Transmigration: Flirted with My Childhood Sweetheart
Chapter 292 - 291: Counting Money is Really Hard Work

Chapter 292: Chapter 291: Counting Money is Really Hard Work

Wang Dong, looking dispirited and listless, took Sie Yufei to see Accountant Zhao to get a sickle and then led him back dragging his feet.

Seeing his demeanor like a child whose father had died and whose mother had remarried, Sie Yufei couldn’t help but suspect that Wang Dong’s sweetheart had run off with someone else.

Youngest Master Sie, still quite kind-hearted, didn’t ask directly. Instead, he patted Wang Dong on the shoulder and said, "Brother, the road stretches forward, and one must look ahead."

Wang Dong: "..."

He didn’t want to go or look; all he wanted was his little bamboo pole.

Wang Dong sighed as he stepped into the Educated Youth Corps, intending to continue his efforts to save his beloved pole.

The sound of sharpening knives still floated through the courtyard.

Wang Dong paid no attention to them and went straight to his little corner to pick up his little bamboo pole...

Hmm?

Hmm?

Wang Dong held the bamboo pole and rubbed his eyes vigorously.

A whole piece, a complete whole piece!

He subconsciously thought someone had replaced his little bamboo pole, but upon closer inspection, the character for "Dong" on the end of the bamboo pole was still there—it was his own handwriting!

"Who fixed this for me?" Wang Dong abruptly turned around, his eyes sparkling with brilliant light.

Sun Guanghui chuckled in response: "It was Comrade Lin who glued it for you, you should properly thank her."

Wang Dong, holding the bamboo pole, dashed over to Lin Nianhe with an agile step and bowed deeply at 108 degrees: "Teacher Lin! Thank you!"

Lin Nianhe’s hand trembled, and the sickle made a sharp "zing" sound.

It gave her a start.

She said, "Although the glue claims to stick anything, you should still be careful when you use it, don’t break it again."

"Yes! Yes, yes, yes!" Wang Dong, holding his bamboo pole like a precious treasure, grinned like an idiot, "Teacher Lin, if there’s anything you need, just let me know. I’ll go through fire and water for you!"

After saying that, he squatted down in front of Lin Nianhe and snatched the sickle from her hands: "Here! I’ll sharpen it for you!"

Sun Guanghui frowned helplessly: "Dongzi, this is a learning process, can you help her every day in the future?"

Wang Dong, adeptly sharpening the sickle without looking up, said: "I’ll help every day if I have to! Just for this, I’ll sharpen Teacher Lin’s sickle for a lifetime!"

Lin Nianhe: "..."

Thank you, but she did not want sickles for a lifetime.

She still thought it was better to use a combine harvester for the crop harvest.

Lin Nianhe tried to get her sickle back when Niuwa ran in like the wind, calling out: "Sister Hehe, there’s a phone call for you."

"Okay, coming."

Lin Nianhe thanked Wang Dong, then took Niuwa’s little hand and headed towards the brigade office.

Zheng Lirong was on the phone.

She asked how the children were doing, and after learning that Zheng Shan and Bai Xiaojun were now in Lin Nianhe’s class, she felt much relieved.

"Sister, I won’t chat much, relatives arrived at our home this morning and I need to go see them... The harvest season is coming up for you guys, right? I sent some things for you, make sure you eat them."

Lin Nianhe understood immediately and promptly responded: "Okay, Sister, go ahead with your work. But bear in mind, the two children will also have to do farm work during the harvest, so don’t feel too sorry for them."

"I’m not worried with you looking after them, you’re better at taking care of the kids than I am."

"Haha, they can’t really do much work anyway, I’ll let you know when the specific arrangements are made, how’s everything at home?"

"Everything’s fine, don’t worry." Zheng Lirong’s voice carried a smile, as if she wanted to convey through her tone that things were going well on her end, and then she added, "Call me if you need anything. A relative of mine will be passing by your area on their way back home in five days. If you need anything, I’ll have them bring it to you."

"Alright, I’ll call you if there’s anything."

"Alright!"

