Transmigration: Flirted with My Childhood Sweetheart
Chapter 306 - 305 Earthquake Feng

Chapter 306: Chapter 305 Earthquake Feng

Kiddo Lin contributed the medicine and then brought out a bedsheet, cutting it into strips two inches wide amidst Yu Xiangqin’s incessant cries of "wasteful," with Wang Xue’s help.

They collected all the sickles from the Educated Youth Corps and wrapped their handles with the cloth strips.

Yu Xiangqin, while wrapping, couldn’t help but tear up, muttering, "This is a sin..."

Lin Nianhe: "You have to admit, it doesn’t cut into the hand anymore, right?"

Yu Xiangqin, holding the sickle and feeling it for a while, nodded: "Yes."

Lin Nianhe rolled her eyes at her and sincerely said, "Sister Xiangqin, you’d be much more likable if you couldn’t speak."

A perfectly good person, but unfortunately born with a mouth.

Yu Xiangqin didn’t catch on and kept complaining to herself: "A perfectly good bedsheet torn up, what a waste... What’s wrong with a few calluses..."

"Don’t you all remember the slogan? Roll in the mud, forge a red heart, grind calluses on the hands... This is our badge of struggle!"

"Hey, is there enough cloth? Leave one for that capitalist young lady, right? Don’t look at me; I’m just worried she’ll use a hurt hand as an excuse to shirk labor!"

Everyone: "..."

Fine, you talk too much, you decide.

That night, some were restless all night long, and some slept without a stir.

The sun rose as usual, always punctual, not delaying a moment for the joys and sorrows of the world.

"Time to work—"

Before starting, Yu Xiangqin grumblingly snatched Sun Yafei’s sickle and wrapped it with the cloth.

Sun Yafei, scolded and unable to raise her head, whispered, "Thank you."

Yu Xiangqin flipped her hair dismissively and left.

Lin Nianhe: "Doing a good deed and not allowing others to praise her, Sister Xiangqin’s consciousness is truly unmatched."

Wang Shumei: "Your mouth is getting nastier."

"Lin Nianhe, Wang Shumei! Are you still chatting during harvest? What are you thinking?"

The familiar roar of the squad leader came.

Lin Nianhe: "..."

Wang Shumei: "..."

Wen Lan: "Silly girl."

After the first day’s hard work, the new Educated Youths were silent while working.

Mechanically swinging sickles, snapping corn, their brains devoid of the capacity to think.

The predawn darkness was unbearable; no one felt like talking, feeling as though they couldn’t see the dawn at all.

Feng Wei didn’t come to work this morning; he went back to the county town, picking up his and Su Yuncheng’s clothes, and also brought back some provisions.

Su Yuncheng had said, not to take even a needle or a thread from the masses, and certainly not to take advantage in food.

Thus, Feng Wei brought not only grain but also eggs and canned meat.

His mother said he lost weight! He needed to nourish himself!

Feng Wei jumped off the ridge, startling Li Hehua who was nearest to him, causing the young girl to shriek, "Earthquake! Earthquake!"

Panic is contagious, causing the children to run away clutching corn cobs and crying.

Principal Wu could only laugh through his tears while trying to calm each one of them.

For a while, the cornfield was in complete disarray.

Feng Wei’s nickname officially changed from Fatty Feng to Earthquake Feng.

Such a unique nickname, courtesy of Lin, a naming prodigy.

The days passed, and the number of cornstalks in the field decreased daily. At the corps, Wang Dong used the soil on the door plank to calculate the days with tally marks, each stroke indicating victory was a day closer.

When there was only one-tenth of the corn left unharvested, dark clouds rolled over the horizon.

The dark and heavy clouds, looming in the distance, felt oppressive.

"Is... is it going to rain?" Lin Nianhe gasped, staring at the sky eagerly, and asked, "Does that mean we can take a break?"

Wen Ruannuan’s eyes also lit up: "Yeah, we can’t keep working in the rain."

