Transmigration: Flirted with My Childhood Sweetheart
Chapter 297 - 296: You Still Need to Drink Mung Bean Soup

Chapter 297: Chapter 296: You Still Need to Drink Mung Bean Soup

Mung Bean Soup.

What a tempting trio of words.

The ox cart was surrounded by people, Principal Wu and Uncle Guan were laughing and serving mung bean soup to each one.

Principal Wu said to the students, "This mung bean was donated to our Ten Miles Team by Zheng Shan and Bai Xiaojun’s mother. Remember to thank Aunt Zheng when she arrives later."

"Okay!"

"Got it!"

"Xiao Jun, your mom is really nice, my mom never makes me mung bean soup."

Zheng Shan and Bai Xiaojun were a bit stunned, Zheng Shan still had no expression, but Bai Xiaojun’s face turned red.

The educated youth all brought their own water bottles. Principal Wu filled one for each of them and comforted, "It’s just an extra scoop of water, drink it, you must be exhausted."

Principal Wu glanced around, and seeing a figure in the field not moving, called out, "Hey comrade, come over and have some mung bean soup!"

Despite her words, she still didn’t see the person in the field move.

Without much thought, Principal Wu took a bowl of mung bean soup and went to find her.

"Miss, stop working, have some mung bean soup first." Seeing the girl who didn’t know how to use a sickle, Principal Wu concluded that she must be one of the new educated youth, and couldn’t help but blame the Educated Youth Office for being unreliable.

Sending people on the first day of autumn harvest, isn’t this making the children suffer unnecessarily?

Look at her, squatting on the ground, using the sickle like a saw, not only exerting too much effort but also risking injuring herself.

Hearing the voice of Principal Wu, the girl instinctively shrank her neck, hesitated for a moment, and continued to hack at the corn stalks as if she hadn’t heard.

Principal Wu felt somewhat helpless; she wanted to reach out but was afraid of spilling the mung bean soup in her hand, so she turned and called, "Xiao Lan, come and help me."

"Coming!"

Wen Lan put down her water bottle and ran over, wiping her mouth and asked, "Principal, what’s up?"

"Help me take this comrade’s sickle away, be careful not to hurt you both," said Principal Wu with a resigned smile.

When it comes to doing or not doing, Wen Lan generally chooses not to do; she didn’t think Principal Wu didn’t know who this person was, nor saw anything wrong, and seized the opportunity to snatch the sickle from the girl’s hand.

Principal Wu sighed with relief, bent down and handed over the mung bean soup, "Comrade, take a break and have some mung bean soup. You’re using the sickle wrong. After drinking, I’ll teach you."

Hearing the overly gentle voice of Principal Wu, the girl timidly raised her head and whispered, "My, my dad is... I can’t..."

Her eyelashes trembled lightly, like a nervous little animal. After saying this, her face turned pale, eyes closed involuntarily, and her head lowered.

Principal Wu paused for a moment, then smiled again, "No matter who your dad is, you still need to drink mung bean soup."

The trembling of the girl stopped. She slowly opened her eyes, still seeing that gentle smile.

Principal Wu held out the bowl, signaling her to take it quickly.

The girl cautiously extended her hand, her eyelashes trembling, ready to have the mung bean soup splashed on her face at any moment.

But the imagined incident didn’t happen.

She took the mung bean soup safely.

"Drink it up, and then I’ll teach you how to use the sickle," Principal Wu smiled warmly and took the sickle from Wen Lan, "You’ll end up having an accident using the sickle like that. I’ll keep your sickle for now and give it back after a while."

The girl held the bowl, full of shock and confusion, looking at Principal Wu.

Principal Wu just smiled, then walked away with the sickle.

She put the sickle on the ox cart and went with Uncle to deliver mung bean soup to the next group of villagers.

"Principal is really a warm person," Lin Nianhe said softly, holding a water bottle.

"Yes," Wang Shumei replied, then became tense; she stood up straight and said to those around, "Hey, we didn’t see anything just now! Got it?"

Several girls looked up at the sky, chattering:

"What did we see, we didn’t see anything."

"The mung bean soup is so tasty, who’d be distracted to look elsewhere!"

"That’s right, oh my hand hurts..."

Wang Shumei then looked at the new Mu Tou and his seven brothers, "What about you guys?"

After asking, she felt it was unnecessary.

The seven male educated youths and Zhou Chujiang were all dazed, clearly not having noticed what had just happened.

Wang Shumei clicked her tongue in satisfaction and sat back down by the field ridge.

Everyone was silently drinking mung bean soup, no one wanted to talk.

The new educated youths experiencing autumn harvest for the first time only felt despair, while the older educated youths... they just wanted to know how many more autumn harvests they had to endure.

Their future, just like the cornfield in front of them, showed no hope...

"Take off the gloves, let me see."

"Hm? See what... oh, it’s red, looks like it’s going to blister."

"Here, apply this."

"What is it?"

"Menthol ointment."

"You even have this?"

"Yep, brought it for you."

"Hehe... thank you, Brother Yuncheng."

"Quickly apply it."

"I said, thank... thank you!"

"No need to thank."

...

Beside the ridge, a group of educated youths pondering life and the future slowly turned their heads to look at those two who were spoiling the scenery.

Yufei shook his head and directly reached out: "Brother Cheng, can you give me some too? My hands are blistering!"

"Pretentious." Su Yuncheng looked at him coldly.

His gaze swept from Yufei and then he looked towards Wang Shumei and the others, "Once she’s done, you can share."

He had taken it out and had no intention of bringing it back.

It could solidify Lin Nianhe’s relationships with others while preventing jealousy among them.

"Thank you, Comrade Su!"

"Thank you, Brother Su."

"Woo... Nianhe, just marry him after the harvest!"

Lin Nianhe looked at them astonished: "You’re marrying me off for a box of menthol ointment?"

The girls: "Yeah, it repays the favor and also... it’s killing two birds with one stone after all!"

Lin Nianhe: "Be brave and say the parts you’re omitting!"

"Hey, hey, we can’t say things that harm unity..."

Lin Nianhe glared at them, then turned to see Su Yuncheng’s neck had turned red.

A sly spark flashed in her eyes, she held the small tin box of menthol ointment and said coyly, "Brother Yuncheng, could you apply the ointment for me? It’s hard for me to do."

Su Yuncheng suddenly choked, turned away, and couldn’t stop coughing.

Wen Lan: "You can dress such severe external injuries like Daxi’s, can’t you apply ointment on your own two paws?"

Before Lin Nianhe could glare at her, the other girls restrained her, especially covering her mouth with several hands.

If Sister Lan hadn’t been so resilient, she would have suffocated today in the hot soil of the Ten Miles Team.

Su Yuncheng stopped coughing, turned back, and met Lin Nianhe’s smiling eyes.

He coughed softly twice, feigned composure, cleaned his hands and took the menthol ointment, scooping a little to apply in the palm of Lin Nianhe’s hand.

His brows were tightly knitted, his movements gentle as if touching a rare treasure.

"Does it hurt?"

"It doesn’t hurt anymore, it’s cool."

"Tell me if it hurts."

"Okay."

Beside them, Feng Wei looked at the two of them, twitching at the corners of his mouth.

He remembered a time when a dried tree branch had pierced his foot, he was howling in pain, and his Brother Cheng had simply stuffed his mouth with a towel, famously saying: "Don’t disrupt the medic while dressing the wound."

Now...

Feng Wei watched longingly, feeling aggrieved like a little chubby weighing 208 kilos.