Transmigration: Flirted with My Childhood Sweetheart
Chapter 212 - 211: Niuwa’s Reward

Chapter 212: Chapter 211: Niuwa’s Reward

Zhang Dahu felt comforted; he lifted his hand and wiped his eyes with the back, looking eagerly at Lin Nianhe, "Teacher Lin, could you teach me too? I’m sure I can learn... Please, Teacher Lin, I really can learn, and you can have me do the calculations later!"

Lin Nianhe, one hand propped against her cheek, mercilessly refused, "I’m just a teacher at the village school; I can only teach the students there."

Zhang Dahu, tricked successfully into the pit by Lin Nianhe and Niuwa, exclaimed, "I’ll go to school! I’ll go to school! Teach me, Teacher Lin!"

"Alright, that will do."

Lin Nianhe nodded reluctantly.

Her fingers covered her curling lips, but couldn’t hide the smile in her eyes.

Zhang Dahu presented the one yuan tuition fee his mother gave him and successfully enrolled without feeling tricked at all.

Just like that, when he was taken away by He Jianjun, he still waved at Lin Nianhe reluctantly, "Teacher Lin, I’ll study hard."

Lin Nianhe replied, "Good."

Zhang Dahu then said to Niuwa, "Niuwa, just wait, I’ll definitely calculate faster than you!"

Niuwa responded, "Good."

He Jianjun and Zhang Dahu’s figures disappeared from sight, and Lin Nianhe looked down, just as Niuwa looked up at her.

Lin Nianhe bent down, lifted him high, and made Niuwa laugh heartily.

"Niuwa is amazing! Tell me, what reward do you want? Anything in this world that flies in the sky or swims in the sea, I can get it for you."

Lin Nianhe spoke with extra confidence.

Principal Wu watched them, a smile also tinging her lips.

Niuwa hugged Lin Nianhe’s neck and whispered a few words into her ear.

Lin Nianhe blinked, turning to him, "Is that what you want?"

Niuwa pursed his lips and nodded seriously, "Yes, I want this... Can I?"

"Of course, my precious," Lin Nianhe, her heart softened completely, touched her forehead to his head and said, "Wait, I’ll go get it right now."

"Thank you, Sister Lin. Sister Lin is the best!" Niuwa beamed, sneakily glancing at Principal Wu.

Lin Nianhe set him down and also looked back at Principal Wu.

Principal Wu: "...?"

What are these two little bastards plotting?

She soon found out what they were plotting and what Niuwa wanted.

When Lin Nianhe came back, she gave Niuwa a small paper packet.

Niuwa, with a joyous smile, ran over to Principal Wu, opened his little hand, and handed it to her, "Principal Mother, this is the medicine Sister Lin gave you for this afternoon, the one you said would make you feel better after taking."

Principal Wu was stunned, seeing Niuwa’s eyes full of hope, her hand trembling slightly.

The palm-sized paper packet was cold, yet it burned like a hot iron in her palm.

In the afternoon, when Niuwa asked if she was still in pain, she said she wasn’t, because she had taken the medicine Sister Lin had given her.

That evening, Little Niuwa got a promise from his Sister Lin. He originally didn’t want anything, but he still asked for the medicine that would make Principal Mother feel better after taking.

He knew that as long as Sister Lin was there, she would definitely give medicine to Principal Mother without him asking.

But he was scared that one day, if Sister Lin wasn’t there, Principal Mother would suffer without the medicine.

Principal Wu clutched the paper packet, slowly squatting down to embrace Niuwa in her arms.

"Silly child... I’m really okay..."

Tears slid down Principal Wu’s cheeks, dampening the back of Niuwa’s neck.

Feeling the scorching tears, Niuwa raised his hand to encircle Principal Wu’s neck, patting her back like a little adult, "Principal Mother, don’t cry..."

Beneath the moonlight, this pair, not mother and son by blood, embraced each other quietly, holding onto one another.

Lin Nianhe quietly retreated, taking with her the lazy Sie Yufei and the source of all evils, Wu Genmao.

Sie Yufei yawned, saying to Lin Nianhe, "Xiao He, if there’s nothing else, I’m heading back first."

"Something’s up, come with me."

Lin Nianhe led them, with a somber face, to the Educated Youth Corps.

She entered her own little room, and soon after brought out two mesh bags.

