Transmigration: Flirted with My Childhood Sweetheart
Chapter 338 - 337: Brother Niuwa Is Incredibly Good

Chapter 338: Chapter 337: Brother Niuwa Is Incredibly Good

Lin Nianhe’s first reaction upon hearing the news was—

"Did he see you seeing him?"

Wang Shumei found Lin Nianhe’s gaze very strange, feeling a chill down her spine without reason.

She shook her head: "He probably didn’t see me. I just caught a glimpse of that fat man’s back as he slipped into the woods. You know, I had been watching his back the last time, it left a strong impression."

Lin Nianhe’s lips pursed slightly, her expression softened a bit: "Well, that’s good."

Wang Shumei asked her, "What does that fat man want coming to our place now?"

"I don’t know."

Lin Nianhe really didn’t know.

But she had her speculations.

Either the fact that she went to the provincial city got out, and Zhang Changjiang realized that she and Zheng Lirong were rivals, intending to kill her directly as a form of revenge and to cut off Zheng Lirong’s supply source at its root; or Zhang Changjiang wanted to have a showdown with Zheng Lirong and still needed to get goods from her.

Lin Nianhe leaned more toward the latter possibility. After all, it was unlikely for someone like Zhang Changjiang to do the dirty work himself. With just two thousand yuan, he could recruit enough people to form two football teams.

But the latter was obviously harder to deal with.

If the goods hadn’t arrived, she could only stall for so long, and she needed to stabilize Zhang Changjiang to buy time for Zheng Lirong. It was not easy to come up with a reason.

Wang Shumei looked at Lin Nianhe, full of concern: "Nianhe, I’ll get you a sick leave, and you just stay inside the Educated Youth Corps these days without going out."

"The Uncle Team Leader who could approve the leave is currently in his dreams confessing his love and loyalty to Aunt Li."

Lin Nianhe raised the corner of her mouth, reassuring, "No worries, I know what I’m doing."

She pretended to know what she was doing, but in any business, one has to take the responsibility. She couldn’t let others share the risk because of her business.

Wang Shumei stared into her eyes for a long moment and then gave a slight nod: "Okay, call me if anything happens."

"Alright... Oh yes, Zhao Zhuangshi sprained his ankle. Find a male comrade to help me deliver some medicated wine to him," Lin Nianhe said, as she pulled out a small glass bottle and a pack of peach cakes for Wang Shumei.

Zhao Zhuangshi had sprained his ankle when he went to report to the Nine-miles Team. It’s just that at that time, everyone was concerned about Sie Yufei and ignored him.

"Okay, I’ll find someone to take it to him."

Lin Nianhe leaned by the window and watched Wang Shumei leave. After a silent moment, she closed the window and drew the curtains.

This shabby window had such limited ventilation; the room was still filled with a lingering smell of alcohol that she almost felt drunk.

Lin Nianhe had a good tolerance for alcohol in her past life, and today she had planned to drink a little with Yufei. But as soon as she picked up the glass and smelled it, the nauseating feeling reminded her that this body’s sensitivity to alcohol was too high—she wasn’t suited to drinking.

She took out an air purifier from her space. With the help of technology, the smell of alcohol in the room quickly dissipated.

During this time, Lin Nianhe silently cleaned the room, thinking about how to deal with Zhang Changjiang while she worked.

She was stirred up today, feeling somewhat confused, and her twitching right eyelid was making her anxious.

Lin Nianhe always felt like she was overlooking something.

...

In the cowshed, the little chicks had grown quite a bit. Bai Xiaojun was leaning against the fence, his white chubby hands covered in mud, as he tossed a few caterpillars inside.

"You all eat more, grow up faster." Bai Xiaojun turned to look at Uncle Guan, "Uncle, when will they lay eggs?"

This question, Bai Xiaojun would ask almost every day.

Uncle Guan patiently answered, "We’ll still need to wait two more months."

Bai Xiaojun was counting on his fingers, trying to calculate how many days that would be.

The little guy had bent all ten of his fingers and still couldn’t figure it out. Faced with this difficulty, he decisively chose to seek help: "I’m going to ask Brother Niuwa."

Uncle Guan asked him, "By the way, why didn’t Niuwa come with you today?"

Ever since the autumn harvest when Niuwa took on the task of looking after Bai Xiaojun, the two were almost inseparable.

Bai Xiaojun now loves to stick with Niuwa the most; he believes everything Brother Niuwa tells him and always marvels about how wonderfully kind Brother Niuwa is.

Bai Xiaojun looked at Uncle Guan and shook his little head as he replied, "My sister was scared by Brother Yufei, and Principal Mother asked Brother Niuwa to stay with her for a while. Brother Niuwa told me I’ve grown up now and can catch bugs and take care of the chicks by myself, and I think so too."

"Hahaha... Then why don’t you stay with your sister?" Uncle Guan laughed, picking up Bai Xiaojun and holding him in his arms.

Bai Xiaojun squirmed a little, his expression awkward as he spoke softly, "My sister... she’s different from before, I... I’m a bit afraid of her..."

Uncle Guan felt sorry for the two children, rubbed Bai Xiaojun’s head, and said, "You and your sister are siblings; now that she’s like this, you should spend more time and take care of her."

Bai Xiaojun let out a low "Oh," as he did not know how to take care of someone. He looked at the chicks and nodded, "I understand, I’m going to catch bugs for my sister right now."

Uncle Guan: "..."

...

"Big brother!"

"Look, these are the two little bastards, right?"

In the cave that once served as a temporary detention spot, several underlings were sitting around a fire roasting rabbits. Seeing Zhang Changjiang return, the leader immediately pointed to two children in the corner and asked.

In the corner, two children were tied up with hemp rope like rice dumplings, and they both had cloth stuffed in their mouths, a girl and a boy.

The girl was pretty, but her eyes lacked any sparkle, vacant like a little wooden figure; the boy wasn’t very fat, with big eyes and long eyelashes, blinking and looking at the people in the cave.

Zhang Changjiang stared at the two kids for a while, then suddenly, in a rage, kicked the underling closest to him: "What the hell are your eyes filled with, glass beads? Bai Xiaojun is round like a ball; what’s this thing you’ve brought back?"

"Ah?"

The underling was kicked over but didn’t dare to cry out. He hurriedly defended himself: "Big brother, these two little bastards were in the same room, and moreover, that little bastard said his name is Bai Xiaojun!"

"What?"

Zhang Changjiang narrowed his eyes and examined the two children. After a moment, he squatted down in front of the boy, reached out and removed the cloth from his mouth, and asked, "Are you Bai Xiaojun?"

Zhang Changjiang had seen Bai Xiaojun a few times before in the provincial city and remembered this little bastard being plump, but that seemed no longer the case. That was Bai Bo’s son, not his seed; he hadn’t looked closely.

The little boy in front of him had some flesh on his face, but he was definitely not the little fat boy from his memory.

Niuwa blinked rapidly, pouted his mouth, and immediately burst into tears.

He cried loudly, but only two tears actually fell.

Zhang Changjiang’s eardrum ached from the noise, raising his hand, he slapped Niuwa across the face, snarled with a fierce expression, "Shut your mouth! Whine again and I’ll cut off your tongue!"

Niuwa immediately shut up, sobbing with teary eyes as he leaned closer toward Zheng Shan.

Zhang Changjiang massaged his cheeks, softened his voice, and asked again, "Are you really Bai Xiaojun? Kid, tell the truth, we’re looking for Bai Xiaojun, if it’s not you, we’ll send you back."

Niuwa blinked rapidly, his panic written all over his face.

Zhang Changjiang barked, "Speak!"

"I, I am."