Transmigration: Flirted with My Childhood Sweetheart
Chapter 311 - 310: Uttering What Wild Talk

Chapter 311: Chapter 310: Uttering What Wild Talk

Lin Nianhe thought this watermelon-eating episode should have come to an end by now.

But...

She didn’t know who Su Yuncheng had swapped duties with. Instead of harvesting corn, he was busy carrying corn stalks to the warehouse, back and forth.

Seemingly every ten minutes, he would show up at the warehouse to check in.

For the first time, Lin Nianhe found herself missing Li Dahe dearly.

Uncle Team Leader, come and take care of him, please! Or those two Uncle Chas living in the melon patch!

Lin Nianhe endured and endured until she couldn’t take it anymore, and tugged at the corner of Su Yuncheng’s raincoat to ask, "Where’s Uncle Team Leader?"

Su Yuncheng wiped the rain from his face and replied, "The road is muddy, and our team leader is getting on in years, not so nimble on his feet anymore. I switched tasks with him; he’s collecting corn now."

Lin Nianhe: "..."

What nonsense are you spouting?

Uncle Team Leader has trouble walking?

Would Wang Dong, who’s been kicked from one end of the village to the other by him, agree?

"Miss Lin, Xiao Su is right, your Uncle Li’s legs, they don’t do well on rainy days."

"Yeah, yeah, with his old bones, what if he takes a fall?"

Lin Nianhe: "..."

Are you even listening to yourselves?

Uncle Team Leader afraid of falling?

Would the telephone pole he climbs twice daily agree?

"Nianhe? Nianhe?"

A distant call rescued Lin Nianhe.

Looking towards the sound, she saw two figures in raincoats supporting each other as they slowly approached the warehouse, glancing around.

She quickly raised her hand, "Sister Lan! Sister Shumei! I’m here!"

Wen Lan and Wang Shumei stopped their search in the roadside ditch and, having spotted Lin Nianhe, hurriedly quickened their pace and dashed into the warehouse.

Without even taking off their raincoats, Wen Lan and Wang Shumei grabbed Lin Nianhe’s hands from both sides.

"Are you okay?"

"Been waiting for you, and you didn’t even return. We were worried something had happened to you!"

Looking at her friends’ concerned gaze and recalling how they were searching in the gutter just now...

Lin Nianhe couldn’t help but ask, "I really shouldn’t, but may I inquire why the two of you were looking into the gutter just now?"

The so-called gutter, at its widest, was less than thirty centimeters and at its deepest was only forty centimeters.

What kind of position would she have to contort into to squeeze herself in there!

Wang Shumei and Wen Lan exchanged awkward glances.

Just as Wen Lan was about to speak, Wang Shumei covered her mouth.

She squeezed out a smile at Lin Nianhe, "Nianhe, you know you shouldn’t ask, so let it be, okay?"

Lin Nianhe: "..."

Today, her mother tongue is speechlessness.

She suspected that she bore a "rainy day bad luck" debuff, or else she truly couldn’t understand why she should be so down and out every time it rained.

Although Lin Nianhe wasn’t in the mood to talk, others were willing to ask the reason on her behalf.

Uncle Cha: "What brings you two here?"

Uncle Cha: "Did something happen at the Educated Youth Corps?"

Wang Shumei, shaking the water off her raincoat, replied, "No, everyone’s fine. It’s just that we hadn’t seen Nianhe return, and we were afraid something happened to her on the road, so Sister Lan and I came out to look for her."

Lin Nianhe wrung out the towel with such force that her knuckles turned white.

She couldn’t resist retorting, "That’s not the reason why you two were looking for me in the gutter."

"Hey? Can’t get over this little thing?" Wen Lan reached out and poked Lin Nianhe’s forehead, "How about I fight you to make it up?"

Lin Nianhe glanced at her, then at himself.

Frowning and speaking seriously, she said, "Sister Lan, what are you talking about? Is now the time to bicker over personal gains and losses? Can’t you see the wet corn all over the ground? The collective property is at risk of loss, and you’re still in the mood to fight?"

Wen Lan: "...!"

"Hezi! Wait for me, I’m going back to get a towel!"

With an angry shout, Sister Lan turned and dashed into the downpour.

Lin Nianhe breathed a sigh of relief.

That was close.

Soon, Wen Lan came over with a group of female Educated Youth, and even Sun Yafei didn’t fall behind.

Each of them with a towel, they looked as if they were heading to the bathhouse together.

With more hands, the work got easier.

They chatted and laughed as they worked, and Uncle Guan, full of smiles, got into the spirit and even started to tell them stories about the Long March.

Before long, Principal Wu arrived with three children, bringing with them a basket of piping hot steamed buns.

"Goodness, made from white flour?" Uncle Guan looked at Principal Wu, "Xiao Wu, did you use up all your white flour?"

Principal Wu said with a smile: "No, I still have some. My younger sister’s factory gave her more ’Rich Strength Flour’ than she could eat, so she brought me two bags."

This was pure nonsense. Principal Wu’s younger sister worked in a textile factory and usually received fabric during festivals; at most, she could get ten pounds of rice or white flour throughout the whole year.

Uncle Guan didn’t call him out and just broke a steamed bun, giving most of it to Accountant Zhao and keeping a small part for himself. He stuffed a piece into the mouths of each of the three children, and what ended up in his own mouth was only a small bite the size of a jujube.

Principal Wu stood by the door, calling out to anyone who came to deliver corn and inviting them to take some steamed buns before passing a few to the villagers working in the fields.

As time ticked by, the downpour showed no signs of stopping.

Seeing that it was getting darker, the warehouse welcomed the last group of young people delivering corn.

Li Xiaohai set down his carrying pole, shaking the water droplets from his hair, and said to Uncle Guan, "Uncle, my dad said to stop collecting for now since it’s getting dark. He said you all should head back first."

Uncle Guan asked him, "What’s your dad doing?"

"He’s leading people to dig drainage ditches." Li Xiaohai picked up a shovel from beside the wall, "We’re heading over there too."

Uncle Guan advised: "Watch your step, don’t fall into the puddles."

"Alright! Uncle, you go back!"

That night, the bustle in Ten Miles Team lasted until midnight.

When Lin Nianhe returned to her room, it was already twelve o’clock.

She felt a sore back and an aching waist, not sure if it was from bending over to work all day or if she was coming down with a cold.

After washing up briefly, she took her temperature and ate two cold medicine pills, then crawled into bed and fell into a deep sleep.

The sound of rain was loud and unsettling.

The next morning, Lin Nianhe opened her eyes early.

The rain was still falling.

Over breakfast, Sun Guanghui said that after yesterday’s emergency harvest, there wasn’t much corn left in the fields. It was estimated that they could finish collecting it today.

This was probably the best news in a situation where bad news was plentiful.

Everyone was energized, donning raincoats and picking up tools before heading out again.

"Lin Nianhe."

Lin Nianhe had just walked out of the hospital door when she was called.

Following the voice, she saw a woman in her thirties, not tall and quite thin.

Lin Nianhe was sure she had never seen her before.

Her eyebrows slightly furrowed, she asked, "Who are you?"

"Sister Lirong asked me to bring you a few words," the woman said, glancing over at the group behind Lin Nianhe, and pointed towards a corner of the wall, "Let’s go there to talk."

Lin Nianhe raised an eyebrow.

"Okay."

After responding, she first turned back to Wang Shumei, reaching out with one hand to pass her the towel she was holding: "Sister Shumei, can you take this for me, I’ll be right back."

Saying this, her other hand, hidden in front of her, quickly made a few signs to Wang Shumei.