Quick Transmigration: What's Wrong with the Yandere Male Lead? It's So Good!

On the other side, at the educated youth settlement.

The courtyard was much livelier now. The former educated youth who had returned from work were very enthusiastic and quickly became familiar with the newcomers, chatting and laughing together.

Jiang Rangrang greeted them politely with a smile and went back into the house, looking around before secretly letting out a sigh of relief.

Among the group of former educated youth, a male educated youth with thick eyebrows, big eyes, and wheat-colored skin stared at her back for a moment, lost in thought.

However, apart from himself, no one noticed his unusual behavior.

There were two large kang beds in the room, which were spacious enough for six people to sleep comfortably.

888 said that Qingshan Brigade had a lot of people and land, so eleven educated youths were assigned there, which was considered a lot.

She observed the group and found that these educated youths were all quite normal for the time being, and there were no troublemakers among them.

It seems that I should be able to get through this period smoothly before my little brick house is built.

As long as everything is normal and people have a sense of self-respect, she doesn't need to bother dealing with all sorts of messy and trivial matters.

A tree without bark will surely die.

A shameless person is invincible.

She's afraid of shameless people; no one can deal with them except by killing them.

The educated youth settlements were where people ate communal meals: cornbread made from mixed grains, bland vegetable soup, pickled vegetable strips, and millet porridge.

"Come and eat, everyone."

Lin Wanqiu greeted everyone with a smile.

Zhou Mingyu, Chen Feng, and two other male educated youths were the first to catch up with the older educated youths, while Li Juan, looking flustered, picked up her bowl and chopsticks and lined up to get her meal.

Jiang Rangrang stood under the eaves, looking at the hard cornbread and the clear soup with a few scattered vegetable leaves, and her lips twitched slightly.

It wasn't that she wanted to be special; it was just that she didn't need to force herself to suffer. She didn't have much else in her spatial dimension, but she ate a lot.

Not counting cooked food, she prepared 100 bags each of refined rice and flour, and not a single bag had been opened.

There were also large quantities of beef jerky, dairy products, cream cakes, and various canned goods. Various fruits were also available, not to mention junk food.

She even stocked up on a lot of drinks; since her space is static, she can just buy them if she's not worried about them spoiling.

During her first mission world, she really saved up a huge amount of what she liked, spending a lot of money in the Wild mode.

So it's simply impossible for her to eat coarse grains that are hard to swallow and drink bland vegetable soup.

She was the first person to resist the idea of ​​having to endure hardship without actually suffering.

"I won't eat with them anymore. I have a sensitive stomach, so I won't eat with them anymore. I plan to cook for myself."

Upon hearing this, everyone looked over, marveling at how powerful her family truly was.

Lin Wanqiu smiled and nodded: "Okay, just let me know if you need anything."

"it is good."

After everyone else gathered in the courtyard to eat, Jiang Rangrang followed 888's navigation and went out through the back door.

She went out to eat secretly.

[Alright, host, I'll keep an eye on the people for you. You can eat now.]

Jiang Rangrang breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing this. He had walked several hundred meters to have a meal, and he was grateful that there was a huge tree there.

Take a large bowl, add a spoonful of rice, a spoonful of braised pork, and a spoonful of cucumber salad on the side.

Jiang Rangrang squatted behind the tree trunk and ate with relish.

In the evening, several female educated youths filled their own basins with water and washed their bodies in the room. They had sweated a lot during the day, and if they didn't take a bath at night, their bodies would spoil.

Li Juan, the timid one, endured her shyness while washing herself, while Jiang Rangrang was the most generous, very embarrassedly wiping herself with her bare arms.

If you can't take a bath, taking a shower is already too much to ask for. If you're going to wipe yourself down, you must make sure you get thoroughly clean.

Then several girls stared at her figure with shining eyes.

Almost everyone had the same thought—she's so pleasing to the eye! So beautiful! How can she be so fair-skinned?

The next morning, the bell of Qingshan Brigade rang precisely on time.