One was filled with canned meat and common medicines, along with a half-used pack of realgar powder which she handed to Sie Yufei; the other contained two aluminum lunch boxes she gave to Wu Genmao.

She said, "Take the lunch boxes back to Cao Shijian, they’re for him to keep. Take these with you, spread the realgar powder as soon as possible, the paper packaging has instructions for usage and dosage, find it when you need it."

She also said, "Little Fourth Sie, work honestly tomorrow and don’t bully anyone."

She added, "Wu Genmao, remember, because of your careless talk with Zhang Dahu today, you owe yourself a beating."

Sie Yufei looked puzzledly at Wu Genmao, "What did you say?"

Wu Genmao glanced uncertainly at Lin Nianhe, "Why owe that?"

Lin Nianhe: "..."

She had never seen someone so eager to be beaten!

Taking a deep breath, she raised her wrist to check her watch, "Because it’s time for me to cultivate my mind with some reading and studying, and currently, my mood isn’t there, I’m worried I might go too easy on you."

Sie Yufei gave her a thumbs-up, "You’re always so clever!"

Wu Genmao touched his nose innocently, trying to justify, "I really didn’t say much..."

Lin Nianhe waved them off, "Alright, you guys go first. Be careful on the way." After speaking, she handed them a flashlight.

They left, and from a distance, Sie Yufei could still be heard asking Wu Genmao what exactly he had said.

Lin Nianhe shook her head gently, originally planning to head back to her room to take a shower, but remembering Wen Lan was still at the clinic, she instead headed for Wang Shumei’s room.

"Sister Shumei, what are you doing?"

Wang Shumei was writing a letter at the table. Seeing Lin Nianhe arrive, she didn’t stop her, gesturing for her to close the door before speaking, "You and Xiao Lan were out when I received a telegram from my sister-in-law; my brother will be coming in five days."

"I see," Lin Nianhe nodded lightly, "It definitely can’t be sent from the provincial city, I suspect Bai Bo will have people watching Brother Qian’s vehicle, tell Brother Qian to tell him, nothing this month."

"Okay." Wang Shumei nodded, then glanced towards Wen Lan’s room, "Xiao Lan has already made six coats."

"Um, she told me about that today," Lin Nianhe propped her chin with one hand, pondering for a moment then asked, "Brother Qian is quite familiar with the black market on your end, right?"

"Yes." Wen Lan nodded, "Very familiar, my brother once saved a big boss there, they share a life-saving bond."

"Then have Brother Qian bring goods back when he returns, I’ll prepare four thousand jin of fruit for him, plus the coats made by Sister Lan, load as much as his vehicle can carry, the rest I’ll have someone handle."

"Wouldn’t that be a bit problematic on your end?" Wang Shumei hesitated, "Or should we just forget it?"

Their plan to send goods to the provincial city was precisely because the vehicle would be empty on the journey there, hence anything could be loaded. But on the way back, it might not be so straightforward. Less could still be manageable, but more, and having Lin Nianhe take it away, would be troublesome.

"Come on, earning money yet complaining about difficulties, Sister Shumei, you’re drifting," Lin Nianhe shook her head indicating her to be assured, "Let’s try this for now, if it works, we can also sell more goods next time back and forth."

"Alright, I’ll talk to him."

With the month’s delivery settled, Lin Nianhe felt much relieved. After chatting idly with Wang Shumei for a while, she finally went back to take her bath and read.

At ten o’clock, Lin Nianhe went to bed on time.

At ten-thirty, she started having a nightmare.

In her dream, it was the apocalypse she had experienced.

She hadn’t dreamt of those scenes for a very long time, maybe because the man today was too disgusting, it rekindled her memories.

The despairing feeling of hunger, so intense it’s etched in her bones, felt all too real, even in her dream, along with those desperate cries and the expanse of blood...

"Ah!"

Lin Nianhe suddenly woke up, her sleeping clothes soaked with cold sweat.

She gasped heavily, stretched her hand out of the quilt, clutching tightly to the edge of the bed.

It seemed only that way could she reassure herself that she was still in the 70s, a not so wonderful yet particularly wonderful era.

"Thump thump thump."

Suddenly, a gentle knocking sound reached Lin Nianhe’s ears.

She had just calmed down, and her heart tightened up again instantly.