That night, after everyone had gone to bed, Lin Nianhe quietly climbed over the wall and went down to the cellar.

As soon as Lin Nianhe aired out the cellar door, she couldn’t wait to climb down.

In a corner were two burlap sacks.

Lin Nianhe opened one to find one filled with rice and white flour, and the other with fruit cans and a wooden box with a lock.

Lin Nianhe immediately picked up the wooden box, used the key left behind by Zheng Lirong to unlock it, and was greeted by neat stacks of banknotes.

Lin Nianhe: "...!"

She put the wooden box and burlap sacks into her space, and hurried back to the Educated Youth Corps.

Once back in her cabin, she hung the door bolt and then randomly took out a pile of miscellaneous stuff from her space to block the door.

After doing all this, she contentedly went over to the table, and took out that wooden box again.

Time to count money!

Nothing is more joyful than secretly counting money after an undemanding day!

Lin Nianhe chuckled as she counted for five minutes, then got tired.

The denomination of the banknotes was ten yuan, and after counting for five minutes, she had tallied up four thousand three hundred and sixty yuan.

Looking at the more than half of the money left in the box, Lin Nianhe silently took out a money counting machine.

Oh, the wonders of technology!

The technology quickly informed Lin Nianhe of her income: ten thousand and eight hundred yuan.

Lin Nianhe took out her ledger, added this amount, and now she had a total of thirty-two thousand yuan.

Looking at this number, Lin Nianhe couldn’t help but sigh with resignation, "I might be a little too outstanding, how will the other transmigrators manage?"

In her previous life, she sat on billions in assets, and now she was gleeful over just over thirty thousand yuan; it was quite literally a step back in time.

However, Lin Nianhe would absolutely not remind herself of that.

After her daily self-compliment was over, she remembered she still had rice, flour, and canned goods to deal with.

Lin Nianhe knew that Zheng Lirong gave her rice and flour probably because she had mentioned she didn’t have grains in her goods, which must have made Zheng Lirong think it inappropriate for her to buy them, hence the subsidy;

And the canned goods...

Looking at the fruit cans that occupied more than half of the total, Lin Nianhe figured it was highly likely that the duo Wu Cao had betrayed her penchant for canned fruits while acting as spies.

Lin Nianhe set aside the rice and flour, then carefully picked out one of each kind of canned goods, planning to deliver them to Uncle Guan’s house tomorrow.

It wasn’t that she was greedy for this treat, but having too much could arouse suspicion. There was no need to invite trouble when she could easily treat the two kids at her place.

After finishing all this, Lin Nianhe was so tired she went straight to bed and slept.

The next day, when Wang Shumei came knocking and calling for her, Lin Nianhe was about to say "come in" when she remembered all the stuff she used to block the door last night wasn’t cleared yet.

She scrambled to tidy up the stuff blocking the door and took out four sets of coral fleece pajamas from her space, which she had prepared in advance, before finally opening the door.

Wang Shumei looked puzzled and asked her, "What’s with the dilly-dallying?"

Lin Nianhe pulled her in, whispered secretively, "I got the clothes."

"Ah? I didn’t hear any noise." Wang Shumei was surprised and reached for her pocket, "How much?"

"No need," Lin Nianhe waved her hand nonchalantly, "These clothes are dirt cheap out there."

With that, she handed the package to her, "Three sets are for you, both Xiaoxiao and you have one, and so does your sister-in-law. She’s pregnant, right? She can wear them during her confinement, don’t let her get cold. There’s also a set for Sister Lan, it’s not easy to mail these things. I’ll get it to her when she comes home for the New Year."

Wang Shumei instinctively started pulling out her own clothes, "I don’t need it, I’m healthy and not afraid of the cold."

Lin Nianhe glared at her, "Put them on! If you get cold... it’ll lead to sickness when you get older!"

Wang Shumei stopped, her eyes fixed on Lin Nianhe’s, which were turning red.

Lin Nianhe took half a step back, "What are you doing?"

Wang Shumei, "I’m reminded of my grandma, she always used to say that."

Lin Nianhe: "..."