Transmigration: Flirted with My Childhood Sweetheart
Chapter 171 - 170 Delicious Report

Chapter 171: Chapter 170 Delicious Report

"Brother, we found sister-in-law today. People from the Ten Miles Team are fierce. We got caught and just told her that you sent us to help her... Sister-in-law didn’t suspect a thing and settled us in the village school. We had rice porridge and white steamed buns in the morning, incredibly delicious! It’s just that the principal of the village school is a bit nagging..."

"Brother, today we cleared land for self-cultivation at the school in the Ten Miles Team. We worked a total of two mu and a bit. We had corn kernels and steamed cornbread in the morning, potato stew with green beans and pasted pancake for lunch, and tofu stew with vermicelli and steamed buns for dinner... Lin Nianhe? Ah, sister-in-law has been reading books in the village school all day, and she gave me and Shi Jian two eggs..."

"Brother, today we painted the blackboards for the village school in the Ten Miles Team. We came to town to get the remnants of cloth from the textile mill... I don’t know what sister-in-law has to do with someone from the textile mill, she just told the two of us to come straight here to the residential area to fetch things... Other things? Ah, we had sorghum rice soup for breakfast, noodles rolled out by the principal for lunch, and they say we’re having stewed fish for dinner. Brother, I won’t talk to you anymore, if I return late I’ll only find fishbones left!"

For several consecutive days, Bai Bo clearly understood the three meals a day of Lin Nianhe and his company.

Oh, no, to be precise, he thought he understood Lin Nianhe’s three meals a day.

Because Wu Genmao forgot to tell him that Lin Nianhe didn’t eat with them.

By the phone, Bai Bo was pinching the receiver and frowning as he asked Laosan, "I remember I didn’t ask these scatterbrained guys to go do chores for them, did I?"

Laosan was also a bit confused, and even more anxious, "Big brother, then should I go over..."

"Daddy!"

"Daddy!"

Two kids ran in laughing, each holding a bright red big apple.

Bai Xiaojun ran over holding Zheng Shan’s hand to Bai Bo and stretched out the apple towards him: "Daddy, eat."

Zheng Shan also handed over the apple: "Dad."

Bai Bo grinned with a smile, holding the hands of the two little ones, he took a bite of the apple from each, and then patted their heads, "Okay, go back and eat yourselves."

Bai Xiaojun clung to his thigh and would not let go: "No, no, I want to ride the horse, daddy, I want to ride the big horse!"

"Ha ha ha, okay, okay, ride the big horse!"

Bai Bo stood up, lifted Bai Xiaojun onto his shoulders, letting him ride around his neck.

"Oh, oh!" Bai Xiaojun was so happy he was waving his hands, his little legs excitedly kicking, and then Bai Bo held them down.

Bai Bo pressed Bai Xiaojun’s legs with one hand, and with the other hand he held Zheng Shan’s: "Let’s go, we’ll bring back a big fish, we’re having stewed fish with pasted pancake tonight."

That silly prattler’s mention made him crave for stewed fish too.

...

In the small playground of the village school in the Ten Miles Team, four baskets were placed in a circle, with Principal Wu and all the female teachers sitting by the side.

They sat on small stools, with a wooden basin between every two of them, filled with scraps of cloth they sorted that were still useful. The hemp bags at their feet held many more, all too fragmented to be of use.

"Principal, this little piece of cloth, it started ’working’ before it was even a full month old, huh? What do you want it for?"

Lin Nianhe pinched a piece of cloth the size of a longan fruit, shook it twice, and casually tossed it into the hemp bag.

"Ah, you little squanderer." Principal Wu immediately picked it up with affection, blew off the lint, and placed it in the wooden basin.

Unsatisfied with saving just one, she pulled Lin Nianhe’s hemp bag closer and sifted through it again.

Lin Nianhe: "...?"

Principal Wu explained as she bent down to pick up scraps, "School’s about to start soon, and on my visit with Hongzi the other days, many kids didn’t even have a school bag... You see, my younger sister works at the textile mill, so I asked her to get me some of their unwanted scraps of cloth."

