Transmigration: Flirted with My Childhood Sweetheart
Chapter 433 - 432: Three Years, Just Wait Three Years

Chapter 433: Chapter 432: Three Years, Just Wait Three Years

Once, Lin Nianhe only wanted to make money, earn money, rake in money, and wait a few more years to rise with the wind and become the first generation rich.

After encountering so many people and so many things, Lin Nianhe wanted to be a gardener, to dig out the most beautiful gardens for the flower buds of the motherland; she also wanted to give the economy a push, hoping to start bigger waves with her small butterfly effect.

She saw too many people weak yet full of strength, and she also saw too much helplessness and heartrending pain.

It was this era that healed her, and she ought to repay it with precious gifts.

Her thoughts could be confided to no one, she could only pretend to be a cultured person who had read too many books to gloss over it with Mr. Lin.

Mr. Lin’s brows were knitted into a tight twist as he persuaded her: "Hehe, I can tell that the villagers here are nice, and the team leader always praises you, but you can’t stay in the countryside forever, can you? Don’t you want to eat roast duck anymore? Shabu-shabu? The jam-filled pies and sausages at the Moscow Restaurant, you don’t want those either?"

"Alright, if we take a step back and say you don’t want to eat those, don’t you want to go home? Look at where you’re living now, it’s inconvenient even to take a bath, and the weather’s so cold... Your mother just bought you a light brown wool coat and small leather shoes a few days ago, they are so pretty! What about the dresses at home, you won’t wear them?"

"Daughter, you are still young, filled with passion, but during these cold winter days, you’ve always been in poor health since you were little, and if you get sick here, you won’t be able to get the best treatment..."

Lin Nianhe slowly said: "Ten years of drinking ice cannot cool a fervent spirit."

Mr. Lin: "...!"

Comrade Old Lin was really anxious now, his voice raised an octave: "Then tell me, what exactly do you want to do? Are you really planning to stay here and be an educated youth forever?"

Lin Nianhe blinked, shrugged her shoulders, and pouted, saying nothing, just staring at Mr. Lin with anticipation.

A picture of frightened pity.

Mr. Lin immediately regretted his words.

He hurriedly got up, reached out to pat her back to soothe her, cooing: "Don’t be afraid, don’t be afraid, Dad is wrong, I scared you."

Lin Nianhe, as if without a bone, leaned into Mr. Lin’s embrace and looked up at him: "Dad, I really don’t want to go back to the city now, I am teaching at the school, I don’t have to do any farming... And the village school just started not long ago, each grade has only one teacher, I don’t want the children to trudge through wind and snow to find their teacher has fled the battlefield."

Mr. Lin sighed and asked, "What about your future? Do you really plan to spend a lifetime teaching here?"

Lin Nianhe clutched Mr. Lin’s sleeve seriously and said: "Dad, I want to go to university, not the Worker-Peasant-Soldier University, but the kind that you attended."

Mr. Lin looked at his beloved daughter with complicated eyes: "Your dad attended the Army Officer School."

Lin Nianhe: "..."

The conversation that day was somewhat stagnated.

Lin Xinjian’s expression froze for a moment, and then she started to throw a tantrum: "I don’t care, I won’t go to the Cultural Troupe, I want to go to university, I want to take the exam for Peking University!"

His daughter being willful, Mr. Lin sighed.

"Hehe, the National College Entrance Examination might not be restored anytime soon, you can’t just keep waiting, right?"

A cunning glint flashed in Lin Nianhe’s eyes as she stretched out three fingers to Mr. Lin: "Three years, I’ll wait three years, and if the Gaokao isn’t restored by then, I’ll follow your arrangement, okay?"

It’s the end of the year 1975 now, and in October 1977, there will be a notice to restore the Gaokao, the exams in December of the same year, and enrollment in March 1978.

Lin Nianhe said three years, mainly to avoid being overly precise and raising suspicion.

"This..."

Mr. Lin hesitated.

The situation was changing rapidly, and he was not sure when the Gaokao would actually be restored.

"Dad," Lin Nianhe saw his hesitation and immediately pressed her advantage, "even if it turns out to be a futile wait in the end, I would still be just twenty years old, everything is still possible."

