Transmigration: Flirted with My Childhood Sweetheart
Chapter 239 - 238 I’m Not That Kind of Deceiver

Chapter 239: Chapter 238 I’m Not That Kind of Deceiver

Lin Nianhe considered the soil, climate, sunlight, environment... a series of factors, only to have Li Dahe tell her they planted corn because that’s what the commune distributed.

Lin Nianhe stood still, motionless for a full half a minute, not even blinking.

Li Dahe glanced at her and asked, "Why’d you start asking about this?"

Lin Nianhe was so worried she almost pulled her own hair out: "Today, the principal was teaching the kids a song, and they came back asking me why the song mentions soybeans and sorghum, but we plant corn."

Li Dahe cursed with a laugh: "These little bastards are just making trouble because they’re bored!"

Lin Nianhe’s mouth twitched slightly: "I’m sure you and Wen Lan must have lots to talk about."

"Don’t get me started, Miss Wen really matches my temperament—forthright and efficient! Uncle Guan was just praising her to me the other day, saying..."

"Hey, hey, enough," Lin Nianhe cut him off, "It’s not that I’m jealous of Sister Lan being praised, but Uncle Team Leader, could you please think of something to explain to the kids from a national and public welfare perspective?"

Li Dahe: "..."

Lin Nianhe looked at Li Dahe with eyes full of encouragement and expectation.

She thought that the commune must have had a reason for distributing the seeds, surely the agronomists’ research wasn’t shared with the vast number of peasant comrades as to why this particular crop was chosen. There must be a rationale behind what is grown where.

Lin Nianhe watched him for a while and said, "You’re too idle."

Lin Nianhe’s eyes shifted around, she looked down and played with her nails, speaking slowly, "If you help me with this, during this winter’s slack farming season, I should be able to find some work for the villagers, like assembling matchboxes or something..."

Li Dahe laughed out loud: "You’re not big, but you sure talk big. Who can just do match factory work? Even city folks can’t find good jobs, so how can it be our turn?"

Just a job assembling ten thousand matchboxes for four yuan, and yet, so many are eager to do it and can’t find a way in.

Lin Nianhe glanced at him and continued to pick at her hands, "The principal told you he wanted to raise chickens at the village school, and you only let him keep two, but I walked around the commune, and Uncle Feng said we can raise as many as we like."

Li Dahe rolled his eyes: "He let you con him."

"Just admit the result was good," Lin Nianhe said, tilting her head in a rascal manner.

"Fine, even if it was good, what does that have to do with you getting work from the match factory?"

"You can’t do it, but I can," Lin Nianhe chuckled, "Just a few words, it’s no big loss for you, right?"

Li Dahe nodded but didn’t move.

Lin Nianhe asked, "Still no good? You don’t know what to say? Do you need me to help you... ah no, think of something?"

Li Dahe shook his head, still motionless.

Lin Nianhe frowned: "What are you trying to say?"

Li Dahe took a puff of smoke, exhaled slowly, and said with a troubled expression, "I just feel like you’re conning me too, but I can’t figure out how."

Lin Nianhe widened her eyes, holding her chest with a look of grievance: "As kind as I am, would I con you?"

Li Dahe: "You sure can!"

Lin Nianhe: "..."

In the end, Li Dahe still followed Lin Nianhe to the village school.

He really couldn’t figure out how Lin Nianhe might be conning him, nor could he think of any harm this would do to Ten Miles Team.

Even if it came to nothing—it was just a few words. He might as well indulge these naughty kids and the little bastards for some fun.

When they returned to the first-grade classroom, the little kids were diligently doing their homework, no one whispering or running around, they didn’t even notice Lin Nianhe had come back.

Lin Nianhe couldn’t help but straighten her back and smugly raised her chin at Li Dahe.

Look, how well-behaved her students are! They’re the same with or without the teacher!

Li Dahe was genuinely surprised and looked at Lin Nianhe with a hint of admiration.

He knew better than anyone how rowdy these naughty kids could be, uncontrollable by even their parents, yet here they were, quietly doing their homework in the classroom.

The sullen look on the pig’s face had faded a bit, and a reluctant, benevolent smile appeared on Li Dahe’s face.

Lin Nianhe gently clapped her hands twice, drawing the students’ attention.

When all the little ones were looking at her, she then said, "Classmates, the Team Leader is very willing to clear up everyone’s doubts, and has specially set aside work to come and explain to everyone in person. Let’s give him a round of applause to welcome him."

The students obediently clapped their hands, their eyes eagerly fixed on Li Dahe.

Li Dahe cleared his throat, walked onto the podium with hands behind his back, truly embodying the stable presence of a production team leader.

He said, "You all want to know why we’re planting corn, right?"

"Yes——"

The children answered in unison with elongated tones.

Li Dahe said, "Our seeds are distributed by the commune, and why does the commune distribute corn seeds instead of sorghum rice seeds? That’s because the country needs us to plant corn, my land, our sweat, are all to be dedicated to the country!"

Li Dahe’s voice rose and fell with emotion, brimming with fervor.

The students’ eyes grew brighter as they looked at Li Dahe’s not-so-tall figure; they opened their mouths in agreement.

Li Dahe then recited a few quotations, finally saying, "Study hard, and in the future, contribute to the country."

He turned to Lin Nianhe, with an "it’s got to be your Uncle Team Leader, right?" look in his eyes.

Lin Nianhe gave him a thumbs up: "It could only be you who can be the Team Leader."

Although he didn’t explain exactly why they needed to plant corn here, it had a very good motivational effect.

Look, the little ones were sitting even straighter as they wrote.

Li Dahe gestured with his chin for Lin Nianhe to follow him out.

He asked, "How’s the matchbox situation?"

Lin Nianhe replied plainly, "Rest assured, Uncle Team Leader, I’m ninety percent sure."

Li Dahe furrowed his brow, "And the remaining ten percent...?"

"The remaining ten percent account for the possibility of the match factory being unreliable and having to shut down."

Li Dahe’s brow twitched, as if he were about to kick Lin Nianhe: "Don’t jinx it with that mouth of yours! If someone hears that, I can’t protect you!"

Lin Nianhe laughed and dodged, waving at him, "Thanks for the hard work, Uncle Team Leader, I’m heading back."

Li Dahe gave her a warning glare but didn’t return to the Team Leader’s Office; instead, he turned and walked toward the second-grade classroom.

Lin Nianhe was puzzled, "Uncle Team Leader, where are you going?"

"Oh, I think I spoke rather well just now, I’ll go and talk to the other students too."

Lin Nianhe: "..."

Alright, Uncle Team Leader was hooked on giving speeches.

Lin Nianhe pursed her lips, chuckled, and went back to the classroom, then added, "What crops we plant are determined by agricultural researchers. They know which soil is more suitable for what crops and can also cultivate higher-yielding seeds."

"So, you see, to farm well, you need to have an education as well. Listen to the Team Leader, study well, and in the future, contribute to the country."

Niuwa, holding his pen, looked at her curiously and asked, "How high-yielding can a well-researched seed be?"

Lin Nianhe suddenly remembered an old man who had passed away.

Her eyes teared up slightly, she took a deep breath and said, "Perhaps, the yield of rice per acre could reach eighteen or nineteen hundred catties."

"Wow, does that mean the granaries will be stuffed full?"

"Does that mean we can eat rice every month?"

A bunch of little foodies couldn’t help but eagerly discuss upon hearing about eating.

Lin Nianhe looked at them and answered in a very soft voice, "That’s possible... just afraid that in the future you guys might get tired of eating it."