As it turned out, they were both wishful thinking.

"Quick! Move it!"

"It’s starting to rain, gather what’s on the ground first! For the rest, use the baskets and just snap them off!"

"Don’t stop!"

Li Dahe, with a loudspeaker in hand, was shouting from one end of the field to the other.

The raindrops, large as beans, fell and quickly dispelled the heat, bringing even more trouble.

With such heavy rain, it wouldn’t take long for the tractor to get stuck in the mud, and ox carts would be unusable; all corn transport had to rely on manpower. The curtain of rain would obstruct visibility, and the muddy ground made it hard to move, quickly exhausting everyone’s physical strength.

Lin Nianhe carried a basket on her back, snapping corn off as she spoke loudly to Niuwa following her: "Niuwa, tell the students to go home, change out of wet clothes, drink some hot water, and don’t come out!"

Niuwa wiped the rain off his face and asked her, "What about you?"

"I’m fine," Lin Nianhe turned and smiled at him, "Niuwa, I’m entrusting you with a task—take the principal back and don’t let her come out."

Niuwa, with a serious expression, nodded earnestly: "Okay!"

Lin Nianhe wiped her face and stopped talking to him, turning back to snap the corn.

Straightening her back, which had been bent for many days, felt somewhat uncomfortable.

Harvesting corn this way was slow; after snapping one off, she had to step on the corn stalk. It required strength from both hands and feet, and a slight inattention could lead to slipping.

Lin Nianhe stumbled forward. As the basket on her back grew heavier, her pace also slowed down.

"Nianhe, give it to me."

Someday, Su Yuncheng had appeared beside Lin Nianhe, reaching out to take her basket and pouring all her corn into his own.

Lin Nianhe saw him and smiled.

She asked, "Brother Yuncheng, when will this rain stop?"

"I don’t know," Su Yuncheng shook his head, "we can’t just wait; otherwise, the crops will rot in the field."

Lin Nianhe frowned as she looked at the remaining corn and clenched her teeth to speed up the snapping.

She had just snapped off two when her arm was grabbed.

"Why are you still here? Hurry back!"

Lin Nianhe turned around blankly, meeting Li Dahe’s eyes.

"Uncle Team Leader, I’m fine, I can handle it," Lin Nianhe spoke as she broke free from Li Dahe’s grasp.

Su Yuncheng had told her to go back when it started raining, but she had refused.

She thought she could handle it.

Li Dahe grabbed her again and dragged her outside: "What’s the delay? With that small body of yours, what if the rain makes you visit the medics again? If something happens to you, how am I going to explain to your parents?"

While talking, he passed another girl from the village and also grabbed her: "Zhang Xiaocui, you go home too, are you showing off?"

"All the female educated youth, go back to your dorms!"

"And Sun Yafei... What, you’re not an educated youth? Do I need to call out everyone’s names?"

"Don’t argue with me, don’t block the way, get lost!"

Li Dahe, like a mother hen protecting her chicks, was chasing away those he considered weaker back to safety as the storm approached.

Yet, he braved the wind and rain, carrying loads with a pole, transporting corn to the warehouse trip by trip.

Uncle Guan was in the warehouse, and Accountant Zhao had also been brought over; they were busy laying plastic tarps on the ground and spreading the wet corn cobs to dry.

"How can we manage this? We were just saying it was a good year, hurrying and rushing, and still it rained," Uncle Guan said with a furrowed brow and a worried face.

Accountant Zhao held his knees, his lips turning white with pain. His legs, which suffered excruciating pain whenever it rained, felt almost as bad as when they had initially been broken.

Bearing the pain, he comforted: "We’ve gathered quickly; what we’ve harvested now is already comparable to last year... the more we can salvage now, the more surplus we’ll have."

Uncle Guan, gazing at the surging dark clouds, muttered worriedly: "Snatching food from the jaws of a dragon, every little bit counts."