Transmigration: Flirted with My Childhood Sweetheart
Chapter 309 - 308: Idle Either Way

Chapter 309: Chapter 308: Idle Either Way

Nianhe Lin returned to the Educated Youth Corps spot when Wen Ruannuan was kneeling on one leg on the stool, cutting ginger with determination.

She flaunted the kitchen knife towards Nianhe Lin: "Nianhe, am I smart?"

Nianhe Lin surveyed her from head to toe and asked, "Why don’t you put the cutting board on the stool and sit on a small stool to cut?"

Wen Ruannuan: "..."

Yeah, why didn’t she?

Suppressing a mischievous smile, Nianhe Lin asked, "Is it because you like to kneel on one leg?"

Wen Ruannuan threw down the kitchen knife, and a curse slipped out: "I like your grandpa!"

In Beijing, "grandpa" is really busy, constantly on everyone’s lips.

Nianhe Lin: "Do you have such unique taste, does Aunt Wen know about it?"

Wen Ruannuan: "..."

Seeing Wen Ruannuan speechless, Nianhe Lin decided to forgive her rudeness. She helped her shift the board, made sure she was seated comfortably, then boiled a kettle of water, and went back to the backyard to find hot water bottles.

She had two hot water bottles in her luggage, newly bought by Aunt Lin before departure. One red, one blue, Aunt Lin said, "Keep one in your arms and one under your feet, to prevent catching cold."

Nianhe Lin took out the hot water bottles, unsure of her body’s condition, she also took out a thermometer to measure her temperature.

Still 36.8 degrees Celsius.

She relaxed, taking two hot water bottles and a pack of painkillers and left the house.

The water had just boiled, Nianhe Lin carefully held the kettle, pouring water into the hot water bottles.

The hot water bottles emitted a smell of heated plastic.

Wen Ruannuan asked after Nianhe Lin filled one hot water bottle: "Nianhe, are you feeling unwell? Do you need to go to the clinic?"

"No, Uncle Zhao’s leg hurts, I’m taking these to him," Nianhe Lin explained.

"Then wrap them in a towel, don’t burn yourself."

"Yeah, I know."

In a little while, Nianhe Lin was out the door, holding two hot water bottles filled with water.

The rain seemed to get heavier, the heavy raindrops painfully smacking on one’s body.

By the time Nianhe Lin arrived at the warehouse, Li Dahe had already left, and the amount of corn on the ground had increased.

Uncle Guan looked at her cheerfully, asking, "How is it? Didn’t fall, did you?"

Nianhe Lin stood at the doorway, shaking off the water from her body, and replied with a smile, "No, I was very careful."

Having said that, she handed the two hot water bottles to Accountant Zhao, and also took a painkiller: "Uncle Zhao, this medicine is for pain relief, take one."

Clutching the hot water bottles, Accountant Zhao inhaled sharply while repeatedly shaking his head: "No, no, it doesn’t hurt."

Saying it doesn’t hurt was a lie, he just didn’t want to waste the medicine.

Nianhe Lin poured some water, smiling as she spoke, "My family has a relative who works in a hospital, we have plenty of these medicines at home, they don’t cost much." Continuing, she handed the medicine and water to Accountant Zhao, "Uncle Zhao, I usually don’t fuss, but you really can’t afford to fall ill now, take it quickly."

Accountant Zhao thought about it, and seeing the logic, thanked her and took the medicine.

Probably placebo effect, but right after the pill passed his throat, he felt his leg didn’t hurt as much.

Nianhe Lin put the remaining pills in her pocket, thinking it might be better to give them to Aunt Zhao. If he refuses to take medicine later, she can let Aunt Zhao crush the pills into water and trick him into drinking it.

Seeing that Nianhe Lin was fine, Uncle Guan urged her, "Girl, you can go back, we don’t need you here."

Nianhe Lin took off her raincoat, hanging it at the door, and rolled up her sleeves saying, "I have nothing to do if I go back. These corn need to be spread out to dry, right? I’ll handle it."

