Transmigration: Flirted with My Childhood Sweetheart
Chapter 409 - 408: The Wedding Date Approaches

Chapter 409: Chapter 408: The Wedding Date Approaches

The snow that day fell on and off for three days, and the chill was biting. Despite the cold, the students’ physical education class wasn’t cancelled. In fact, not only did it continue, but a new teaching subject was introduced and it became the first subject to complete its reform in the village school’s curriculum plan.

This matter starts with Feng Wei.

After the wild boar herd came down from the mountain, Su Yuncheng, out of his strong contempt for him, arranged a training schedule for him that was no less rigorous than the one from his military days. Su Yuncheng had originally intended to have Feng Wei start training the next day, but due to a series of busy events, it was postponed.

Now that all was settled, Su Yuncheng had no tasks on hand, and there wasn’t much to do in the village, so he put the special training for Comrade Earthquake Feng back on the schedule.

On the first day, Earthquake Feng braced the cold wind and ran ten kilometers with his backpack. Just as he caught his breath, he was kicked out to the grain drying yard to practice boxing;

On the second day, the same routine;

On the third day...

On the fourth day, the snow on the grain drying yard was too thick. Feng Wei, overjoyed, thought he wouldn’t have to practice boxing today. But Su Yuncheng said that the playground of the village school was cleared of snow every day, and directly took him to a corner of the playground.

Feng Wei was on the verge of tears.

Now with the cold weather, the villagers were busy at home gluing matchboxes and seldom went out. He could endure kicks at the grain drying yard without anyone seeing, but the playground was different—it was full of children. If he were to be kicked there...

For the sake of his pride, Comrade Earthquake Feng performed his boxing with extra vigor and power.

At first, the students were merely curious. Later, it was unclear who started learning by following along. After that, Wen Lan went directly to Feng Wei, asking him to teach the children how to box during physical education class.

Sister Lan said, a lot of children want to be soldiers, and starting to train now would be beneficial for the future, even if they don’t become soldiers. It was after all about strengthening the body!

Sister Lan said, both boys and girls need to train. Look, isn’t it true that no one dares to mess with Aunt Wang? The deterrent power of combat skills is always the simplest and most effective.

Sister Lan said, if you don’t want to teach, I’ll go find Hezi, and once she talks to Comrade Su... you’ll not only have no choice but also take a couple more kicks.

So, Comrade Earthquake Feng, who originally only needed to practice boxing for two hours each day, saw his practice time extend indefinitely... because there were even students coming to him for guidance after class!

Afterwards, it wasn’t only the students from the village school who started looking for him, but the young men from the village as well...

And he couldn’t even blame Wen Lan—at the times when he taught the students to box, she was the most attentive learner of them all! In fact, he had seen her practicing on her own several times when she didn’t have classes.

"I think Sister Lan definitely has an ulterior motive for having Brother Feng teach boxing,"

Lin Nianhe said while cutting out paper "happiness" characters at the Educated Youth Corps.

Time passed by day by day, and in a blink of an eye, there were only three days left until Yu Xiangqin’s wedding. There were quite a few things to prepare, and they had been busy with these after classes recently.

Wen Ruannuan suddenly looked up, her eyes shining brightly: "What do you mean, Nianhe? Sister Wen Lan and Feng Wei..."

Lin Nianhe looked at her blankly: "Huh? What I meant was, she’s obviously very eager to learn for herself."

Wen Ruannuan was not satisfied with this answer, blinking and probing: "Couldn’t it possibly be that the two of them... hehe..."

"Impossible," Lin Nianhe shook her head straightaway, "Absolutely impossible."

If it was any other woman, Lin Nianhe would have been all over the gossip. But this was Sister Lan, oh—Sister Lan who thinks of her neighbor who hanged herself whenever she hears a love poem!

Gossip? Forget it, Sister Lan is only likely to want to increase her own combat power.

Wen Ruannuan sighed and picked up her scissors again listlessly.

