Transmigration: Flirted with My Childhood Sweetheart
Chapter 399 - 398: Humans Are Inferior to Dogs

Chapter 399: Chapter 398: Humans Are Inferior to Dogs

Zhou Chujiang was stopped by Lin Nianhe, who said, "Teacher Zhou, don’t rush off yet, there’s more to discuss."

"Oh, okay!"

Zhou Chujiang sat in the corner, took out his work notebook and started writing on the edge of the ’kang’ bed as if he was really drafting a lesson plan.

Lin Nianhe shifted her gaze and looked at the others.

"As long as we don’t talk about it outside and the students don’t blab, there shouldn’t be any major issues," said Wang Shumei, looking at Lin Nianhe. "Who did you borrow the mimeograph from?"

"Sister Shumei knows things well," Lin Nianhe chuckled with pursed lips, "I borrowed the mimeograph from Uncle Wong."

Wang Xue giggled: "With the leader’s approval, what’s there to fear? If something comes up, someone in a higher position will take the fall!"

Her laughter was hearty, not just for the sake of the students.

For most ’educated youths’, the hardest part of going to the countryside was not only the farm work but also the prolonged lack of books to read.

To draw a parallel with life in later times, it’s like having no phone, no computer, no entertainment of any kind, and still having to work every day.

Under such extreme scarcity of intellectual stimulation, even reminiscing and discussing the colorful knowledge learned previously is precious.

Wang Dong grabbed an iron pen from the ’kang’ table and raised it high as if he was really wielding a red tassel spear: "I grew up reading my brother’s textbooks at home. If there were any issues, I’d have had them long ago! For the next generation, for the future, let’s do it!"

Miao Hongqi was somewhat timid, but she didn’t object, only saying: "I’m with everyone."

Everything she had now was because of the people here, and even if ahead was a road of swords and fire, she was willing to venture together.

Only Wen Lan hadn’t spoken up.

Lin Nianhe asked her, "Sister Lan, do you have any concerns?"

Wen Lan had a complex expression and her eyes swept over everyone: "You want to revise the textbooks; I have no objections there, but you should at least give me a textbook first! Ever since I became a teacher, I haven’t even seen what a textbook looks like. How am I supposed to revise it? Revise what?"

Everyone: "..."

Asking the PE teacher to revise textbooks was indeed a bit abrupt for them.

"This is the... respect we must show to every teacher’s opinions..." Lin Nianhe gave a dry laugh as she shuffled toward the corner.

Wen Lan rolled her eyes at her: "Silly girl, only causing delays."

She got up, planning to go back to her room to work on Head Flower to earn little money.

Lin Nianhe stopped her and then said, "Since everyone is in agreement, I’ll mention the difficulty—"

She picked up the wax paper and the iron pen, and said somewhat awkwardly, "Printing the textbooks requires engraving on wax paper. I tried this afternoon and failed."

Everyone fell silent, even Zhou Chujiang, who had been absorbed in writing his lesson plan, raised his head.

Lin Nianhe looked at them hopefully: "Does anyone know how to do it?"

"This old task..."

"You don’t know, and we’ve never touched it either!"

"Engraving wax paper has always been the teachers’ task; we’ve never done it before."

Lin Nianhe: "Alright, a challenge has arisen; let’s conquer it."

A challenge is termed so because it isn’t something that can be easily resolved.

Everyone took turns trying to engrave on the wax paper.

Wen Lan was impatient and was the first to grab the iron pen.

Had it not been for everyone stopping her in time, she would have likely broken the iron pen.

This task truly requires specific experience which none of them had; they all gathered together and busied themselves for nearly an hour, yet no one managed to produce a single complete character.

The more they failed to produce anything, the less they wanted to give up, especially as each attempt seemed only a little off. It always felt almost successful, then would get ruined on some stroke.

That taste...

They also wanted to smash the iron stylus.

"Hey, what are you all huddling together for? Aren’t you eating?"

The door was pushed open directly, Sister Xiangqin walked in with hands on her hips, cursing habitually: "Why are all of you so busy? Do I have to come invite you to eat? Should I just feed you in front of your eyes?"

"That’s not really necessary." Lin Nianhe replied, stretching lazily with exhausted eyes.

Sister Xiangqin saw them gathered together, also curious, she leaned over to look: "Wow, what are you doing turning the wax paper into such a mess? Do you have a grudge against it?"

"We need to print papers for the village school, now none of us know how to carve on wax paper, so we’re practicing," Wang Xue replied.

"Tsk, a bunch of iron scraps, what’s so difficult about this?" Sister Xiangqin rolled her eyes, snatched the iron stylus from Wang Dong, and casually wrote a few characters on the wax paper.

Bunch of iron scraps: "...!"

Sister Xiangqin threw down the iron stylus and asked, "See what I did?"

Bunch of iron scraps: "No."

Sister Xiangqin: "..."

Annoyed, she waved her hand: "Alright, alright, go eat first, I’ll teach you after the meal."

Sister Xiangqin had nice handwriting in high school; her homeroom teacher was an old lady with poor eyesight and lacking energy, so the task of carving wax paper was given to Sister Xiangqin.

Sister Xiangqin said, "It’s simple, you just need to write a few more words, I’ll teach you later, it’ll take at most half an hour, you’ll definitely get it."

An hour later—

Sister Xiangqin’s roar echoed through Ten Miles Team: "Are those claws of yours newly grown or are they undivided duck flippers? Even a dog could learn this if you just place the bun on the wax paper, saying you’re iron scraps is really an overestimation!"

The bunch of iron scraps looked up or stared at their feet, each taking the scolding seriously, not daring to retort.

Anyone who has taught children homework probably had the impulse to do the homework themselves, only not doing so for educational reasons.

Sister Xiangqin didn’t have this hesitation and did it herself, quickly carving eight ancient poems neatly on the wax paper.

Lin Nianhe, seeing her beautiful handwriting, suddenly had a bright idea and called out in the softest voice with a throat pinch, "Sister Xiangqin."

Sister Xiangqin frowned and glanced at her: "Are you choking?"

Lin Nianhe: "..."

Lin Nianhe cleared her throat, restoring her normal voice: "Sister Xiangqin, how about I get you a position as a logistics teacher? You’ll be in charge of carving wax paper and printing."

Sister Xiangqin’s eyes lit up: "What are the perks?"

"Probably the treatment of a private teacher," Lin Nianhe cautiously said.

"Ten points a day and five yuan a month?" Sister Xiangqin’s eyes shone brightly, "Can do, absolutely can do! Such a little job, no problem!"

Lin Nianhe, worried she might have concerns, told Sister Xiangqin that they were printing new teaching materials and emphasized that the job was indeed not easy at all.

Sister Xiangqin didn’t care, with a grand wave, "Just give me the money!"

Lin Nianhe: "Alright, I’ll go to Uncle Feng tomorrow."

Don’t panic when facing a problem, there is always a solution.

The next day at noon, Lin Nianhe grabbed a bun and rode straight to the commune.

Upon seeing Feng Yuanshan, Lin Nianhe didn’t directly state her business, but asked, "Uncle Feng, how are the chicken coops at each school doing? Our chickens lay eggs every day, and the students can eat eggs every day!"

Mentioning the chicken coops, Feng Yuanshan immediately broke into a smile, "Xiao Lin, speaking of this, I must thank you on behalf of all students in Lan County! You solved a big problem for everyone! Now not only can students eat eggs, some schools can also sell eggs to the Cooperative Society, greatly alleviating the problem of insufficient teaching funds!"

Lin Nianhe’s smile was as bright as a flower.

Good to be appreciated.