She reached out and wrapped her arms around Mr. Lin’s neck, swaying and acting coquettishly: "You surely don’t want your only daughter to be left with a lifetime of regret, do you?"

Mr. Lin was so overwhelmed by his daughter’s hug that his mind went blank.

He patted Lin Nianhe’s head and said, "Then just wait at home, you can study properly. Our family isn’t lacking the little bit of salary you make. Besides, would the village school shut down without you?"

Lin Nianhe replied, "Don’t even say it, for real, the village school would disperse without me."

Mr. Lin: "..."

He didn’t believe a word of that.

Just last night, he saw that there were plenty of educated youth at the Educated Youth Corps. How could they possibly lack teachers?

Lin Nianhe, fiddling with her fingers, added another thing, "Not only would the village school disperse without me, but if I go back to Beijing, Uncle Huang’s plan to earn foreign currency by exporting headpieces from the textile factory would be put on hold as well."

Mr. Lin: "...?"

As someone who aspired to be the wealthy first-generation, Lin Nianhe had some insights into assessing situations.

For example, right now, the only person who could persuade Comrade Old Lin to let her stay was Minister Huang.

It wasn’t possible for Li Dahe and the others; Uncle Team Leader always felt the only way to do right by her was to send her back to the city; Su Yuncheng was even less likely, he couldn’t wait for her to return to Beijing to live a life sheltered from wind and rain.

Only Uncle Huang—

"What are you saying? All these headpieces were designed by Kid Lin? Don’t play tricks on me!"

Wong Xiao and Factory Director Ji nodded in unison with remarkable frequency: "It’s Xiao Lin’s designs! Moreover, our headpieces have already signed a contract to supply thirty thousand pieces a month with the Provincial City Supply and Marketing Cooperative!"

They tacitly did not mention that Director Zhai had only signed for one month.

Minister Huang’s eyes widened in disbelief as he looked at Lin Nianhe, as if seeing her for the first time.

At the right moment, Lin Nianhe took out the new samples that Wen Lan and Aunt Zhao had made in the past two days and said, "Uncle Huang, take a look at these headpiece samples. I designed them after hearing my dad mention that you wanted to sell headpieces in the Friendship Store. The time was a bit tight, so I didn’t manage to prepare suitable materials, but please have a look."

Minister Huang took them and looked them over carefully, nodding repeatedly, "Exactly right, the headpieces I’ve seen the foreign guests wear look just like these! Child, how did you come to know about these?"

"I’ve read some books before, and they described such headpieces," Lin Nianhe smiled innocently.

"Goodness, you’re quite the clever girl," Minister Huang exclaimed.

He placed several headpieces on the table, then turned to Mr. Lin and said, "Binghui, your little girl can’t just go to the Cultural Troupe; she should come to the Foreign Trade Department!"

Mr. Lin’s head ached.

The Foreign Trade Department? His daughter now just wanted to root herself in the black earth... Huh? Foreign Trade Department? If it meant coaxing Lin Nianhe back to Beijing, what did it matter if it was the Foreign Trade Department or the Cultural Troupe? Anywhere would do!

Mr. Lin suddenly perked up, his headache gone, and he asked Lin Nianhe eagerly, "Hehe, what about the Foreign Trade Department? With your Uncle Huang there, no one would dare bully you!"

Lin Nianhe blinked her eyes, "Would going to the Foreign Trade Department delay my Peking University entrance exam?"

"Not at all! When they resume the entrance exams, your Uncle Huang will let you go!" Mr. Lin declared confidently.

"Then that’s great."

Lin Nianhe smiled radiantly.

Mr. Lin’s lips uncontrollably curled upwards in a smile, but before he could let out a laugh, he heard his daughter say again:

"However, Uncle Huang, I’m still too young. If you put me directly into the Foreign Trade Department, I wouldn’t understand anything! I think I should start from the grassroots level; why not start with the foreign trade business of the textile factory?"

Mr. Lin: "...!"

His daughter truly wanted to root herself in the vast black soil, not even the allure of the Foreign Trade Department could tempt her.