"Sister Xiangqin’s parents are arriving tomorrow, right?" Wen Ruannuan couldn’t sit still and soon looked up again to ask.

"Yes," Wang Xue answered, "Aunt Wang has cleared out an empty house for them. She’s taking Huanhuan and Lele to stay with the brigade leader for a few days."

"Speaking of which, should Sister Xiangqin’s luggage be moved ahead of time? Or should it be moved on the day of the wedding?"

"In my hometown, we bring the wedding gifts on the day of the wedding itself."

"In my old home, it’s three days in advance."

"Let’s ask Xiangqin later."

"I’ve asked; she said she couldn’t remember either..."

A few unmarried girls chattered non-stop while working and busying themselves with someone else’s wedding affairs.

They sometimes argued and played around, having long forgotten their initial standoffish encounters.

Snowflakes drifted down from the sky, and the red paper and cloth inside the house reflected a warm hue onto the snow on the window lattice.

The next day.

Widow Zhao borrowed bicycles from Li Dahe and Lin Nianhe to go with Yu Xiangqin to the train station to pick up Mr. and Mrs. Yu.

Perhaps it was due to the continuous heavy snow, the train was delayed. Widow Zhao fished a dollar out from her pocket and gave it to Yu Xiangqin, pointing to the State-Owned Restaurant not far away, "Girl, go have a bowl of noodles; I’ll wait here."

Yu Xiangqin shook her head and pushed the money back into her hand: "You don’t know my parents, I should be the one waiting. Besides, I’m not hungry."

"Don’t be hungry, just go have a bowl of hot soup."

"That would just be a waste of money, filling my stomach with water for no reason."

They had spent a lot of time together, so their conversations had become more casual. Yu Xiangqin often couldn’t hold her tongue, and Widow Zhao would occasionally make a fuss.

On the whole...it was quite harmonious.

They waited in the north wind for a good half an hour before Yu Xiangqin finally saw her parents in the crowd.

Her father wore his most presentable black leather jacket, his hair neatly combed back, probably just tidied up before getting off the train. He looked quite funny with a huge bundle on his back and two large hemp bags in his hands;

Her mother wore the red woolen coat and black leather shoes she had only worn for her wedding, holding only a net bag in her hands. Seeing Yu Xiangqin, she didn’t care whether Mr. Yu could keep up, rushing over in a jog.

"My girl, my girl..."

Holding her daughter, Mrs. Yu’s eyes reddened.

Mr. Yu walked up quickly; he didn’t say anything, just looked Yu Xiangqin up and down, eyes red, once and again.

Yu Xiangqin sniffed and patted Mrs. Yu’s back: "Why cry? If someone didn’t know, they might think that I..."

Widow Zhao quickly interrupted what Yu Xiangqin hadn’t finished saying: "In-laws, are you cold? Can you stand it?"

Widow Zhao pushed the bicycles over, smiling and saying, "I’m sorry, we should have let my son come to pick you up, but he just got out of the hospital a few days ago and isn’t walking well. Please don’t mind."

Mrs. Yu wiped away her tears, looking at Widow Zhao.

To be honest, she was not satisfied. She of course would have preferred her daughter to marry back into the city rather than spend her life toiling the land, but...

Mrs. Yu smiled and said, "Hello, mother-in-law, thank you for coming to pick us up. We’re family now, let’s not talk like that. Is your child’s leg better?"

She was actually more afraid of offending the other party than Widow Zhao was. After all, her daughter would have to live in their house in the future, so what was the use of a moment’s satisfaction? She couldn’t stand behind her daughter every day.

"Much better, he can walk on the ground now, it won’t be an issue," said Widow Zhao rubbing her hands, "Have you had a meal in-laws? Shall we go to the State-Owned Restaurant first?"

She had gone out of her way to exchange eggs for Food Tickets with Lin Nianhe for this meal.

She didn’t know the customs of city folks, but she figured, surely they couldn’t let people go on their way on an empty stomach right after getting off the train.