly Quan Lanxi’s,” Sun Yi retorted.

She had previously performed a divination for Li Miaohong, who said that Quan Lanxi was cursed and that whoever he was with would drain the woman's good fortune.

As a result, Li Miaohong gave him a scathing critique.

Take a close look for yourself.

Sun Yi rubbed his eyes and looked carefully: "It really isn't Sister Miao Hong's birth chart."

Then how come there are other people's birth dates and times on this document?

Once it was discovered that it wasn't Li Miaohong, everyone lost interest.

The paper was just casually placed on the table, and after everyone left, Li Jiaojiao took it with her.

"I don't eat tonight, Shuqin, please don't leave any for me."

Li Jiaojiao prepared to go out to find Meng Donglai.

"I know, you went to eat wild game with your lover again," Zhao Shuqin said knowingly.

"Good to know, I'll bring you some minced meat when I get back."

Li Jiaojiao happily went out.

Meng Donglai is either at home or in the village committee office participating in Liu Fuhong's volunteer teaching program with other children.

Li Jiaojiao thought that this document was Li Miaohong's plan to get out of trouble.

She won't let her have her way.

Li Miaohong was serving tea and water to the family as they discussed when Quan Lanxi and Li Miaohong should get their marriage certificate.

Quan Lanxi was still injured and was lying in his room.

"Why are your parents so anxious?" Li Miaohong asked the man on the bed cautiously.

Quan Lanxi cannot tolerate even the slightest shadow.

"Get out of the way, don't block the candle."

He angrily shoved Li Miaohong away.

Li Miaohong was so startled that she took several steps back, just as Quan's mother pushed the door open and came in.

"Axi, you're all grown up now. You can't just throw tantrums and bully Miao Hong, you know?"

Quan Lanxi remained silent, while Quan's mother smiled at Li Miaohong.

"Let's go, Miao Hong. Let Si Lian show you around and introduce you to your great-uncle and the others."

After seeing her out, Quan's mother closed the door and turned to talk to Quan Lanxi.

"The doctor said the flesh in your foot is completely rotten, and the tendons are so dead they can't be reattached. You scared Li Miaohong away. Where are you going to find a wife who is educated, literate, and doesn't ask for a dowry?"

“You should think about it carefully! Even the worst widow with a child would cost you tens of dollars, would you pay that?” Quan’s mother warned him.

The room was empty except for him and the flickering candlelight.

Even in bright light, terrifying memories would still occasionally surface in Quan Lanxi's mind: he was trapped, and wild beasts were drooling over his head, their green eyes staring directly at him in the darkness.

Today he really wanted to get revenge on Meng Donglai and tell him everything.

"Why can't I get revenge on Meng Donglai!" Quan Lanxi stared at a corner.

But he didn't dare.

The seed of fear had already sprouted in his heart, and every time he thought of Meng Donglai, the root of this seed would whip his heart.

The main hall of the house was filled with people, all of whom were relatives.

Upon learning that Quan Lanxi's foot would never heal and that he would be crippled for life, they quickly gathered their relatives to discuss what to do.

Li Miaohong didn't have a chance to take out the approval document until all the relatives had left and Quan Lanxi said she was going to sleep.

After Meng Donglai finished class, the two went to the archives next door to check whose birth date and time was that of the anonymous person.

The village chief and the old Party Secretary were smoking outside.

"We've become gatekeepers..."

The old Party Secretary casually crossed his legs: "You only get to smoke one of these cigarettes a year, so enjoy it."

"We really should enjoy this," the village chief said, his eyes slightly narrowed in a look of pure enjoyment.

"Uncle Three-Eyed, where do you think Donglai got these cigarettes?"

He was thinking of buying some for himself too.

"I haven't seen him for the past two days, he might have gone to the provincial capital," the old Party Secretary thought for a moment.

"Why go this far?" the village chief shook his head. "Just enjoy this smoke."

“Found it, this is it,” Li Jiaojiao said, flipping through a register.

Zhang Chunyuan is not married yet and is only 18 years old this year.

"Is she planning to play matchmaker for Quan Lanxi?"

Meng Donglai concluded: "She can't win her over."

"Why?" Li Jiaojiao looked at him in confusion.

"The good families in the village wouldn't agree to their daughters marrying Quan Lanxi because his leg is crippled and can't be repaired."

Meng Donglai saw Quan Lanxi trapped in the pit that day;

Besides being filthy, his wounds were swarming with flies and maggots.

If they had arrived two days later, the entire Lanxi region would have been wiped out.

"But... there seems to be no movement at all in the village?"

The village's mysterious intelligence group hasn't reported anything at all? That shouldn't be the case.

Seeing her puzzled expression, Meng Dong couldn't help but pinch her cheek (just the flesh on her face, nothing weird, you guys do this too, sob).

"They've probably managed to keep it a secret, but it won't last long; he'll have to go back to the fields eventually."

The whole family should be discussing how to get Li Miaohong married into the family as soon as possible.

Li Jiaojiao waved the approval document in her hand: "We should be kind and help the whole family."

Meng Donglai wanted to throw Li Miaohong into that trap as well, so she could experience it for herself.

But Li Jiaojiao disagreed. If the original owner hadn't died in the original story, she might have shown mercy.

Li Miaohong should stay in that fire pit for the rest of her life and never be able to climb out.

The father and mother were talking in their room, leaving only Li Miaohong outside.

She mustered her courage and pushed open Quan Lanxi's room door.

Why don't you blow out the candles when you go to sleep?

Upon hearing the noise, Quan Lanxi immediately opened her eyes.

"Who?!"

Li Miaohong saw his panic.

Li Miaohong guessed that he must have been traumatized by the days he was trapped in the mountains.

"Who let you in? Get out!"

This time, Li Miaohong didn't listen to him; she stood still.

"I went to Dongqiao in the county to see that fortune teller you mentioned and had our horoscopes read. He said we're incompatible."

"Could all this recent bad luck be because of her?" Quan Lanxi stared intently at her. "My mother had these birth charts checked before."

"Why is it that she had no problem getting her birth chart matched, but you had a problem getting yours matched?"

Li Miaohong clenched her fists tightly, trying to appear calm: "I remembered the time wrong. I was born in the morning, not at noon."

Whatever kind of mess was born, it didn't matter anymore; Quan Lanxi's mind was in complete chaos.

"We were both born of a mother, how could you be so stupid?"

He attributed all the failures during this period to Li Miaohong.