Transmigration: Flirted with My Childhood Sweetheart
Chapter 116 - 115: Old Grandpa Whitebeard?

Chapter 116: Chapter 115: Old Grandpa Whitebeard?

"Nianhe, didn’t you say you would leave the notebooks and pencils for the children? Why are you using them as rewards now?"

The next day, after hearing about Lin Nianhe’s promise, Principal Wu came with a belly full of doubts.

Lin Nianhe looked at the shovel in Principal Wu’s hand and felt it looked familiar.

She thought Principal Wu was just picking up something for a fellow villager and didn’t think much of it, standing up to make her a bowl of autumn pear jam: "Letting them ’earn’ notebooks and pencils for their own children—that’s good, isn’t it? It can also improve literacy efficiency."

Principal Wu took the bowl but didn’t drink it. She placed it on the table, gazing at Lin Nianhe for a long time before asking, "Nianhe, why are you doing this?"

"Hm?"

"Why exactly do you want to donate to build schools? Why go through so much trouble for literacy? You’re even helping your rival revise... Nianhe, I don’t understand you."

Principal Wu’s brows were slightly furrowed, and she had gotten much darker from the sun and wind in the countryside recently, but she looked much more spirited than before.

The inquiry from Principal Wu came earlier than expected. Lin Nianhe looked down, smiled lightly, and retorted, "Then, what are you after?"

Principal Wu cut her off directly: "Don’t change the subject, I’m the one asking the questions now."

She had consulted with Wang Hong before coming—If one wants to have a proper conversation with Lin Nianhe, then one absolutely must not let her have the chance to counter-question, or get led astray by her!

Principal Wu agreed with Wang Hong’s suggestion and felt it inappropriate to bring her along, so she only brought her shovel.

The shovel in her hand was a constant reminder of Wang Hong’s instructions.

Lin Nianhe licked her lips.

Today’s Principal Wu was a bit hard to deal with, almost as if she had been advised by a master and suddenly leveled up.

Lin Nianhe: "Did you dream of an old man with a white beard last night? Did he give you some kind of secret manual too?"

The remark made Principal Wu, who hadn’t thought too much about it, jump to conclusions.

"What nonsense!"

Principal Wu hit the ground with the shovel.

Her expression became serious, and like a thief, she peeked out of the window, looked around, and then shut the window tightly.

She looked at Lin Nianhe with complex eyes, her tone more persuasive: "Nianhe, you’re young, and it’s understandable to be deceived by others, but we need to discern right from wrong. We are close to the border here, and some might infiltrate..."

Her voice was very soft, fearing others might hear it.

Lin Nianhe, observing Principal Wu’s actions, finally understood—the "master" she learned from wasn’t the old man with the white beard but the female director named Wang Hong.

She looked at Principal Wu, both laughing and crying: "Principal Wu, that’s too much, isn’t it? No matter how mixed up I am, I would not be involved with the enemy."

See, this is the danger of not being careful in what one says!

Principal Wu’s frown did not ease, and she asked in a low voice, "Then what’s this about the old man with the white beard?"

Lin Nianhe touched her nose: "I saw him in my dream last night."

"Oh?"

Holding back her embarrassment, Lin Nianhe seriously said, "He passed on a book to me, calling it a secret manual."

Principal Wu couldn’t help but be curious: "What did it say?"

"Prosperity, democracy, civilization, harmony."

"..."

Seizing the moment as Principal Wu pondered, Lin Nianhe hurriedly explained: "Actually, I didn’t think too much when I first donated to the school... I only heard that Tiezhu had fallen into a river while going to school which was very far for them as told by Hehua."

"The villagers of Ten Miles Team have been very kind to me, I just did what I could."

Lin Nianhe’s tone was even, narrating her intentions plainly, then she stopped talking, quietly watching Principal Wu.

Principal Wu recovered from her thoughts, her eyes gleaming with tears.

That day, Principal Wu spoke a lot.

She talked about the time she and her husband were teaching, about a child who fainted from hunger in the classroom, and about how the old sports field was always covered in big and small words...

"Nianhe, thank you."

Finally, she said.

As Lin Nianhe saw her off, he handed her the jar of autumn pear jam he had prepared earlier.

"Principal Wu, drink a cup in the morning and evening, take care of your health."

She smiled lightly, "The children are still counting on you."

The glass jar was cool to the touch, and Principal Wu held it tightly, nodding at Lin Nianhe: "Okay, okay."

Lin Nianhe watched as Principal Wu left, noticing her back seemed straighter than before.

...

On the rural road, bicycles and large trucks were heading towards each other.

Zhou Xu glanced at the slowly moving truck, unable to resist pulling over to the side, staring intently.

Too bad he never learned to drive; otherwise, he could be driving a large truck now.

Imagine how impressive that would be!

Inside the truck, Sun ManCang held the steering wheel, looking at the person ahead, "Bro, what does that guy do?"

Qian Guozhu also noticed the person staring at them on the roadside, just about to say it didn’t matter, when he heard Sun ManCang adding, "Look how straight he stands, doesn’t he look like our deputy leader’s son? The one who was a class monitor."

Qian Guozhu rubbed his bloodshot eyes, took a closer look, and it really was him.

He said, "Let’s stop and ask."

"Bro, on our truck... oh right, let’s ask then."

Ahead a few meters, Sun ManCang stopped the truck and Qian Guozhu leaned out to ask: "Comrade, is there something you need?"

Zhou Xu snapped back to reality, a bit embarrassed, chuckled, and waved his hand: "Nothing much, just admiring your impressive truck."

"Oh," Qian Guozhu laughed heartily, opened the door and got out, handed a cigarette to Zhou Xu, "Comrade, are you a postal worker? Hard work."

"Nothing tough about it." Zhou Xu, who also had a military background, was a straightforward person. Without much refusal, he accepted the cigarette and thanked him, casually asking, "Comrade, where are you from?"

"Liao Province." Qian Guozhu lit a cigarette for himself, asking him, "Brother, are you a postal worker?"

The two, one a former soldier and the other having traveled extensively, naturally struck up a brotherly conversation after lighting up cigarettes and exchanging a few words.

Zhou Xu patted his bag: "Yes, I’m off to deliver mail to the production team. Are you headed to the provincial city?"

"Exactly," Qian Guozhu exhaled a puff of smoke, "Originally planned to rush through the journey, but it looks like we might end up entering the city after dark today."

"Hahaha, then you’d better be careful, it’s tough to drive at night."

"That’s for sure."

As the cigarette burned out, Qian Guozhu patted Zhou Xu’s shoulder: "Brother, I’ll get going then, otherwise I’ll have to spend the night in the truck."

"Sure, take care."

Qian Guozhu drove off, but Zhou Xu didn’t leave immediately, continuing to watch by the roadside for a while before finally getting on his bicycle.

"Bro, he didn’t seem to walk very smoothly." Sun ManCang said.

"Yes," Qian Guozhu nodded, "He must have been discharged due to an injury."

"Sigh..."

Sun ManCang sighed, then bitterly smiled: "When I was young, I also wanted to be a soldier. Now that I think about it, it’s a good thing I didn’t go. With my luck, I probably would have..."

"Bang!"

Before he could finish his sentence, the front wheel of the truck hit something, making a dull sound.

Sun ManCang’s face tensed up, and he quickly pressed the brake.