Transmigration: Flirted with My Childhood Sweetheart
Chapter 371 - 370: Blur the Window

Chapter 371: Chapter 370: Blur the Window

Mr. Su’s resentment would not reach Lan County, and after making those two phone calls, Lin Nianhe grabbed her things and went out.

As soon as she opened the door, she saw Wong Xiao staring at her eagerly.

Lin Nianhe: "The provincial military region agreed to accept our Head Flower, and I’ve also made arrangements in Beijing. Uncle Wong, it’s critical to ensure quality and accelerate production."

Wong Xiao, rubbing his hands with hopeful eyes, asked, "Xiao Lin, about the wages, could it possibly..."

Lin Nianhe: "No."

Wong Xiaokou: "..."

He felt as if his heart was bleeding.

"Overpriced grain harms the people; too cheap harms the farmers. When people suffer, communities disperse, and when farmers suffer, the nation grows poor. Uncle Wong, doing business and farming share similarities. If it’s too expensive, no one will buy; if wages are too low, it also reduces workers’ motivation. Think about it, if workers are dissatisfied with their wages, they might skimp on their work, ultimately tarnishing the reputation of the textile factory, right?"

"Moreover, if the wages are too low, who would want to burn the midnight oil working for you? By then, even if our Head Flower is the most beautiful in the world, it would be useless—if production can’t keep up and there are no goods, what will you sell?"

Wong Xiao clenched his teeth, squeezed his fist, and finally stomped his foot, then with tears in his eyes, he reluctantly said, "Fine! Then ten cents it is!"

He looked as though he lost twenty pounds of flesh.

"Ah, think of it this way, Uncle Wong. Isn’t this also contributing to the villagers’ income? Having nothing and people living well is important, isn’t it?"

"Right!"

"I have to go now, I still have class this afternoon."

"Alright, it’s snowy and slippery, Xiao Lin, ride your bike slowly, be safe, and come visit when you can, come and have dinner at home..."

Wong Xiaokou escorted Lin Nianhe all the way to the main gate.

Su Yuncheng had already picked up the glass and was waiting at the entrance.

The glass, wrapped in cardboard, was tied to the back seat of his bicycle, with a large roll of transparent plastic cloth on top. There were two nets hanging on the handlebars, one containing two lunch boxes, the other filled with a bag of oranges.

The snow had gotten heavier, dusting his shoulders white.

Su Yuncheng saw Lin Nianhe pulling off her scarf, so he stepped forward to adjust it for her, saying, "I went to the State-Owned Restaurant, bought braised pork and chicken stew with mushrooms, let’s not cook tonight."

"Sure." Lin Nianhe smiled and nodded, "Let’s go back."

"Okay. Did everything go smoothly?"

"Very smoothly."

"That’s good."

On the way, Su Yuncheng made conversation with Lin Nianhe about the recent wood chopping.

The Ten Miles Team’s stockpiling of firewood for the winter was a collective effort since lacking firewood in winter could be deadly. Since some families had heavy burdens and less labor power, relying solely on themselves would definitely result in suffering the cold. Thus, Li Da organized everyone to work together and then distributed the firewood fairly.

Such a method of distribution inevitably led to some losses, so to prevent those who worked more from feeling unjust, they also specifically established a points system.

The firewood was distributed evenly, but the points were earned honestly.

With this method, there had never been a winter in the Ten Miles Team where a family didn’t have enough firewood and froze to death.

Su Yuncheng described how, when going up the mountain, men chopped trees, women split wood, and those with lesser strength picked up branches; everyone had something to do.

Listening to him describe the bustling scene, Lin Nianhe felt somewhat regretful that she hadn’t joined them.

Even though she couldn’t do much, it didn’t stop her from wanting to join in the fun.

The two of them chatted and laughed as they returned to the Ten Miles Team, just as the villagers who had gone chopping wood returned.

The villagers were bustling about energetically, their shouts mingling together, becoming indistinct as they moved further away.

Catching Lin Nianhe’s longing look, Su Yuncheng pressed on her head and ruffled it: "If you want to join the fun, first go back and put on a coat, don’t catch a cold."

"Okay!"

Lin Nianhe agreed immediately, and with a push of her pedal, she turned into the Educated Youth Corps.

