Transmigration: Flirted with My Childhood Sweetheart
Chapter 502 - 501 Always Sitting, Always...

Chapter 502: Chapter 501 Always Sitting, Always...

At the Educated Youth Corps, Wen Lan is picking vegetables while grumbling non-stop:

"You two really give me a new surprise every day—each day you’re more useless than the last, while others only seem to become more capable with time. You two silly girls, why is it the opposite for you? Normally sharp-witted, why can’t you apply yourselves to these tasks and learn from what’s done well?"

"Especially you—Meizi, what’s the matter with you? It’s normal for Hezi to be useless, but why have you become useless too?"

Wang Shumei: "...?"

This isn’t a veiled criticism, is it? Surely not, right?

Lin Nianhe: "...?"

What does it mean that it’s normal for her to be useless? How is that normal?

But Lin Nianhe is also a bit curious: "Yeah Sister Shumei, for the past two months, the thing I’ve been doing the most is sitting down. What’s happened to you?"

At home, her parents asked her to sit; when going out to ride a bike, Su Yuncheng asked her to sit; even at the machinery factory, her master would toss her a little stool each day, telling her to find a cool spot to sit.

Always sitting down does lead one to realize a very serious truth—sitting is indeed more comfortable than standing.

But Wang Shumei...

Wang Shumei’s complexion isn’t very good, she gently massages her legs and shakes her head: "I’ve been a bit tired recently."

As soon as she entered the family home, they divided the household. On Chinese New Year’s Eve, her older sister-in-law gave birth, and from the first day of the new year, she began taking care of the confinement, then seamlessly transitioned to looking after Wang Xiaoxiao.

One month of both physical and mental exhaustion, even the most spirited person couldn’t take it.

Lin Nianhe wanted to go back and get some vitamins for Wang Shumei, but her own legs were still hurting. So she said, "Wait a bit, I’ll rest for a moment and then get you some vitamins to help with the fatigue."

"Okay." Wang Shumei let out a yawn and rubbed her eyes, "I’ve really been too tired lately."

Just as she said this, Wen Lan happened to come out. She didn’t comment but added a dish of stir-fried eggs to the lunch table, and after school in the evening, she went to exchange for a chicken with Widow Zhao.

Regarding this, Sister Lan tried to express her displeasure in a gruff voice: "Eat quickly, and don’t expect me to pick you up on bike every day!"

...

Perhaps because the textbooks couldn’t be taken home, the students’ enthusiasm for learning had surged recently, and they even privately competed to see who could memorize all the texts.

Lin Nianhe jokingly referred to it as the "bookstore effect"—people only want to read when the books are in the store, and once brought home, they’re likely to be shelved and become a heavy, artistic ornament.

No one expected this protective measure to spark such a desire for knowledge, but the teachers were happy to see it, and Principal Wu took this opportunity to really tidy up the school’s academic environment.

Lin Nianhe began to observe her students, from their reactions during classes to their changes after class, taking notes, trying to deepen her understanding of them.

This was a lengthy process; after all, there are barriers between the worlds of adults and children, and rushing in eagerly was not a good approach.

Time passed day by day, and Lin Nianhe went to the town once a week to meet with Wong Xiao and Factory Director Ji, and then to call Minister Huang to report on her work. One by one, the foreign trade product samples were made, and half of them were filtered out, never to appear in their product catalog. The selected ones, each variety, would be made into one hundred pieces, to be used for the Spring Trade Fair.

Wen Lan and Wang Shumei were also busy; they were required by Lin Nianhe to attend the Spring Trade Fair together, and now Wang Shumei was learning English every day with Niuwa and a tape recorder. According to Wang Xiaoxiao, her sister would even talk in English in her dreams and could curse in English as well.

Wen Lan was busy making clothes for several people, which was so thrilling for her that her face flushed and her heart raced, and she kept on complaining that wearing such bourgeois dresses out would surely lead to being beaten to death.

The Spring Trade Fair lasted a month, and Lin Nianhe gave Wen Lan a hundred design drawings and fabrics for dresses, along with the Zhongshan suit for Wong Xiao and clothes for Niuwa to accompany the trip.

Lin Nianhe had transferred all the fabric and patterns to Wen Lan’s house that day, and Sister Lan chased after her with a broom for half an hour.

Later on, it still took Aunt Zhao stepping in, teaming up with Aunt Wang to find the best tailors in the area, sharing the heavy task with Wen Lan.

This move rescued Wen Lan from a dire situation and also saved Lin Nianhe’s life.

Amidst the bustling preparations, time flew by, and in the blink of an eye, the day in early April to set off arrived.

Because the village school would be without three teachers, a week earlier they had adjusted substitute teaching arrangements, with Feng Wei taking over physical education; he had a good understanding of teaching children martial arts, so there was no worry. Zhou Chujiang took over Chinese class; being a Chinese teacher by trade, he faced no pressure teaching primary school children, and he was the first to support textbook improvements, teaching with full enthusiasm.

Principal Wu originally intended to take over math class, but in the end, Su Yuncheng picked it up. Principal Wu was a bit worried at first, but after listening to a few classes, he wholeheartedly agreed, even expressing that if Su Yuncheng ever wanted to stop being with Public Security and become a teacher, it would be a good choice.

The village school was not thrown into chaos by their departure; rather, it was they themselves who were slightly overwhelmed—

"Lin Nianhe, come, explain to me, how on earth are we supposed to bring all these things?"

Outside the train station, Wen Lan looked at the eighteen huge boxes and covered her face in utter despair.

Clothes and samples being plentiful were understandable to her, after all, it was the Spring Trade Fair, and bringing extra items she could comprehend. What she truly couldn’t understand was why Lin Nianhe had even brought a palm-sized mud stove and a set of tea utensils! What was she thinking? Was she planning to settle down and live there?

Sister Lan looked at her four companions, with two useless tagalongs amongst those who were diligent and savvy; who could she count on?

"Sister Lan, stay cool, don’t panic," Lin Nianhe patted her shoulder to comfort her, "I’ve asked around, Xi City Steel Factory and Beijing Machinery Factory are taking the same train as us, as long as we can get our luggage onto the train, we won’t have to worry about how to get it off."

Wen Lan: "Then tell me, how are we supposed to get them onto the train?"

Lin Nianhe casually looked towards Wong Xiao: "Uncle Wong, please, you must have better connections than me at the train station."

Wong Xiao today donned a wool coat reserved for the most important occasions, white hair meticulously combed, lips tightly sealed displaying his nervousness.

"Ahem," Wong Xiao nodded, "Yes, I’m quite familiar with them."

Seeing that Wong Xiao mentioned his connections yet stayed motionless, Lin Nianhe had no choice but to continue, "Then I must trouble you to find a familiar face to borrow a trolley for us to load our luggage onto the train."

"Oh, right, sure!"

Wong Xiao came to his senses and rushed to find his acquaintances.

The four of them watched his figure, falling into silence at the same time.

Niuwa: "Uncle Wong took a wrong turn."

Lin Nianhe: "Hmm, don’t point it out."

Wen Lan: "What’s with him?"

Wang Shumei: "Probably nervous."

"Nervous without even being there yet?"

"Honestly, I couldn’t sleep last night either."

"I actually had a good dream last night; it was filled with little piles of money."

"..."