Transmigration: Flirted with My Childhood Sweetheart
Chapter 296 - 295: Let’s Fight!

Chapter 296: Chapter 295: Let’s Fight!

Su Yuncheng looked at Lin Nianhe in silence for a moment, then said to her, "Wait here for a bit."

Lin Nianhe: "...?"

After he spoke, he put down the water jug and picked up a sickle.

Su Yuncheng moved past three rows of corn and used the sickle to clear out a small area.

He broke off some corn and set it aside, doing his best to lay down corn husks to make the ground flat.

After doing this, he came out and said to Lin Nianhe, "You go lie down for a while, no one’s here, and Feng Wei will take about fifteen minutes to catch up. I’ll keep an eye on him for you."

Lin Nianhe: "...?"

She just wanted to bluff her way to a dollar, and he made her a bed?

Lin Nianhe stared into Su Yuncheng’s eyes and reminded him, "Brother Yuncheng, I just said thank you, did you... forget something?"

Su Yuncheng thought for a while and answered, "No need to thank me?"

Lin Nianhe: "..."

Su Yuncheng didn’t know how Niuwa explained the money to Lin Nianhe, just as Lin Nianhe didn’t know what the key words were that Niuwa said to get the money.

The two looked at each other, both somewhat bewildered.

One was wondering why she wasn’t lying down yet, and the other was wondering if she had said thank you the wrong way.

After a long while, Lin Nianhe gave up.

She had no ability to think today; she didn’t want to use her brain.

She said, "I’m fine, everyone’s working, I’ll go back too."

Su Yuncheng saw her leaving and reached out to grab her wrist.

With a slight frown, he said, "Nianhe, you’re weak, you can’t do these tasks. Be obedient and take a rest, we won’t miss one person."

If they did, he would make up for it.

Lin Nianhe felt the heat of his palm and a blush crept up her cheeks quietly.

She glanced back and saw the waving corn leaves obscured her view; probably no one outside could see what she was doing.

She said, "They all saw me come to bring you water. If I stay too long..."

Her heart raced, her voice a bit unstable.

Su Yuncheng suddenly snapped out of it, quickly let go of her hand, and said, "Then, take it easy with your work. If you can’t finish it, just leave it there, I’ll come help you after I’m done here."

"Alright, good," Lin Nianhe nodded like a pecking chicken, "Don’t tire yourself out either, I can manage."

Su Yuncheng smiled, "Don’t worry, I’ve also helped my former leaders with farming."

"Then I’m leaving."

"Okay, take it slow, watch your step."

Lin Nianhe hurriedly left with the water jug, feeling Su Yuncheng’s gaze on her the whole time, her face reddening even more.

She placed the water jug back by the field ridge and just happened to overhear Li Dahe talking with an official from the commune.

"Alright, then she can stay with us for now. Just let us know ahead of time when you will come to pick her up."

"Thanks, Captain Li."

"It’s nothing."

The official turned and left, and Li Dahe handed that frail girl a sickle, pointing to two rows of corn stalks, "Then you can start with chopping these two rows of corn stalks."

After saying that, he too turned and walked away with his hands behind his back.

Lin Nianhe was a bit puzzled.

That girl looked frail, and didn’t seem to have any farming experience, yet Li Dahe directly assigned her the hardest and most tiring tasks without even someone to show her how.

This didn’t seem like Uncle Team Leader’s style.

What surprised Lin Nianhe even more was that the little girl didn’t complain at all, didn’t make any requests, and just went down to work right away.

Lin Nianhe craned her neck to get a better look.

After three seconds, she was certain—the girl was even less capable than herself, definitely the newbie type.

"What are you looking at?" Wen Lan came back to drink water and casually patted Lin Nianhe.

Lin Nianhe nodded toward that direction, "Sister Lan, look."

Wen Lan glanced over and pouted, "How could she be worse than you!"

Lin Nianhe: "..."

She gave Wen Lan a resentful glare, then took out a glucose drink from the small medicine box, broke it open, and handed it to her: "Drink this."

"I’m not sick." Wen Lan resisted, "Don’t waste stuff."

Lin Nianhe said: "It’s already opened."

"Silly girl."

Wen Lan muttered, then took the small bottle and tilted her head back to drink it all.

"Hey? It’s actually pretty sweet." Wen Lan smacked her lips and brought the bottle to her mouth again, tilting her head back and pouring forcefully into her mouth.

After the last drop fell into her mouth, Wen Lan narrowed one eye at the bottle opening, seemingly wanting to rinse it with some water.

Lin Nianhe quickly snatched the empty bottle, saying, "Glucose drinks are for replenishing energy; there’s plenty more, but you shouldn’t drink too much if you’re fine."

"Sugar, huh," said Wen Lan, "next time, let me know in advance, so I can sip it slowly."

Lin Nianhe was left speechless.

Wen Lan asked her, "How’s your work going?"

Lin Nianhe thought about it and could only say: "I’m giving it my all."

"Oh, so at least two-thirds should be left."

Lin Nianhe: "..."

If she could have just gone fifty-fifty with Wen Lan, she truly would have taken it without any hesitation!

She couldn’t win.

Lin Nianhe puffed out her cheeks, imitating a pufferfish.

Wen Lan glanced at her: "You have a toothache?"

"Pfft... no."

"Then what’s up with that face?"

"..."

"Wen Lan! Let’s have a fight!"

Lin Nianhe stepped into a bow stance, fists clenched, ready to battle for her dignity.

Faced with the provocation that hit her right in the face, Sister Lan was as calm as an old dog: "You can’t go a day without a beating to itch your skin, can you?"

Some kind soul reminded them: "Didn’t Nianhe get beaten up once today already? Want more?"

The courage Lin Nianhe had just mustered deflated.

Forget it, for the sake of friendship!

Wen Lan raised an eyebrow: "You’re not fighting?"

Lin Nianhe sniffled and huffed, "I’ll forgive you this time. Next time you can’t talk about me again."

Wen Lan: "..."

As if she was being magnanimous.

Lin Nianhe noticed that the new girl, who had been quiet and focused solely on her work during their banter, neither spoke nor looked at them. She just kept her head down and worked, chopping twice whenever once wasn’t enough, asking no questions and making no complaints.

This behavior was absolutely illogical for a person.

Lin Nianhe nudged Wen Lan’s arm and whispered, "Sister Lan, who do you think she is?"

Wen Lan: "How would I know?"

Lin Nianhe: "..."

She must have been out of her mind to think of asking Wen Lan, of all people, such a brainy question.

At that moment, Wang Xue walked over, and seeing Lin Nianhe and Wen Lan looking in that direction, she immediately stood in front of them and said in a low voice, "Don’t stare, she’s been sent down."

Lin Nianhe was astonished: "Huh?"

Wen Lan frowned and asked, "Why’s that?"

Wang Xue helplessly replied: "How should I know why, I just happened to overhear the comrades from the commune mentioning it to the Captain."

Seeing the two still looking that way, Wang Xue frowned and cautioned, "Don’t be foolish, you can’t just mingle with them, it’ll bring trouble."

Ignoring those who had been sent down was already the kindest act.

Going over to them? That would be just asking for trouble.

During the conversation, Uncle Guan drove by with a bullock cart carrying two large barrels, and Principal Wu was sitting in the back.

From afar, Principal Wu called out, "Everyone, come over! Sharpening your blade doesn’t delay chopping firewood. After drinking the mung bean soup, continue with your work!"

Immediately, the fifth brigade boiled with excitement. Almost everyone put down their farm tools and gathered around the bullock cart.