Transmigration: Flirted with My Childhood Sweetheart
Chapter 415 - 414: The Auspicious Banquet Mascot

Chapter 415: Chapter 414: The Auspicious Banquet Mascot

Several girls looked at each other.

After a brief silence, the room suddenly erupted:

"What’s with the affectation, it only takes less than ten minutes to walk from the Educated Youth Corps to your house!"

"You’re not off work, we can see you every day, why the fuss?"

"Could it be that you can’t bear to part with the half-tank of pickles in the cellar? Should I grab a couple for your dowry?"

"Stop howling, plant more cucumbers next spring, so we can sneak into your vegetable garden and steal some."

Yu Xiangqin’s tears had just welled up when they were choked back.

If it weren’t for them blocking the door, she wouldn’t even need Zhao Zhuangshi to pick her up; she would have run to the Zhao Family herself.

There isn’t a single good person left at this Educated Youth Corps now!

The girls joked around, washing away the slight sadness of getting married.

The day gradually brightened, and the weather was excellent today, the sun like a big red lantern during the New Year.

Zhao Zhuangshi arrived in an ox cart, which was covered with red paper, and a big red flower adorned the forehead of the old ox.

Today, he rarely felt shy and spoke little, his face flushing as he pulled out cigarettes from his pocket to distribute to everyone.

Li Xiaoshan in the crowd also received a cigarette, it was a Chienmen Cigarette.

Since Zhao Zhuangshi was still using a crutch, the girls from the Educated Youth Corps didn’t make it too hard for him. After symbolically blocking the door for a while, letting Zhao Zhuangshi’s two assistants—Li Erdun and Wang Sanzhu do twenty push-ups, they let him in.

Zhao Zhuangshi looked at Yu Xiangqin, who was sitting on the edge of the kang, and clenched the corner of his clothes, clearing his throat.

Under the expectant gazes of the crowd, he opened his mouth—then cleared his throat again.

Everyone: "..."

"Um," Zhao Zhuangshi rubbed his nose, "I’m here to pick you up."

"Big brother, who are you here to pick up?" Li Erdun teased Zhao Zhuangshi with his elbow.

Zhao Zhuangshi’s face turned red, he glanced at others’ mocking eyes, and feeling he couldn’t lose the prestige of the former village tyrant, he shouted:

"I’m here to pick up my wife!"

His voice was clear enough for those outside the courtyard to hear.

Immediately, the entire village burst into laughter.

Yu Xiangqin, covering her face, leaned to one side, mumbling that she couldn’t show her face.

"Ha ha ha ha ha..."

Amid the sound of firecrackers, the crowd escorted the couple onto the ox cart.

Since Yu Xiangqin was an educated youth, only her parents came from her family, so the banquet was held together.

Now being winter, the seats couldn’t be set outside, so they were placed both at Zhao’s family and the team’s headquarters. Zhao’s family didn’t have many relatives, so village officials and Principal Wu were invited home, while other villagers went to the team’s headquarters.

Widow Zhao was busy taking care of both sides, Zhao Cuixia and her in-laws also came to help. Both places were bustling since it was the slack farming season, and people were joyfully making noise.

During the meal, Lin Nianhe remembered his past experience, with Niuwa on his left and Zheng Shan on his right, lightly pursing his lips, and staring at the array of "enemies" in front of him as if questioning their conscience: do you really have the heart to compete with a child?

In response to Lin Nianhe’s behavior, Wen Lan commented: "Silly girl, she doesn’t even care about her face."

Lin Nianhe simply ignored Sister Lan’s words.

Whether he has a face or not isn’t important, what’s important is filling up the stomach.

Guarding the two mascots of the meal, Lin Nianhe wasn’t pitifully staring at the broth this time.

After eating their fill, they quickly cleared the space.

Lin Nianhe took Zheng Shan by one hand and Niuwa by the other, while Bai Xiaojun, the little tag-along, was unhappy being led by Lin Nianhe; he still preferred his Brother Niuwa.

Bai Xiaojun couldn’t sit still, after walking with them for a while, he ran off to join the other kids searching for unlit firecrackers among the red paper scraps on the ground.

