Transmigration: Flirted with My Childhood Sweetheart
Chapter 294 - 293: Make Accountant Zhao Roll Twice

Chapter 294: Chapter 293: Make Accountant Zhao Roll Twice

Lin Nianhe felt that her body had made the choice for her—to die now, because she was already experiencing auditory hallucinations.

She reached out for the sickle, intending to chop a couple more corn stalks to show her unyielding spirit and the unbelievable will that even fate could not command.

Before Lin Nianhe could touch the sickle, someone had already approached her from behind.

She blinked, somewhat disbelieving her own eyes.

Su Yuncheng frowned, his eyes full of concern as he looked at her: "Nianhe? Feeling dizzy?"

Lin Nianhe’s hand that was reaching out turned a corner, pinching Su Yuncheng’s leg, she asked, "Does it hurt?"

Seeing her abnormal behavior, Su Yuncheng became even more worried: "It doesn’t hurt. What’s the matter with you? Are you feeling unwell?"

Lin Nianhe howled in despair and let go: "It really is a dream!"

She thought so, how could Su Yuncheng possibly appear here?

Is this the last bit of sweetness at the brink of death?

Fine then, at least she got to see his face that she liked again.

Su Yuncheng: "..."

Alright, he knew now, the girl was exhausted and had collapsed mentally.

He knelt down in front of her, took out a piece of candy, peeled it, and stuffed it into her mouth, asking, "Sweet?"

Lin Nianhe smacked her lips and nodded: "Sweet."

Su Yuncheng chuckled softly as he picked up her sickle and said, "If it’s sweet then it’s not a dream. Go break corn at the back, I’ll take over."

Lin Nianhe wanted to stand up in surprise, but when she exerted force, she only bounced up a few centimeters.

"Brother Yuncheng, how come you are here?" she asked.

Wearing a navy blue and white striped shirt, Su Yuncheng rolled up his sleeves as he responded: "I don’t have much going on recently, came to help with the autumn harvest." He paused, then added, "Feng Wei is here too. Your production team has many Educated youth, and many are new, the leaders are worried that the urgent harvesting tasks won’t be completed."

He wasn’t sure whom this unnecessary explanation was for.

He lowered his eyes to meet hers as she looked up at him, her eyes sparkling as if seeing a savior.

Su Yuncheng’s heart ached.

How much hardship had she endured.

Ignoring everything else, Su Yuncheng whispered to her softly: "If you can’t do it, don’t force yourself, I’ll handle it."

Lin Nianhe really wanted to cry.

The autumn harvest was far beyond her capabilities, and it wasn’t something that could be solved with intellect; she simply couldn’t find a way or hope to complete it.

She wiped away her tears, nodded and said, "I’ll go have some water, I’ll replace you when you’re tired."

"Go on," Su Yuncheng replied, adding, "Your class kids are young, keep an eye on them, don’t let them get hurt."

He thought that having her stay with the children might be a bit easier for her.

Lin Nianhe pushed herself up off the ground, which was covered in corn stalks that felt like stepping on cotton.

She saw several fifth-grade boys also taking up sickles, saw older children sitting on corn stalks breaking the ears of corn, saw the little kids from her class dragging baskets, picking up the ears that their older siblings had broken off, moving them in groups of two or three to the field ridges.

She saw the team leader charging ahead, rapidly harvesting the corn stalks; saw Uncle Guan driving a bullock cart, dumping baskets of corn into the cart before taking them to the grain drying yard.

She even saw Accountant Zhao; his wheelchair was on the field ridge, while he sat on the cornstalks breaking ears of corn with others, moving to the next spot by rolling over without needing anyone’s help.

She also saw Principal Wu among the boys, instructing them to pay attention to safety while waving a sickle; she was coughing but didn’t slow down.

Ah, the last irrigation for the corn was sweat and tears.

Lin Nianhe raised her hand to wipe the tears from her face, her feet uncontrollably walking towards Principal Wu.

"Principal, you can’t do this with all this dust, let me."

She blocked Principal Wu’s hand, and snatched the sickle.

"Eh?" Principal Wu looked at her puzzlingly, about to speak but started coughing first, "Cough cough cough... Why did you come over? Have you finished your side?"