Everyone stood neatly in the threshing ground, waiting for the team leader to assign farm work.

The July sun was blazing early in the morning. Upon hearing that they were to be assigned tasks, the new educated youth felt a little uneasy, as they had never done farm work before.

After all, farm work is never easy these days: weeding, building livestock pens, bedding them, carrying manure, pressing green manure...

Any one of these tasks can leave you with a sore back and aching muscles, feeling like you're about to bleed.

The brigade leader held the roster and assigned tasks to each person. When it was the turn of the new educated youth, his eyes swept over the fair-skinned and pretty Jiang Rangrang, and his head throbbed.

What kind of work should we assign her? What can she do?

As if sensing his predicament, before he could speak, Jiang Rangrang took half a step forward, her tone obedient:

"Captain, I can't do those jobs that require high work points. Please assign me to chopping pig feed. My family will send me food and money. I can do the jobs that require fewer work points, and I can't do anything else anyway."

She had to make it clear that she had no intention of suffering; she planned to only gather one basket of pig feed a day.

The team leader was also stunned: "Are you sure you want to cut pig feed? If you're slow, you'll only cut one basket a day, and you can only earn two centimeters."

Jiang Rangrang said frankly:

"It's alright, Captain, I have money."

This statement is actually a bit provocative. If Jiang Rangrang didn't have a cheat code that prevents him from being harmed, it wouldn't be appropriate for him to be so high-profile.

(Sisters, don't tell anyone you're rich. It doesn't hurt to keep a low profile.)

The captain nodded after listening: "Alright! Then you can go and gather pig feed."

Jiang Rangrang was prepared, but she didn't expect her "colleagues" to be several children around ten years old.

It was an easy day; she worked casually all day and only managed to fill one basket, earning two work points.

He lived a carefree life during the day, but the huge sum of money needed to build a brick house was still nowhere to be found.

She says she has money and food at home, but that's only half a lie; she has no money.

She doesn't have a single penny of cash from 1975, nor a single cloth or grain coupon.

So, she took action at three in the morning.

Jiang Rangrang quietly rolled out of bed, changed into a plain black hoodie set, a black fisherman's hat, and black ankle boots—this outfit made her look like the Black Impermanence.

With her mask on, she quietly climbed over the low wall in the backyard and, by the moonlight, followed the dirt road through the fields toward a secluded alleyway in the direction of the county town.

888 said that place is the black market of this county, starting at 2:30 every morning. By the time dawn is approaching, the people have already dispersed and are very cautious.

Whether in the city or the village, people gather here to exchange tickets, grain, personal goods, or for business.

Everyone followed the rules, asking no questions about names or backgrounds. They all covered themselves up tightly, spoke in hushed tones, and sought only to conduct transactions with peace of mind.

There were no bright lights in the alley, only a few kerosene lamps hidden in the corners of the walls and covered with cloth, emitting a weak, dim yellow light.

There were quite a few people coming and going, but it was very quiet.

This cautious atmosphere made Jiang Rangrang nervous.

She randomly found a spot against a wall and squatted down.

Take out a 100-pound bag of rice from the empty basket and leave it open.

She didn't dare to bring out too many good things at once to attract attention, so she tested the waters with a bag of rice.

Refined rice and flour are hard-to-buy commodities these days, even if you have money. It's reasonable for 888 to sell them for 5 cents a pound.

She clearly underestimated the popularity of refined rice on the black market; she saw some people who, if they hadn't brought too much money, would have bought the whole bag themselves.

She quickly sold out of the bag of rice, and then gave the remaining one or two kilograms at the bottom of the bag to the old lady at the next stall who had lent her her scale.

The old woman didn't dare to refuse loudly, but just waved her hands repeatedly, and Jiang Rangrang insisted on giving it to her.

She was preparing to find a corner to get two more bags to sell and make enough money, since she didn't want to come here every day; she was really sleepy.

[He's the male lead!]

Jiang Rangrang looked up upon hearing this.