Lin Nianhe tugged at Niuwa’s hand: "Aren’t you going?"

Niuwa frowned, looking up at her as if to say: Do I look that childish?

Lin Nianhe was amused by his mature little expression, rubbed his head, and asked him: "So what do you want to do today?"

Niuwa spoke earnestly, "Brother Su lent me ’Red Rock,’ and I’ve read more than half of it. I think I’ll finish it today."

Lin Nianhe: "..."

Honestly, teaching Niuwa can be really stressful!

Ever since this kid learned to use a dictionary, he doesn’t need others to teach him how to read. With a book or a newspaper, and a dictionary, he can teach himself.

Just a couple of days ago, this little guy seriously said to Lin Nianhe while holding a newspaper, "Sister Hehe, I think this article isn’t written well... How can it only say nice things? There are clearly still many people who can’t get enough to eat!"

Lin Nianhe finally realized, this kid can not only read, but he understands; he not only understands, but he also thinks!

Hearing Niuwa’s plans for today, Lin Nianhe thought for a moment and said, "It’s a holiday today, take a break from reading."

Niuwa exclaimed, "Isn’t reading a way to rest?"

Lin Nianhe: "..."

While Lin Nianhe was speechless, Bai Xiaojun came running back, carrying a full bag of small firecrackers.

He showed off to Niuwa, tugging at his pocket, "Brother Niuwa, look, I picked up a lot!"

Lin Nianhe was surprised to see the bag full of red.

He probably collected 90% of the firecrackers, right?

Bai Xiaojun’s cheeks were red, and he tugged at Niuwa’s sleeve, "Brother Niuwa, let’s play together."

Niuwa patted his head, "No, you’re too young, setting off firecrackers could hurt you."

"Ah?"

Bai Xiaojun looked disappointed, his mouth agape.

Moments later, he ran up to Zheng Shan, "Sister, you set them off, I’ll just listen to the bangs!"

Zheng Shan: "Go away!"

Nevertheless, Bai Xiaojun’s firecrackers were all set off, ending in an enjoyable way for all.

"Xiao Jun, I’ll set one off for you!"

"Xiao Jun, I’ll help you set off another one!"

"Xiao Jun..."

The firecrackers he collected were all set off with the "help" of others.

The children were happy because even though they didn’t pick any firecrackers themselves, they still got to play with them; Bai Xiaojun was also happy because he heard the bangs.

Lin Nianhe thought, "I should hint to Sister Lirong to save some money... This brain, needs money to cure it."

...

Of course, Zheng Lirong didn’t know about the silly things her son did; she was busy distributing Head Flower!

Lin Nianhe only sent Wu Genmao and Cao Shijian to deliver Head Flower to Zheng Lirong after waiting for two days following Sun Bo’s phone call.

Through Lin Nianhe’s deliberate manipulation, the trend for Head Flower in the provincial city started from the Cultural Troupe. They had coincidentally an event, and the fashion-loving girls wearing the new Head Flowers immediately attracted other beauty-loving girls.

These girls rushed to the Cooperative Society after the performance, only to be told there were no such new Head Flowers.

They speculated that maybe the Cultural Troupe made them themselves, so the Cooperative Society didn’t have any.

They were dejected, upset, and itching with curiosity.

Just then, they suddenly found people in their schools, factories, and residential complexes wearing the same Head Flowers as the women from the Cultural Troupe!

What happened to no new Head Flowers? Weren’t they supposed to be exclusive to the Troupe members?

The recently calmed down girls surrounded the Cooperative Society counter once again.

"New Head Flowers! You can’t sell them to others and not to us!"

"We’re all proletariat workers, you can’t treat us differently!"

"Right..."

The director of the Provincial City Supply and Marketing Cooperative broke into a cold sweat hearing all this!

He swore to the flag, he genuinely had never seen any so-called new Head Flowers!

In his office, with the fear of death upon him, he clutched his chest and cursed, "Who the hell stirred up this mess? If I find out, I’ll definitely, definitely... beg them to supply me..."