Transmigration: Flirted with My Childhood Sweetheart
Chapter 425 - 424: Cylinder: I’ll Self-Detonate to Spice Things Up for Everyone

Chapter 425: Chapter 424: Cylinder: I’ll Self-Detonate to Spice Things Up for Everyone

Su Yuncheng insisted that Lin Nianhe felt a chill on her back because she had caught a cold, so he gave her a big bowl of brown sugar water and sent her to bed. He not only covered her with a quilt but also put his military coat on it.

Originally, Lin Nianhe had wanted to work on the development plan for the textile factory tonight, but cocooned in the cozy quilt, she did not want to get up anymore.

Men, indeed, are little demons who distract her from her career.

After a good night’s sleep, early the next morning, Lin Nianhe found herself trapped in the house.

The door had frozen shut.

She lay on the window, and through the two layers of plastic sheeting, all she could see outside was a vast white expanse—apparently, it had snowed heavily last night.

Having spent a long time in Ten Miles Team, Lin Nianhe had gradually relaxed her tense nerves. She had grown accustomed to the various small noises at night, and no longer woke up frightened by every sound.

Lin Nianhe wrapped herself into a ball, donned her gloves and hat, and then grabbed the door latch, forcefully banging it along the door frame.

The sound of ice cracking was cringe-worthy, and although Lin Nianhe felt the ice outside falling, she heard no sound.

Without thought, she knew too much snow must have accumulated outside, muffling the sound of the falling ice.

Lin Nianhe anticipated deep snow outside but never imagined it would be that deep!

When the door opened just a crack, the snow above her knees outside rushed in, instantly covering Lin Nianhe’s feet.

Accompanying this was the cry from Wen Lan across the door: "My jar!"

Lin Nianhe poked her head out and saw the large water jar at her neighbor’s doorstep had vanished, the nearby snow formation suggesting it had shattered.

Since winter started, the large water jars outside could hardly be used. In nights that got as cold as minus thirty degrees Celsius, the water would freeze into a solid block overnight, making them unusable.

Fortunately, there was a water well in the backyard, making water access convenient. They had lazily refrained from moving the jar into the kitchen—also because their kitchens were too small to fit such a big jar.

Lin Nianhe got a scare from Wen Lan, and quickly stuck her head out to check the large water jar at her own doorstep.

It was half-buried but still stood firm amidst the bitter cold and snow, showing no sign of cracking at all.

No wonder it cost her five yuan! It indeed lasted longer than the two-yuan one across the door!

Wang Shumei came out upon hearing noises, confused when she didn’t see her jar: "Where’s my jar?"

Where’s the jar?

Such a huge jar, where?

Lin Nianhe couldn’t help herself and interjected: "Gave up on life and exploded on its own."

Perhaps because she was in a particularly good mood lately, her tone was overly cheerful, letting Wang Shumei and Wen Lan detect a hint of schadenfreude.

"Silly girl, I’ll beat you up!"

Sister Lan’s call was lively, but she fell into the snow just two steps out.

Lin Nianhe immediately burst into laughter, dancing and prancing at her doorstep: "Come on, come hit me, oh you can’t come over, haha..."

Wen Lan: "...!"

Wang Shumei pulled Wen Lan out of the snow, and said, "Nianhe, do you think spring will never come? Actually, there’s no need to wait until spring, we’re heading to school soon!"

Lin Nianhe: "..."

If it were only Wen Lan, she probably wouldn’t hold a grudge till spring, likely forgetting in about three hours. But with Wang Shumei added... she’ll remember this grudge until it’s settled, no matter how long it takes.

Lin Nianhe’s hand froze midair, blinking her eyes and looking up at the sky, she muttered as if waking from a dream: "Eh? How did I come outside? Wasn’t I sleeping? Ah, I must have been sleepwalking again, I need to go back and take my medication..."

Wang Shumei: "..."

Wen Lan: "..."

As long as the mind doesn’t slide, there are always more solutions than difficulties.

Lin Nianhe avoided a beating by claiming she was sleepwalking.

Wen Lan was still a bit worried and asked, "Meizi, isn’t Nianhe’s sleepwalking pretty serious? What if she runs out without clothes in the middle of the night and freezes to death?"

Wang Shumei laughed at her pure silliness: "Other than cursing herself, when has Lin Nianhe ever told the truth?"

Sister Lan thought for a long time, a very long time...and asked, "When has she ever cursed herself?"

Wang Shumei: "..."

She regretted bringing up Wen Lan just now.

At that moment, Sun Guanghui came along with a big broom, slowly making his way through the snow.

He quickly looked up, glanced at Wang Shumei, cracked a smile, and then suddenly puzzled, "Shumei, what about your jars? They froze and exploded?"

Wang Shumei, infuriated by his inappropriate timing, rolled her eyes: "Go sweep the snow! Stop prying!"

Sun Guanghui completely missed her irritation, smiling naively: "Alright."

Wang Shumei: "..."

She often felt out of place because the people around her were too naive.

She... might as well go find Lin Nianhe; she was realizing that she might not be so adverse to her "sleepwalking."

...

Last night’s snow was exceptionally heavy, shallow areas didn’t pass an adult’s knees, and deeper spots could bury someone up to their neck.

In such weather, the village school couldn’t possibly function. He Aimin and Li Dahe had a phone call, arranged for school closure, and then started worrying about how to deliver matches.

Ox carts were definitely out of the question. Both teams didn’t have horses or carts, making deliveries a challenge. This problem wasn’t temporary; from now until spring, this issue would persist. If not for the difficulty of delivery, the match factory wouldn’t have been persuaded to open a branch.

"Then let’s just carry them on our backs."

Eventually, that was their decision.

Wind, snow, cold, suffering...none of these scared them; as long as they could earn money, what did a bit of hardship matter? It was better than starving.

Besides, they had already prepared to deliver goods on foot after heavy snow.

After Li Dahe announced the school closure through the megaphone, he planned to fetch the tarps prepared in advance from the warehouse.

Delivering goods on foot wasn’t easy; they had to wrap the matches tightly to prevent them from getting wet from the snow.

For winter deliveries, they didn’t just prepare tarps but also straw mats, planning to use these two layers to protect the matches. They weren’t considering the reduction in the load one could carry; strength was the cheapest, if carrying less, then they would just make more trips.

Walking through knee-deep snow was strenuous, Li Da just pulled his leg out of a snow hole when he heard bursts of laughter in the distance.

Looking closely, he saw a group of little bastards who had somehow gotten hold of a broken door, lying on it and sliding down the slope, each slide raising a cloud of snow and laughter.

Village kids were like that, they could play with a piece of lumber for hours.

"Little bastards."

Li Da smiled and cursed, continuing to struggle like pulling radishes.

"Hey, hey, it’s my turn now, move aside, let sister show you how to ’Stepping on Snow Without Trace’!"

Hearing this familiar voice, Li Da looked up sharply.

Then he saw a first-grade child, Wang, lightly jumping on the door, wobbling twice, and sliding down the door!

Li Da’s pupils shrank: "Little bastard, you’re courting death!"