If the corn isn’t dried quickly, it will definitely mold.

Uncle Guan observed that she was in good spirits and didn’t seem ill. He also considered that the Educated Youth Corps must be chaotic right now, and if she were sick, probably no one would notice. With this in mind, he thought it was better to keep the girl under his supervision, so he could know immediately if she got sick.

Lin Nianhe was spreading corn cobs to dry on a plastic sheet while making small talk, "Uncle, when will this rain stop?"

"There’s no telling. Fortunately, we harvested quickly this year. I heard Zhuangshi mention yesterday that the Victory Team still has more than half left undone."

"Ah? What will they do?"

"What can they do? They’ll have to harvest in the rain." Uncle Guan frowned, his eyes filled with resentment, "Cao Manfu really doesn’t get it. Those people in his team are only concerned with their own private plots, nobody puts effort into the collective work... They are truly dragging back the progress of our four modernizations, parasites to the nation!"

The land is the fairest; it returns as much food as the effort you put into it.

But there are always those who defy this, always thinking of reaping without sowing.

Lin Nianhe waited for Uncle Guan to finish his rant before asking, "Uncle, if they can’t deliver the grain, does that mean they will have to rely on relief food?"

"When have they not relied on relief food?" Uncle Guan continued disdainfully, "This year, with the additional issue with pigs, their winter... will be tough."

Lin Nianhe genuinely could not sympathize with the people and matters of the Victory Team.

Not kicking them when they’re down was already her greatest kindness.

She randomly brought up another topic, "With such heavy rain, these corns won’t dry out anytime soon, shall I wipe some water off them with a towel?"

Uncle Guan stopped bending over for a moment, looked up at her and asked, "Why don’t you use a fan to fan them?"

"Would that work?" Lin Nianhe hesitated, "Wouldn’t that be too slow?"

Uncle Guan rolled his eyes, "You realize that’s slow, huh? And wiping them individually isn’t?"

Seeing countless corn cobs on the ground, Lin Nianhe timidly said, "It’s better than doing nothing."

Doing nothing is still doing nothing.

You know, that actually makes sense.

Consequently, the two towels meant to warm water bottles were shared by Uncle Guan and Lin Nianhe. Accountant Zhao, scalded by the bottles, nearly jumped up to perform a miracle of life.

Since they were idle, Uncle Guan began telling Lin Nianhe stories from his time in the army.

Lin Nianhe, sitting on a small stool, listened with great interest.

Uncle Guan, feeling tired, asked her, "Weren’t your parents also soldiers? They must have told you plenty of these stories, right? You tell me some."

Lin Nianhe thought for a moment, then shook her head, "They are usually busy with work and rarely have time to tell stories."

A quick flash of sympathy appeared in Uncle Guan’s eyes.

Lin Nianhe quickly added, "But I once heard Brother Yuncheng tell one of his stories."

"Oh? Let’s hear it."

Just as Lin Nianhe was about to start, the person in question appeared before her.

Su Yuncheng, carrying two full baskets of corn, walked through the rain curtain into the area.

He was soaked, his clothes sticking to his body, rainwater dripping steadily from his hair.

Lin Nianhe immediately dropped the corn cobs and stood up to make him some brown sugar ginger water.

Su Yuncheng glanced at her without speaking, then lifted a basket and vigorously shook off the water.

Lin Nianhe brought over the kettle, waiting for him to dump the corn onto the plastic sheet before approaching. Unseen by her, his eyes filled with a smoldering anger, she asked him full of concern, "Brother Yuncheng, are you cold? Are you feeling unwell anywhere?"

As she spoke, she tiptoed and reached out to touch his forehead.

Seeing Lin Nianhe in that moment, Su Yuncheng almost wanted to lift her up and question why she hadn’t gone back to rest.

But her hand was on his head, looking at him with such concern.

She must be worried about him, that’s why she was waiting for him here!