Transmigration: Flirted with My Childhood Sweetheart
Chapter 190 - 189: Missing a Life Free from Worries about Food and Clothing

Chapter 190: Chapter 189: Missing a Life Free from Worries about Food and Clothing

Gazing into those pairs of fervent eyes, Lin Nianhe suddenly felt the impulse to start a class on success studies.

A slight daze later, she quickly shook her head, casting that wicked thought out of her mind.

The young comrades, unexposed to extensive motivational platitudes, were exhilarated by Lin Nianhe’s words, their spirits lifted and then, filled with warm tears.

It was Wang Dong who first broke the silence; he stood up abruptly from the table, went back inside, and brought out his small bamboo pole.

Clenching the bamboo pole with one hand, veins on the back of his hand bulging, he faced the midday sun and swung his arms to raise the small bamboo pole high:

"Today with long cord in hand, when shall I bind the azure dragon!"

His face, flushed with excitement, brimmed with determination, bathed in the golden glow of the searing sun, as if he were a general about to set off to war.

Who was the first to echo him, Lin Nianhe no longer remembered, she just remembered, that at noon that day, the Educated Youth Corps swung from homesickness to rousing indignation, and in the end, only one phrase lingered for a long time—

"Forget the millennium, seize the day!"

Lin Nianhe remembered, the story began with her making a pot of chicken soup.

And the story ended with Principal Wu coming to fetch them for a meeting at the commune.

"From afar, I could hear you talking. Are you collectively studying the spirit of the quotations?" Principal Wu came in, beaming, and upon seeing the tear-filled young faces, said, "Let’s stop here for today, shall we? Teachers, please pack up and come with me to the commune."

Their village school had just been completed and was the only one in Lan County built through donations, and the commune’s leadership felt it was necessary to gather the young teachers for a meeting before the start of school.

Li Dahe also knew this news but didn’t mention it to Lin Nianhe because he thought she knew.

Because of Lin Nianhe’s words from the morning, Li Dahe specifically arranged for Uncle Guan to drive them to the commune by ox cart—he was also afraid the ox cart might overturn again; a fall for a few little bastards didn’t matter, but Principal Wu’s frail body couldn’t endure such turmoil.

Principal Wu had purposely come a bit early; first, he dropped off Niuwa at Wang Hong’s house and asked Wang Xixi to help watch him for a while. He had intended to have a few words with the teachers beforehand, but seeing each one of them so impassioned, he felt there was no need to say more.

"Nianhe, what are you crying for?" Principal Wu asked a little puzzled, "During our previous studies of the quotations’ spirit, I never saw you so moved."

Lin Nianhe wiped away the tear at the corner of her eye, her expression indescribably complex: "Principal, you don’t understand... I just regret not bringing the family camera back home to capture the comrades in their fervent state..."

And then to bring it out when they were in their thirties or forties.

If played right, this cherished footage could ensure she’d be well provided for the rest of her life.

Especially Wang Dong, the dragon binder.

Such a pity she couldn’t capture it.

In her possession were over a dozen complete sets of Hasselblad cameras and lenses, but she couldn’t take them out.

Her heart was colder than the frozen waters of the Mudan River.

Of course, Principal Wu didn’t understand her ulterior motives, but he patted her shoulder to comfort her generously: "It’s alright, these images will forever stay in your memories, inspiring you to move forward..."

Lin Nianhe looked at her comrades still with fiery gazes and very consciously refrained from revealing her true thoughts to avoid being collectively rebuked.

In the front courtyard, a few were rushing through their meals; Wen Lan and Wang Shumei had gone back to change clothes. Only Lin Nianhe squatted by the front entrance feeling melancholic, pondering—she seemed to have forgotten something again.

"Sister-in-law... Teacher Lin!"

Seeing Wu Genmao and Cao Shijian again, Lin Nianhe remembered what she had forgotten.