"The comrades from the police station came to help," Lin Nianhe waved towards Niuwa who was moving corn on one side, "Niuwa, come, take Principal Mother back."

"Okay!" Niuwa responded, tripping over as he ran towards them.

Principal Wu heard "police station" and knew who had come; she wiped her sweat and said, "I’m fine, Nianhe, really, I can work."

"I know you can do it, but it’s unnecessary," Lin Nianhe said. "Principal, it’s so hot. The villagers can easily get heat stroke. Go to my room, behind the door there is a sack of mung beans donated by Zheng Shan’s mother for our brigade. Take them and make some mung bean soup for the villagers."

As she spoke, she took out her house key and stuffed it into Principal Wu’s hand.

Principal Wu said, "Let those few pregnant comrades do this job. I’ll stay in the fields."

"You can’t neglect the logistical work. Besides, those sisters are all seven or eight months pregnant, and it’s hard for them to bend over to cook. Please, you go," Lin Nianhe gave her responisbility to Niuwa. "The villagers will have the energy to work after drinking the mung bean soup. Each person can swing one more sickle, which is even more than you could do in a day."

Principal Wu wanted to refuse, but as she opened her mouth, she couldn’t help but start coughing again.

Niuwa supported her arm, with teary eyes, and said, "Principal Mother, please listen to Sister Hehe’s advice. If you fall ill, you really won’t be able to do anything."

In persuading Principal Wu, Niuwa was unbeatable.

Principal Wu weighed for a moment, and finally nodded.

But she didn’t let Niuwa accompany her, and left on her own with the key.

Lin Nianhe resumed swinging her sickle, but this time, she felt less resentful in her heart.

Every time she felt she couldn’t persevere any longer, she would let Accountant Zhao revolve around her mind a couple of times, and suddenly, it was like being injected with chicken blood, feeling an inexhaustible burst of energy.

"Brother Cheng, I don’t know where Sister Lin has gone."

Feng Wei took over Wang Shumei’s sickle and followed behind Su Yuncheng.

"Hmm?" Su Yuncheng stopped his motion and looked back; indeed, he didn’t see Lin Nianhe among those picking corn.

He was just about to go look for her when Niuwa came over with a small basket on his back.

"Brother Su, Sister Hehe is helping Principal Mother with some work; she asked me to tell you," said Niuwa, his little face flushed and beads of sweat on his nose tip.

Su Yuncheng sighed in relief, handed him a piece of candy, and said, "Go tell her, if she can’t do it, don’t force it. Be safe."

Niuwa took the candy, his eyes smiled into crescents: "Thank you, brother-in-law!"

Su Yuncheng: "...!"

His ears instantly turned red; he immediately looked around.

Fortunately, there was only Feng Wei nearby.

Hmm, no one else.

He ignored the stunned Feng Wei, took off his labor protection gloves, and handed a yuan to Niuwa: "Cough, buy some candy."

Niuwa’s smile brightened: "Thanks, brother-in-law! You’re so nice; I will share the candy with Sister Hehe."

Niuwa ran off laughing, Feng Wei stood in place, looking at Su Yuncheng’s kind expression, his lips twitching in fear.

He truly is Sister Lin’s student, too impressive!

Just as he was marveling, he suddenly felt Su Yuncheng’s deadly stare.

Feng Wei pulled a smile, "Hehehe, Brother Cheng..."

"You can’t talk, and you can’t work?" Su Yuncheng dropped the remark and turned back to continue chopping the corn stalks.

Feng Wei: "..."

It seemed like because of that little bastard, he became even more disliked by Brother Cheng!

Not only did Niuwa give the candy to Lin Nianhe, he also brought her the water bottle.

"Sister Hehe, have some water." Niuwa reached out to take her sickle, "Let me hold it for you."

"Thank you."

Lin Nianhe ruffled the little guy’s hair and tilted her head to drink.

Niuwa said, "The candy was from Brother Su, and he also gave me a yuan."

Lin Nianhe was puzzled: "Why?"

Why suddenly give Niuwa money?

Niuwa blinked, "Because I thanked him when he gave me the candy."

"So he gave you a yuan?"

"Yes!"

Lin Nianhe: "..."

She had ten thousand thank yous to say today.