Transmigration: Flirted with My Childhood Sweetheart
Chapter 112 - 111: Is He Really a Good Person?

Chapter 112: Chapter 111: Is He Really a Good Person?

Lin Nianhe’s explanation, Principal Wu certainly didn’t believe.

She felt that this girl was a rare teaching prodigy; it would be a waste not to send her to each team to eliminate illiteracy.

Principal Wu pressed for an answer all the way, and in the end, Lin Nianhe could only say: "Principal Wu, I only nibbled on two bites of steamed bun tonight; I’m too hungry to stand it... I’m someone who really fears hunger. When I’m hungry, I can’t think of anything."

Principal Wu quickly pushed her into the Educated Youth Corps’ courtyard gate: "After you’ve eaten, remember to write me a literacy campaign proposal!"

Lin Nianhe: "... Okay."

Might as well write it; who made her a good person?

"Nianhe, you’re back."

Wang Shumei reached out her hand through the window toward Lin Nianhe.

Lin Nianhe dragged her feet to the window side and took a handful of peanuts from Wang Shumei’s hand.

"How was it? Was the class difficult?" Wang Shumei asked with a smile.

"Not bad, aside from not knowing which four characters ’tu luo fan zhang’ were, everything went smoothly. Also, I finally know the names of the kids in the Nine-miles Team; I just can’t match them to their faces yet."

Wang Shumei: "Ah?"

This... wasn’t she supposed to be eradicating illiteracy? How come it’s different from what she thought?

Lin Nianhe waved to her wearily: "I’m going back, I’m starving to death."

"Oh, alright then, get some rest early."

"Mm."

Lin Nianhe walked past the east wall and immediately saw a shadow by the well.

Fu Aiguo picked up a bucket of water, looked up at Lin Nianhe, and took the initiative to explain: "I—I’m just fetching some water for a rinse."

Fetching water?

She didn’t hear the sound of water when she came in.

Lin Nianhe nodded subtly without a word, and quickly entered her room with her head down.

The animal trap behind the door still lay there honestly; Lin Nianhe waited until the footsteps outside had faded away before taking out a flashlight from her space, shining it on the trap.

The hair she had placed on the trap before she left was still there.

Relieved, Lin Nianhe put it and the flashlight back into her space and turned around to bolt the door.

She had no energy left to cook, so she took out a hot steamed bun from her space and ate it to fill her stomach.

After washing up properly, she finally returned to her inner room.

Originally, she planned to dive straight into sleep, but upon entering, she saw a cloth pouch on the table.

Given to her by Su Yuncheng.

She had come back late, so she had casually placed this cloth pouch on the table, without yet opening it to see what was inside.

Because the thoughts suppressed by the class earlier came flooding back to her mind, Lin Nianhe hesitated for a moment before she still went to open the cloth pouch.

Canned food, lots of canned food.

Braised pork in a can, fish in a can, orange in a can, pineapple in a can, lychee in a can.

Lin Nianhe neatly arranged them at the edge of the table, staring for a long time.

Then she retreated two steps, collapsed onto the kang bed, kicked off her slippers, and rolled into the quilt, falling asleep.

...

The night grew deep. Yet some, to guard others’ sleep, were still out on the move.

Nine-miles Team.

Uncle Niu staggered out of Wang Wei’s house, his drunkenness tainting the moonlight.

"Tha—that, let’s settle it like that," Uncle Niu slurred to Wang Wei inside the door, "I—I... I’m heading home now..."

"Alright," Wang Wei, equally drunk, pushed the man beside him towards him, "Take him to stay at your place for the night, wake him up before the rooster crows tomorrow."

A tall and husky drunkard was pushed out, Uncle Niu caught him, and the two staggered a few steps together, nearly falling into the woodpile.

"Fine, fine..." Uncle Niu responded, waveringly helping the drunkard towards his own house.

Wang Wei watched them for a while, mumbled something vaguely offensive, and turned back inside.

Soon after, snoring sounds came out.

In places without streetlights, the moon was the only source of light in the night.

Feng Wei squashed a mosquito on his hand, then turned his head to ask, "Kid, look carefully, is that person someone you’ve seen before?"

In the pit, Zhang Dahu lay next to Feng Wei. He watched for a while but didn’t answer. Suddenly, he got up, ran behind the tree, and stood in front of Su Yuncheng.

Feng Wei cursed under his breath but dared not leave his post, his eyes still fixed on Uncle Niu and his shaky presence.

Su Yuncheng looked down at Zhang Dahu and asked knowingly, "What’s up?"

Zhang Dahu whispered, "If I tell you whether I’ve seen that man or not, you have to release my parents."

His voice was soft, but his tone was exceptionally firm, clearly intending to use this as leverage over Su Yuncheng.

Su Yuncheng’s gaze was colder than the moonlight.

He glanced at Zhang Dahu and said indifferently, "Then don’t say anything. Go back to town now and take your brother and scram."

Zhang Dahu: "...?"

"Before you go, remember to repay the expenses of this period."

"..."

Zhang Dahu twitched the corner of his mouth, responding with insufficient confidence, "I...I don’t have money..."

"Not repaying your debts? Then go find your parents."

"..."

In the pit, Feng Wei shrank his neck, trying to be as inconspicuous as possible.

In the end, Zhang Dahu was just a kid. His already sparse rebellious spirit was quickly extinguished by Su Yuncheng’s pressure.

He lowered his head and said softly, "It’s him, I remember. He was wearing the same clothes last time."

"Hmm."

Su Yuncheng, seemingly lacking compassion, even gave Zhang Dahu a warning glance, "Don’t play tricks with me in the future."

After speaking, he walked to the edge of the pit and kicked Feng Wei’s leg.

Feng Wei turned around with a grin, "Brother Cheng, it wasn’t me who taught him to negotiate terms with you, you can’t wrong me."

Su Yuncheng ignored his protestations, only saying, "You take him back, I’ll keep watch. Come to replace me in the morning."

"Ah? Okay, okay."

The little fatty scrambled out of the pit and made room for Su Yuncheng.

Su Yuncheng glanced at the pit, didn’t crawl into it, but instead entered the forest.

The forest was quiet, as if not even the leaves shook because of the intruder.

Feng Wei licked his lips, filled with envy.

Both were on surveillance duty, yet he had to crawl into a pit, while Brother Cheng found a more dignified way...

Feng Wei shook his head, gestured to Zhang Dahu, and the two left Nine-miles Team.

On the road, Zhang Dahu, sitting on the rear seat of Feng Wei’s bicycle, asked, "Brother Feng, is he... really a good person?"

"Tsk, you ungrateful kid."

Feng Wei grunted, "If he weren’t a good person, you and your brother would be long dead."

"Then why won’t he release my parents?"

Feng Wei stopped the bike, turned around, and smacked Zhang Dahu’s head, "Your parents broke the law, understand? They were going to sell your... your cousin, right? That’s not something you can do, got it?"

Zhang Dahu, holding his head, said in confusion, "Isn’t it okay for a girl to be given away for a bridal price?"

"Of course, it’s not okay!"

"Why not?"

"..."

The little fatty didn’t know how to explain, so he said, "Wait till Brother Cheng comes back tomorrow, have him explain to you."

With that, he started pedaling the bike again.

Zhang Dahu pondered for a long while, somewhat doubtful, "Why do I feel like he won’t tell me?"

"Um... I think so too."

"Then is he really a good person or not?"

"Yes."

"Then why won’t he release my parents?"

"..."