Transmigration: Flirted with My Childhood Sweetheart
Chapter 330 - 329: Life-risking Literature

Chapter 330: Chapter 329: Life-risking Literature

Lin Nianhe stopped, dismounted her bicycle, and bent over to embrace Niuwa who rushed over.

Niuwa, hugging Lin Nianhe’s neck, smiled like a sunflower: "Sister Hehe, I missed you so much!"

Uncle Guan testified for Niuwa: "Really, this kid ran to the village entrance three times a day, afraid you’d come back early and no one would be there to greet you."

Lin Nianhe smiled and pinched Niuwa’s cheek: "I missed you too!"

Niuwa, still smiling, pressed his face against Lin Nianhe’s shoulder, blinking at Wang Shumei and Wen Lan: "Sister Lan, Sister Shumei, I missed you guys too."

Wang Shumei and Wen Lan laughed and cleared a space: "Come over, sit in the car, we’ll talk more on the way home."

Niuwa clung to Lin Nianhe’s neck and didn’t let go, saying: "If I also get on, the bike will be too heavy, the cow will get tired."

Wen Lan chuckled: "So, do you want to walk back?"

Niuwa looked at Lin Nianhe’s bicycle and then at Lin Nianhe: "Sister Hehe, why don’t you ride the bike and take me with you?"

Wang Shumei: "This child, always so bold."

Wen Lan: "For your Sister Hehe, you really would risk it all!"

Just as Lin Nianhe was about to put Niuwa on the back seat, hearing the two’s comments, she retracted her stretched arm.

Hmm... One cannot completely disregard fate.

She turned her hand, placed Niuwa on the bicycle seat, and said, pushing the bike: "I’ll push the bike with Niuwa on it, that will definitely be safe!"

"Just go slow, don’t flip the bike over while pushing it."

"..."

"Cough cough, Niuwa, how about you come down, and we walk back slowly?"

"Sure, I’ll do as you say."

Niuwa would never say "no" to Lin Nianhe’s suggestions.

He got down from the bicycle, walked over to Lin Nianhe’s side, and held onto the hem of her clothes.

Just as Lin Nianhe was about to brag to Wang Shumei and Wen Lan that she was Niuwa’s true love whom he would never disdain, Uncle Guan cracked his whip and drove the ox cart away.

Lin Nianhe clicked her tongue and slowly pushed her bicycle back.

She asked: "How is Principal Mother’s health?"

Niuwa nodded seriously: "Very good, I make her autumn pear jam every morning, and Principal Mother hasn’t coughed for a long time."

"And you?"

"Me?"

"Have you been eating well? Are you tired from working?" Lin Nianhe looked at him earnestly.

Niuwa laughed and nodded: "I’ve been eating well, recently I’ve been husking corn, not tired at all."

While talking, he took out a clean small handkerchief from his pocket, carefully opened it, and handed it to Lin Nianhe: "Sister Hehe, I cracked some hazelnuts for you."

In the handkerchief, there was a handful of clean hazelnut kernels, with all the thin skins peeled off.

"You eat these first, I still have more at home, didn’t crack them all, afraid they might get damp and taste bad."

Lin Nianhe: "...!"

My immortal little treasure!

As they leisurely strolled back to the village, the villagers had already received the news and came over, surrounding Wang Shumei and Wen Lan with warm inquiries.

Seeing Lin Nianhe return, they repeated the questions they had just asked.

"Miss Lin, were you able to get enough to eat while you were out?"

"How’s the accommodation? Is there a kang bed at the hostel?"

"Is it cold in the provincial city? Didn’t catch a cold, did you?"

"Did anyone bully you guys? Didn’t suffer any losses, right?"

"Are you hungry? Didn’t eat on the way, did you? Come on, Auntie made steamed buns for you."

"..."

These trivial, homely naggings embody the most fundamental care, filling one with the warmth of home.

Lin Nianhe responded one by one, and in the end, she didn’t even know how she got back to the Educated Youth Corps, still holding two big buns in her hands.

She took a bite, cabbage filling with chopped pork lard mixed in.

Li Dahe sent the others back to work, and he himself was loitering in the front yard, hesitating to speak, which made Lin Nianhe almost laugh.

She walked over and asked, "Uncle Team Leader, shall I give you a detailed report on the match factory?"

Li Dahe’s eyes lit up, but he quickly masked it and cleared his throat, "I was thinking to let you guys settle down first before discussing, but since you’re eager, let’s talk about it now."

Lin Nianhe: "Maybe I should finish organizing my stuff before finding you."

She wasn’t in a hurry, really.

Li Dahe completely ignored her words, unembarrassedly asking, "How much is our task exactly? If we can’t complete it, do we need to compensate? It’s alright during slack farming seasons, but during sowing and harvesting times, no one has the energy for extra tasks! Farming is our foundation, we can’t let it be disrupted."

Lin Nianhe brought two small stools, invited Li Dahe to sit down, and said, "Because the match factory still needs to do the calculations, I don’t have the exact numbers yet. Factory Director Tian did provide an approximate amount. We need at least two to three million boxes of matches a month to supply the whole Lan County and its production teams. The actual amount might be even more."

In an era where matches are the primary means of ignition, a smoker needs about ten boxes a month, and a family of five for cooking and boiling water needs at least six or seven boxes. The production task is indeed hefty.

"Ah? That much?" Li Dahe panicked, frowning, "Our whole Nine-miles Team with all adults and children totals about three hundred people, one person would need to make ten thousand boxes a month, that’s over three hundred a day..."

"Uncle Team Leader," Lin Nianhe said, "If we want to continue this long-term, relying solely on our team won’t work. We could manage for one or two months, but for one or two years, the villagers can’t sustain it. I was thinking of splitting half the task with Nine-miles Team. Although we’ll earn less, it won’t delay the factory’s needs and will keep the workload bearable for our villagers."

Li Dahe nodded, "I didn’t think it necessary when you mentioned this before, but with such numbers, we definitely can’t finish it all. We can’t miss out on the regular farm work."

Although it’s hard to see the money go to others, if they must grit their teeth and force through, failure to complete the task means not even getting half the wage.

And, fieldwork is absolutely essential. That is their livelihood.

Li Dahe knew how to weigh which was more important.

"Also, there’s the issue of timing. We definitely won’t manage during the busy sowing and harvesting seasons. We need to maximize production tasks during the slack farming seasons."

"Okay, we’ll have your Uncle Zhao calculate and plan how to manage the tasks. By the way... when you go to Nine-miles Team, come with me; you led this initiative, you talk to Old Man He."

Li Dahe squinted towards the distant mountains, his lips unconsciously curling up.

After a while, he said, "Girl, thank you."

He was not looking at Lin Nianhe, and his voice was low, but Lin Nianhe heard him clearly.

She shivered, rubbed her arms and looked at Li Dahe with eyes full of fear, "Unc, Uncle Team Leader, you are alright, you speaking like this scares me."

Li Dahe: "..."

"If you have orders, just say. Suddenly being so polite makes me nervous."

"..."

"Uncle Team Leader, are you ill? Or maybe tired from the autumn harvest? Should I take you to the clinic?"

"You little rascal, say that you want a beating!"

"Ah... that’s more like it... the familiar Uncle Team Leader is back."

"..."

"You’re busy, I’ll go back and pack up."

"Hurry up and get out!"