Transmigration: Flirted with My Childhood Sweetheart
Chapter 395 - 394: Printing Press and Fire

Chapter 395: Chapter 394: Printing Press and Fire

In Liu Jianjun’s office, Wong Xiao stuffed the cardboard into the stove.

The fire grew stronger.

After finishing reading the statement, Liu Jianjun frowned and asked Su Yuncheng, "Where did all those grains ultimately go? They couldn’t possibly have all been eaten, right?"

Su Yuncheng said, "Feng Wei has already checked the survivors’ bodies, and there are no wounds caused by physical fights."

Wong Xiao looked up and said, "The questions Xiao Lin asked were very helpful, but we need to dig deeper, Xiao Lin..." His eyes full of hope as he looked towards Lin Nianhe.

Lin Nianhe took a sip of hot water and spoke slowly with eyes downcast, "What the predecessors plant, the descendants harvest, the descendants’ joy of harvest isn’t eternal, as there are always others to take over after them."

While speaking, she raised her eyes to look at Su Yuncheng.

Indeed, from his eyes, she could see that his thoughts were aligned with hers.

Su Yuncheng looked at her and said, "They are not survivors; they are victors."

Lin Nianhe nodded gently.

Wong Xiao looked back and forth between the two, utterly baffled.

He was only good at managing production, or even taking the blame, but solving cases was really not his forte.

Wong Xiao felt that he wasn’t the only one in the room who was confused. So he turned to Liu Jianjun, "Did you understand?"

Liu Jianjun, with a furrowed brow, looked at him and asked, "Leader, how should we handle this situation now?"

Wong Xiao: "...?"

What’s the deal? From his tone, was it really just him who didn’t understand?

Fortunately, Wong Xiao was only slow to react, not stupid. He thought it over again, and coupled with the ambiguous statements from Lin Nianhe and Su Yuncheng, he finally grasped their meaning.

"You’re saying, the people currently in the custody are those who went up and robbed others after the fight and robbery were over?" Wong Xiao’s voice raised eight tones, "Then why don’t they have any injuries on them?"

Liu Jianjun very rationally did not pinpoint the leader’s embarrassment and explained, "Those people had been fighting all night, injured countless times during the process, how could they stand against those who came later? Moreover, the latter were prepared and definitely brought handy weapons, plus it was dark, and they attacked from behind, so it makes sense they weren’t injured."

Wong Xiao fully understood, he rubbed his cheeks, his brows tightly knotted, "So, what to do? Detain them all? Wouldn’t that wipe out the Victory Team?"

Locking them all up was not an option, eventually, Wong Xiao decided to release the women and children and temporarily detained those sixteen men in the police station, charged with robbery.

Originally, they expected these people would make a fuss and demand the release of their husbands, but they only lingered outside the police station for a moment and then walked away without looking back.

Wong Xiao, with his arms folded, stood and remarked, "It’s not too bad, they didn’t cause a scene at the door of the police station, they still have some basic moral conscience."

Lin Nianhe, standing by his side, commented indifferently, "They are in a hurry to go back and move all the grains of the wiped-out families to their own homes... Besides, did you not notice? Most of these women were formerly educated youths."

Wong Xiao looked up at the sky, reluctant to speak.

Lin Nianhe, however, didn’t intend to let him off and continued, "Uncle Wong, now that this matter is settled, how about we continue discussing the issue with the mimeograph machine?"

Wong Xiao: "..."

He had completely forgotten why Lin Nianhe was standing by his side!

Half an hour later, Lin Nianhe, carrying the commune’s mimeograph machine, set off on her way home.

Wong Xiaokou stood at the door to see her off, "Walk slowly, Xiao Lin, the snow is heavy, don’t come over if there’s nothing..."

Lin Nianhe sincerely thanked him, "Thank you for your care, leader. I’ll call you when I run out of paper."

Wong Xiaokou: "..."

