Transmigration: Flirted with My Childhood Sweetheart
Chapter 400 - 399 "The Best

Chapter 400: Chapter 399 "The Best

Lin Nianhe smiled radiantly at Feng Yuanshan, still not stating his purpose but offering him a big red date instead: "This is very good. Wait another four or five months, and I’ll help select another batch of eggs. By then, when the hens’ egg production decreases, the new batch of chickens will start laying eggs. We can sell the old hens to the Cooperative Society, and the income won’t be low either."

"By then, you could tally up the number of chickens raised by each school. With this experience, the next batch could probably be increased."

Feng Yuanshan’s eyes sparkled as he nodded vigorously at Lin Nianhe: "Alright, alright, alright! That would be fantastic! I believe it won’t be long before the schools in Lan County no longer have to worry about funding!"

Feng Yuanshan rubbed his hands together, his mouth curving into an unstoppable smile.

He envisioned a thriving school, students studying diligently, and a future where desks no longer need stones to steady their uneven legs.

Lin Nianhe shared a good laugh with him before saying: "Uncle Feng, there’s another small matter I’ve come to report—we need a logistics teacher at our village school. As you know, we’re short of teachers, and Principal Wu even has to cook the meals himself. You see, with the principal tied up with these miscellaneous tasks all day, who’s going to do the proper work?"

"Aiyoh," Feng Yuanshan became serious, "No wonder Xiao Wu hasn’t been coming around here lately, and now you’ve come to discuss finding a logistics teacher."

"Principal Wu has been sick recently, coughing severely," said Lin Nianhe. "But she knows about this, and the person she recommended is Yu Xiangqin, the literacy class teacher from Ten Miles Team. Uncle Feng, you might not know, Yu Xiangqin is also an educated youth. She started by voluntarily teaching the villagers to read, never complaining and not taking a single point."

"She ranked seventh in the teacher exam back then, and her results weren’t bad either. The villagers have learned more than three hundred characters under her earnest guidance, making the literacy efforts very successful."

Feng Yuanshan did remember Yu Xiangqin, he said: "I remember Comrade Xiao Yu, Xiao Wu has mentioned her to me before, a good comrade who does her work conscientiously."

Lin Nianhe rubbed his hands together: "So does that settle the matter?"

Feng Yuanshan: "...?"

He’d only praised Yu Xiangqin, how had the matter been settled already?

But considering the current situation of Ten Miles Village School and the health of Principal Wu, Feng Yuanshan didn’t hesitate too long before he nodded: "Alright, let it be her."

"Uncle Feng, you’re truly the best leader in the education department I’ve ever seen!"

Regarding the "best," Lin Nianhe could always use various qualifications to make the phrase heartfelt.

In a few years, her "best" might become—"the best three-months-old magpie with a shell that’s three parts purple and seven parts green on the fourth branch of the third tree on the east side of Shichahai in Beijing".

The thought of that image made Lin Nianhe shiver.

Indeed, one really brings upon oneself big trouble without seeking innovation and change.

She’d better come up with some fresh flattering phrases.

As she walked back with the appointment letter Feng Yuanshan had given her, she vaguely saw someone ahead riding a bicycle who looked a lot like Uncle Team Leader. He was wearing a hat, and Lin Nianhe couldn’t be totally sure.

She didn’t chase after him and even deliberately slowed down the pace at which she pedaled her bicycle. These days Uncle Team Leader was like a powder keg, blowing up at everyone, and she didn’t want to put herself in the line of fire.

When Lin Nianhe returned to Ten Miles Team, she just happened to catch the last few words of Li Dahe’s broadcast—

"...please encourage everyone to cooperate enthusiastically and give a warm welcome."

Lin Nianhe: "...?"

Cooperate with what?

Welcome what?

Are there more educated youth being sent down to the countryside?

Knowing Uncle Team Leader, he wouldn’t bother using the loudspeakers for such an event.

Lin Nianhe guessed correctly, it was not about educated youth heading to the countryside, it was about Victory Team.

After Wong Xiao had been in meetings non-stop for a day and a night, the higher-ups indicated that they had made contact with the battalion, and they would send a company of battalion soldiers to stay at the former Victory Team site, responsible for reconstruction, farming, and reclaiming land.

Before their houses are rebuilt, both Ten Miles Team and the Red Star Team to the west are responsible for providing accommodation for the educated youth.

Upon hearing this news, Lin Nianhe broke out in a cold sweat. She grabbed Wang Shumei, who shared the news with her, and asked, "Which battalion are they from? It’s not Ninth Company, is it? It isn’t by any chance that one of the girls is named Guan, right?"

Wang Shumei patted her arm soothingly: "The Team Leader said there’s nowhere in the village to accommodate them, if necessary, let the educated youth squeeze together on the school desks at night. I specifically asked, they said all of those coming are the old educated youth, those who have been in the Great Northern Wilderness for seven or eight years, it’s also a way to give them some rest."

"Phew... That scared me to death."

Lin Nianhe patted her chest and heaved a sigh of relief.

She had thought for a moment that Guan Manling was coming!

Sie Yufei had just been normal for a while, if Guan Manling came, wouldn’t it trigger a relapse?

Lin Nianhe asked: "So when are the battalion’s people coming?"

"In two days," said Wang Shumei. "They need to finish the houses before the spring planting, otherwise it will delay the seeding."

Lin Nianhe was surprised: "How can we build houses in the dead of winter?"

Wang Shumei was equally puzzled: "I don’t know."

"Truly all soldiers, fearless of any hardship..." Lin Nianhe murmured softly.

"Nianhe, that’s not the key issue, the important thing is, if they stay at the school, what are we going to do with our new textbooks?" Wang Shumei pulled Lin Nianhe aside and said in a low voice, "With people coming and going, if anyone finds something off, aren’t we finished?"

Lin Nianhe clicked her tongue, quite dissatisfied: "Hey, Uncle Wong is really trying to pull the wool over my eyes."

This stab in the back really caught her off guard; although Wong Xiao didn’t do it on purpose, it didn’t stop her from wanting to put all the blame on him.

Wang Shumei spoke up for Wong Xiao: "The leaders don’t know that you’re planning to stir up the heavens here."

Lin Nianhe: "A leader who doesn’t know what his subordinates are doing still has the right to argue?"

Wang Shumei: "..."

Leadership sure is tough, she never wanted to be a leader in her life.

Lin Nianhe frowned and thought for a while, then said: "This is a big issue, let me think it over."

"If it doesn’t work out, just let it go for now, they’ll leave once the houses are built," Wang Shumei comforted her, "It won’t matter if it’s delayed a little."

She didn’t suggest Lin Nianhe confront Wong Xiao directly, because she knew without thinking that if she did, Wong Xiao would definitely take away the printing press and tell them to stop causing trouble.

"Okay."

Lin Nianhe nodded.

She did not want to give up. She didn’t have much time at Ten Miles Team, and she needed to use this limited time to do more, not just for Ten Miles Team, but also for herself.

Lin Nianhe found herself once again caught in the cycle of experiencing difficulties in doing good deeds. She had just solved the printing issue and now comes the battalion’s educated youth... With one wave unflattened, another following close behind, Lin Nianhe was almost questioning life.

Was it possible that she just didn’t have the talent for doing good?

Obviously not; it could only be Wong Xiao’s fault.

At the commune, Wong Xiao sneezed seven or eight times consecutively, wiping away tears and muttering: "Who is missing me now... Achoo—"