Quick Transmigration: Refusing to Be a Victim's Child

Shao Linshen's face darkened instantly.

"If you don't speak, no one will think you are mute."

That's what he meant, but he didn't like being called a villain.

Pangu Banner stopped speaking, but it also did not stay in the sea of ​​consciousness any longer.

Right now, Shao Linshen is hanging it from the top with a tree branch to serve as a torch for lighting, and it's the kind that won't be blown out by the wind, which works really well.

The village is not far from the county seat, but the roads are really difficult to travel these days. They are full of potholes, stones, and yellow mud, and they are steep and winding. Shaolin Shen set off at midnight and it took him nearly two hours to reach the edge of the county seat.

At this time, the entrance to the county town was guarded by people, for fear that nearby villagers would secretly bring in goods to resell.

However, Shao Linshen didn't have a single penny on him, and after being questioned a few times, he was let in without any problems.

It was still dark. Shao Linshen had been traveling all night and was starving and thirsty. Fortunately, the Pangu Banner had been marked in the woman's space, so even from a distance, he could still retrieve things from there.

As for the goods he stored in the previous world, he doesn't plan to take them out for the time being. After all, it's more fun to use things that are free.

So, Shao Linshen simply found a secluded corner, bent down and sat on the ground, and whispered:

"Brother Fan, empty out that woman's space and put everything into our space. If there's not enough room, sort it out and put it out. I'll be a middleman for you today."

Shao Linshen held a hot meat bun in one hand and a teapot in the other, eating slowly and deliberately.

After a long while, he got up after eating and drinking his fill and saw two large baskets next to him, with some sweet potatoes, unhulled rice, radishes and greens with roots, some dried wild vegetables common in the mountains, and a small basket of eggs scattered inside.

Shao Linshen clicked his tongue softly, recalling how people in the team often complained about reduced grain production, and he knew where these "goods" came from.

However, he wasn't a saint. Although he wouldn't do something so tasteless, he wouldn't be foolish enough to put those things back.

Shao Linshen carried the large basket on a shoulder pole, slowly stood up, and tested its weight, feeling that it weighed at least one or two hundred pounds.

The basket swayed in mid-air for a moment, but then it finally stabilized.

Shao Linshen said, "Brother Fan, put on a rat's shell and go out to see if there's anyone around. Let's go to the black market now and earn some extra money."

"Then I want a wisp of merit," Pangu Banner said, taking the opportunity to bargain.

"Here's half a strand. Take it or leave it." Shao Linshen rolled his eyes and urged it to hurry up.

"Yes, of course I want it. Who said I don't?"

Pangu Banner chuckled, then transformed into a streak of white light and flashed past. In just a few breaths, a small figure stood in the middle of the alley, making a "squeak" sound.

Shao Linshen followed behind it, the man and the rat heading straight for the black market...

"Hey kid up there, do you know the rules for going in? Two cents per person, hurry up and hand it over."

At the entrance to the black market, several men dressed in rags and with a sleazy appearance held sticks and whispered warnings.

Shao Linshen slowly approached, carrying a basket. He skillfully took out money from his pocket and handed it to the other party, while also tossing two small bundles of prepared green vegetables from the basket to the young man in the lead.

The other person took the item and looked over in confusion. Only by the light of the flashlight could they make out the person's appearance.

He exclaimed in surprise, "Lin Shen? It's you, kid!"

"Didn't your sister-in-law say you weren't planning to do this, that you were afraid it was dangerous, and that she'd have your brother do it from now on?"

"Don't listen to her nonsense. This woman can't stand seeing others do better than her. My family was kicked out and we have to live separately because of this troublemaker. If we didn't work here, what would we eat and drink?"

Shao Linshen put the basket aside, rubbed his shoulders, and told them about what had happened during the day, exaggerating a little.

These guys were all buddies Shao Linshen met in the county when he was studying. They were all lazy and idle hooligans who spent their days loafing around.

However, they were better off than the original owner of this body because their parents both had jobs and their home was in the county. Although they had money but nowhere to buy food and drink, they were not starving and could occasionally find odd jobs to do.

In the altered timeline, He Xinlian and Shao Jianjun, a married couple, accumulated their initial capital for starting a business by reselling goods.

The reason why she was never caught was not only because He Xinlian had a private space, but also because of the help of her friends Shao Linshen, which allowed her to avoid risks.

Otherwise, given how often they sold large quantities of goods, they would have been targeted by the local bullies in the county long ago.

As a result, this ungrateful couple used the original owner's connections and luck to rise through the ranks, thoroughly exploiting him and squeezing out all his value. They even turned around and looked down on the original owner for being incompetent, framing him and sending him to jail.

The thought of this made Shao Linshen grit his teeth in hatred.

"Anyway, guys, don't let them fool you. I don't get along with this couple, so don't go easy on them just because of me. They're not worth it."

Shao Linshen held one of their hands and spoke with a sincere expression.

The people opposite looked extremely ugly upon hearing this. They felt that their good intentions had been fooled by two country bumpkins, and they secretly wished they could slap the couple.

There was no need for Shao Linshen to explain further; everyone was so angry they wanted to devour He Xinlian and the other woman, muttering that they would teach them a lesson.

The young man in the lead had a neat short haircut and was tall and thin like a stick. Although he looked like a monkey, he was a righteous person. He had just heard Shao Linshen say that his family had been having a hard time lately and that he was not even charging for the "entrance fee," so he insisted on stuffing two cents into Shao Linshen's arms.

"I appreciate your kindness, but I can't put everyone in a difficult position, can I? Let's get together again sometime. I need to go in and exchange some things for my home. Let's talk again next time."

Shao Linshen immediately returned the two cents, indicating that he couldn't break the rules here.

Seeing that they were keeping watch here late at night, earning a meager living, I simply gave each of them two sweet potatoes.

Then, carrying a basket, he staggered into the black market, his head covered only by his tattered clothes, with only his eyes showing, under the gaze of the others.

In those days, grains and vegetables were the best-selling items. Shao Linshen only stayed inside for less than half an hour, and both baskets were completely sold out.

Some people who arrived late still wanted to make reservations, but Shao Linshen waved them off. He came back purely to clear out excess supplies and, incidentally, to exchange for an iron pot and shovel to take back with him.

They do have some at the old house, but the problem is that Grandpa Shao is still alive, so they can't move the things away. Iron pots are very precious these days, and some families still use the same pot even after they've separated.

That evening, they simply cooked a pot of vegetable porridge in an earthenware pot to get by.

But that wasn't a long-term solution. Shao Linshen didn't want to cook every day and have to go to the old house, having someone watch what delicious food he was making. So he decided to take this opportunity to get a taste of what he had to eat.

Two baskets of grain and vegetables were certainly not enough to cover the cost, but he still had the money from Widow Zhao in his hands.

If that's not enough, there's also a bunch of banknotes and bills that I managed to rummage through that woman's space.

As for the paper money he had Pangu Banner throw on He Xinlian that night, it was just a few cents or dimes, which was only a lot in appearance.