Lin Nianhe rode her bicycle, towing the cart, and had not gone ten meters when Su Yuncheng caught up.

He stopped Lin Nianhe and secured her cart to his own bicycle, and they walked back together.

On the way, there was some silence.

Lin Nianhe knew her reaction today was off, but she really didn’t want to pretend at that moment.

Now she doesn’t want to think about it.

She pedaled her bicycle, not teasing Su Yuncheng as she used to, keeping silent without speaking.

She kept quiet, and Su Yuncheng didn’t speak either.

Only when the mimeograph was carried into the village school and Lin Nianhe was about to return to the classroom, did Su Yuncheng call out to her.

"Nianhe."

Lin Nianhe stopped, did not turn around, just tilted her head and asked him, "What’s the matter?"

Su Yuncheng walked in front of her, looked down at her, and said, "This matter has nothing to do with you. Even without yesterday’s meat, such a thing would have happened someday in the future, maybe even more severe, maybe involving even more people."

Lin Nianhe: "...?"

Hadn’t she said that she did not blame herself anymore?

Did he not believe her or forget?

With gentle eyes, Su Yuncheng continued, "Don’t think too much, the things they did were enough for execution, just that they had not been dealt with due to insufficient evidence."

Lin Nianhe caught her breath.

She pursed her lips and finally voiced the question she had thought about all the way but dared not ask, "If I say I really think they deserved to die without pity, would you think I’m too cold-blooded?"

If he thought she was cold-blooded, she could understand. After all, he had not experienced the apocalyptic times she had gone through, and not understanding her indifference to human life was reasonable.

But if he really felt that way, she would still be a bit sad.

So, she hadn’t asked, preferring to play ostrich for a while.

Lin Nianhe clenched her fists subconsciously and stared intently at Su Yuncheng.

Su Yuncheng smiled.

He repeated her words to her, "Heavenly acts can be forgiven, but self-inflicted disasters cannot survive."

Actually, if Lin Nianhe insisted on taking responsibility for this matter onto herself, that would trouble him.

Her thoughts aligned with his, and her attitude mirrored his, which made him very relieved.

Lin Nianhe felt the depression in her chest dissipate with these words, and her lips slowly curled up into a smile.

Su Yuncheng reached out to properly tie her slightly loose scarf, his voice gentle: "There are many things to handle afterward, I need to go back to town, and I might not return tonight. If you are scared, go sleep with Principal Wu."

"Hmm." Lin Nianhe pulled out a white rabbit candy from her pocket for him, "No matter how busy, remember to eat."

"Okay."

Su Yuncheng was right, he couldn’t return that night.

Not just him, the entire police station couldn’t make it home.

Victory Team, caught fire.

It was Li Dahe who reported the fire; after learning about the massacre at Victory Team today, he couldn’t sleep. Not wanting to disturb Aunt Li, he put on a coat and went to the yard to smoke. He hadn’t even lit the cigarette when he saw flames blazing into the sky far to the west.

Li Dahe thought it was a wildfire, and as he ran towards the commune’s headquarters, he yelled at the top of his lungs, waking people up from their sleep, and then he called the police station.

"Women stay home, take care of your own little bastards! Hongzi, lead everyone eastward! All the men come with me, put out the fire!"

In just a few minutes, the entire village was awake.

They were too far to know where exactly the fire was, but no one dared to delay, fearing a gust of wind might bring the flames right before them.

The men grabbed various items and charged towards the raging fire, while the women hurried to secure their money and grain at home. The village elders were placed on ox carts, covered with thick blankets.

Aunt Feng was also pulled onto the ox cart.

Right, she was the first one to be placed on the cart.

It was Second Aunt Li who rushed into the house, pulled her out of bed, hoisted her up and ran outside, muttering, "Old sister-in-law, you mustn’t have an accident, otherwise we’d have no face to face Xiao Feng... ah I know you can walk, but there’s no need for you to walk by yourself."