The front yard was bustling; it turned out that Yu Xiangqin had slipped and twisted her ankle when coming down the mountain.

She was clearly limping as she walked, but she didn’t take it seriously and still grabbed a broom to sweep the snow.

"Sister Xiangqin, wait a moment, I’ll go get some medicinal wine for you," Lin Nianhe said as she pushed her bike.

"No need, why waste good stuff on that," Yu Xiangqin, someone who didn’t even pity herself, casually shook her injured leg, "I’m fine, it doesn’t even hinder walking."

Lin Nianhe ignored her, took the medicinal wine, and handed it directly to Wang Xue. Dealing with Yu Xiangqin, Wang Xue had the best methods, it didn’t require others to worry.

Lin Nianhe went back to her room and took out the military coat that Aunt Lin had sent her. It was thick and heavy, with a fur collar, and it looked very warm.

She changed into a cotton-padded jacket and trousers, staring at the military coat and the red scarf next to it, falling into deep thought.

This color combination, she instinctively wanted to resist.

"Thump thump thump."

There was a knock at the door.

"Nianhe, have you changed your clothes?"

Su Yuncheng’s voice entered Lin Nianhe’s ears.

Lin Nianhe hesitated no longer, responded, and quickly put on the military coat, hanging the red scarf around her neck as well.

While mentally reminding herself to "When in Rome, do as the Romans do," she ran to open the door.

Su Yuncheng saw that she was honestly wearing the cotton attire and nodded. He raised the roll of plastic cloth and cardboard in his hand, saying, "I’ll help you paste the windows."

"Ah?"

Lin Nianhe was full of confusion.

This operation was beyond her knowledge.

Su Yuncheng explained: "If we don’t paste the windows, the winter wind will leak through. It’s too cold."

As he spoke, he motioned for Lin Nianhe to let him enter the room.

Lin Nianhe stood by the door, not moving, holding the door frame tightly with both hands.

Pasting the windows would definitely require moving her desk, and her desk cabinet had a storage battery hidden in it, and there was a power strip taped behind it!

It can’t be moved, can’t be moved, absolutely can’t be moved!

Su Yuncheng puzzled, "What’s wrong?"

"I, I..." Lin Nianhe blinked rapidly, her voice low as a mosquito, "I just changed clothes and haven’t tidied up yet... Wait a moment!"

After speaking, she directly pushed Su Yuncheng out and then shut the room door firmly.

Outside the door, Su Yuncheng was stunned for a moment, his face also flushed.

Lin Nianhe locked the door, quickly ran back and hid everything that shouldn’t be there back into space, and carefully checked again before reopening the door.

Her cheeks were flushingly busy, which, in the eyes of Su Yuncheng, became proof that she was really shy just now.

He cleared his throat and asked, "So, may I come in now?"

"Mhm, come on in." Lin Nianhe stepped aside.

Su Yuncheng moved her desk aside, cleared some space, and cut the cardboard into thin strips to fix the plastic cloth, then carefully nailed it tightly against the window frame.

"I was wondering why you bought so much plastic cloth just now. It turns out to be for the windows too," Lin Nianhe said, making conversation.

In fact, she didn’t feel very cold; she would use a heater every night when she returned to her room, and the small room would warm up to about twenty degrees Celsius in less than fifteen minutes.

"I got some extra for your friends too," Su Yuncheng explained.

Lin Nianhe was surprised and smiled, "Brother Yuncheng, thank you."

He always managed to take care of everything for her, including these little social niceties.

Su Yuncheng smiled and did not reply, his hammer steady and precise, quickly covering the window with a layer of plastic cloth.

After finishing the two windows inside, he said, "You go to class, I need to paste another layer outside."

"One layer isn’t enough?" Lin Nianhe was surprised.

Su Yuncheng explained: "It’s sturdier and warmer with both inside and outside pasted."

"Alright."

Lin Nianhe always had a principle of "less interference, no directing" when it came to matters she didn’t understand. Heeding his words, she picked up her things and put on her scarf again before stepping out.

The snow hadn’t stopped, and the grain drying yard was bustling. They were chopping wood and even shouting about starting a competition.

"...come on, chopping wood is something I’ve done since I was a kid, never met my match! I might not beat you with a sickle, but with an axe, ten of you are no match for me!"

This overbearing voice, without looking, was surely Zhao Zhuangshi.