She waved them over and, once they approached, took out twenty yuan and some coupons from her pocket and handed them over: "I’ll be going to the commune for a meeting this afternoon. Can you help me buy some rice, flour, oil, eggs, meat or canned goods if available, as well as candles, work gloves, and straw hats?"

Wu Genmao listened very attentively, muttering the list to himself as he did.

"After you’ve bought them, deliver these items to the Educated Youth Corps at Victory Team," Lin Nianhe continued, "there’s a new educated youth who arrived at your team today called Sie Yufei, give them all to him."

Wu Genmao hadn’t spoken yet when Cao Shijian perked up: "Sister-in-law, is that your beau?"

Lin Nianhe: "...?"

Cao Shijian, with a face that screamed ’I totally get it’: "Are you planning to buy him a couple of boxers?"

Lin Nianhe: "...!"

Cao Shijian continued: "I heard from third bro that sister-in-law loves to make boxers for big bro, and every time big bro wears new boxers, he’s over the moon."

Lin Nianhe: "..."

This... this... Suddenly, she really wanted to find a quiet corner to let Cao Shijian elaborate in detail.

She shook her head and glared at Cao Shijian, saying, "Stop guessing wildly, he’s my childhood friend. If you keep talking nonsense, I’ll have Teacher Wen sew your mouth shut."

After thinking for a moment, she added, "He’s come to your commune to work in the countryside. If you can, give him a hand."

Cao Dayue nodded repeatedly: "Don’t worry, sister-in-law, I’ll definitely take good care of your man!"

Lin Nianhe: "..."

She felt like slapping something.

She didn’t need to lift a finger. Wu Genmao kicked Cao Shijian to the side with one foot.

Wu Genmao chuckled and said, "Teacher Lin, rest assured, we’re going to buy the stuff and deliver it right away... You don’t have to worry about it, the brigade leader is Shi Jian’s own uncle; just a word will do."

Lin Nianhe looked at the seemingly reliable Wu Genmao and nodded, "Okay, I’ll leave it to you... Keep two yuan each, and use the rest to buy things for him."

"Alright!" Wu Genmao got even more excited.

Hanging out with the big bro before, he wouldn’t even see a couple of yuan at the end of the month, but now, he had made seven yuan in just a few days.

While they were talking, Uncle Guan leisurely drove the ox cart over.

Lin Nianhe tossed her bicycle key to Wu Genmao, "You guys ride the bike, just bring it back to me tomorrow morning."

"Alright, alright."

Grabbing Cao Shijian with excitement, Wu Genmao went to the backyard to get a bike and rode off.

On the way, Cao Shijian, rubbing his lower back and grimacing in pain, said, "Niuwa, are you sick? Why the hell did you kick me?"

Wu Genmao pedaled hard, not even turning his head back, "You’re such a dimwit. Sister-in-law is so young; you talk such nonsense with her. If you make sister-in-law angry, and she tells big bro, you think he won’t beat the crap out of you?"

Finally, Cao Shijian remembered the day he first met Lin Nianhe.

He shivered and touched his neck, "What about her man, then? Are we taking care of him or not?"

"Bullshit!" Wu Genmao couldn’t hold back, stopped the bike, turned around, and gave Cao Shijian another whack, "Hurry back and talk to your uncle. Don’t even think about tossing Cao Dayue over there, otherwise, we’re both screwed!"

Cao Shijian was admittedly a bit gossipy about affairs between men and women, but without overthinking, he grasped the horror within.

He immediately grasped Wu Genmao’s neck with his hand, "Hurry then, let’s head back to the commune. The man sister-in-law has her eyes on, my uncle must have already made his move!"

"Ah? Is it really that serious?"

"Hurry, hurry! Do I not know my uncle’s character? If we dally a bit longer, sister-in-law’s brother-in-law’s innocence is at stake!"

Cao Shijian wasn’t wrong this time.

At this very moment, a girl stood in front of Youngest Master Sie, bashful and timid... handing over a big soup bowl.