"Look how nice these fabrics are, with a bit of stitching and patching, we can make school bags for the kids."

Lin Nianhe felt choked up looking at the largest piece of cloth in the wooden basin, which wasn’t bigger than a palm.

In the future, kids could buy a new school bag every term, comparing brands, choosing styles, their bags can be leather, they can have wheels, and some might even have trackers or automatic alarms.

They probably would never see a school bag patched together from scraps of cloth.

"This is good news."

Wen Lan looked up briefly at the wooden basin and said, "Principal, these fabrics won’t all be necessary. I see only about fifty students; this is an excess."

"Not too much, not too much at all," Principal Wu repeatedly shook her head, "We can set aside those for our own team. Children from Nine-miles Team have to walk a long way every day, and their shoes wear out quickly... The leftovers, I’ll make them a pair or two when I have free time."

Principal Wu’s hands didn’t stop moving as she spoke, her lips curved into a smile, not showing any sign of hardships.

"Oh right," she said, "separate the red fabrics, I have a use for those."

"Yes, of course."

No one asked her what she needed the red fabric for. They silently selected scraps of fabric while listening to Principal Wu’s stories about her past at Lan County High School.

"I had a student once, named Huo Meijuan, a little girl of sixteen, petite and just about Hehua’s height, who was very smart. She loved reading and started getting her articles published in the city newspaper during her first year of high school. Later, they were picked up by the provincial newspaper. I was considering getting her into the Worker-Peasant-Soldier University, but when we started the second year, little Meijuan didn’t show up..."

"Sister Lin, Sister Lin?"

An outside voice calling interrupted Principal Wu’s narrative. Lin Nianhe turned her head to see Zhou Xu wiping sweat from his forehead and waving at her outside the courtyard gate.

Lin Nianhe quickly stood up to meet him: "Brother Zhou, what’s wrong?"

Zhou Xu, gasping for breath, gestured back with his hand, "Sister Lin, there’s a parcel for you, sent from the provincial city... Oh my, it’s quite heavy. What did you buy?"

Lin Nianhe glanced over his shoulder and saw nothing, immediately feeling a bit anxious, "Where’s the parcel?"

These books were even more expensive than the school!

"I, I... happened to catch the commune’s tractor heading to Birch Team, and I had them bring it over... it’s just at the village entrance. You should quickly find some men to help bring it, I really can’t manage it," Zhou Xu said, wiping sweat and panting.

"Sure, sure, just wait a bit."

Lin Nianhe hurried to the backyard, and from afar shouted at several men working in the private plots, "Zhao Zhuangshi! Could you come and give a hand quick?"

Zhao Zhuangshi immediately threw down his hoe, running back full of enthusiasm, "What’s happened? What needs doing?"

Lin Nianhe: "Moving books."

Zhao Zhuangshi’s interest vanished in an instant, and his steps slowed.

Lin Nianhe, offhandedly, threw out a tempting offer to Zhao Zhuangshi, "If you don’t want to go, I can find someone else, the comrade driving the tractor is waiting out there!"

In an instant, Zhao Zhuangshi ran out of sight.

The men would handle moving the heavy books. Lin Nianhe lagged behind a few steps and asked Zhou Xu in a low voice, "Has there been any news about him?"

Ever since Su Yuncheng had left her at Ten Miles Team, there had been no news for several days.

Lin Nianhe could only reassure herself that at times like this, no news was good news.

But still, she couldn’t help worrying.

Zhou Xu’s gaze was fixed forward as he chuckled, "Sister Lin, rest assured, Brother Cheng gave me a call yesterday, telling me to inform you that everything is fine on his end, all is going smoothly, there’s nothing wrong."

Lin Nianhe glanced at him and asked, "Oh, a call from this morning?"

Zhou Xu: "Yes."

"What time in the morning?"

"Nine... nine or ten?"

"Nine or ten? The post office isn’t short on clocks, right?"

"Uh..."

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