Transmigration: Flirted with My Childhood Sweetheart
Chapter 557 - 556: Uncle Wong Under Siege

Chapter 557: Chapter 556: Uncle Wong Under Siege

"Lan County Station is coming up, comrades getting off please ensure you have all your luggage...."

The familiar voice of the train attendant rang out, and by this time, there were hardly any passengers left on the train.

Heading north, the fewer the people on the train, the thicker the address book became, as everyone exchanged phone numbers and addresses, turning the camaraderie from hustling foreigners into a few lines of words on paper.

Lin Nianhe was rubbing her small hands excitedly, her eyes exceptionally bright.

She mulled over whether Lan County train station wouldn’t be a tumultuous scene with drums and gongs, firecrackers blasting, red flags fluttering, and crowds of people.

However, what met her on the platform was only Uncle Team Leader’s shiny bald head and an old yellow ox wagging its tail out of boredom.

"Outrageous, just outrageous. I can endure the lack of a welcome ceremony, but where is my Brother Yuncheng?"

Lin Nianhe puffed her cheeks, clearly unhappy.

"Silly girl."

Wen Lan passed by, dragging her suitcase and kicked Lin Nianhe lightly in the process: "What are you dawdling for? Hurry up and move your luggage."

Comrade Wen Lan, the nightmare of all foreign merchants at the Spring Trade Fair.

A decisive punch at the entrance of the exhibition, from then on, no foreign merchant dared to cause trouble.

That punch, it seemed to only land on Chang Shihong’s face, but in reality, it struck terror in every foreign merchant’s heart.

Lin Nianhe felt she ought to give Sister Lan the basic respect she deserved.

So, she silently picked up her suitcase and followed her down.

"Good heavens, did you bring all of Sui City back with you?" Li Dahe was so surprised that he quickly pocketed his tobacco pipe and shouted towards the back of the clear space, "Some people come over, we’re moving house!"

There was nobody behind him, not a single silhouette in sight.

While everyone was puzzled, they saw several figures rushing over. Following them were more people, and the sea of humanity that Lin Nianhe had imagined finally arrived.

Shadowy figures flitted about, amidst them, complaints could be heard:

"I said Old Ji’s idea was nonsense. When they left, they only had so much stuff, how could it be light when they came back?"

"Hey, don’t blame me, weren’t you all supportive?"

"Who supported you? That was just for your face..."

Amidst the playful laughter, Lin Nianhe finally saw her Brother Yuncheng.

He ran toward her, his eyes filled only with her.

He looked at her, she looked at him, and after a while, he took out a water flask from his shoulder bag and asked her, "Are you thirsty?"

She smiled and nodded: "Yes, thirsty."

Su Yuncheng immediately unscrewed the cap of the flask and brought the mouthpiece to her lips.

Lin Nianhe held the flask with both hands and took a big gulp.

It was mung bean soup with added sugar, just like the taste of Principal Wu.

She glanced at everyone busy moving items around, and while batting her eyelashes, she asked Su Yuncheng, "Did you miss me?"

"I did," Su Yuncheng nodded, "Daytime, nighttime, during class, after class, always thinking of you."

"What about me did you miss?"

"Many things. And especially wondering whether, when I was out on a mission, you were thinking of me in the same way."

Su Yuncheng’s ears were a bit red, his gaze swimming with a touch of guilt.

Lin Nianhe: "..."

Could she say that she had thought about him for three days, only to be interrupted by escapee hens?

Obviously, she couldn’t. The truth isn’t always for telling.

She stepped forward and, taking advantage nobody was paying attention, gave him a quick hug: "I missed you so much too."

Delicate and soft in his arms, Su Yuncheng finally felt, tangibly, that his young girl had truly come back.

He reached out to ruffle her hair. He had a million things he wanted to say, and a thousand more he wanted to ask, but when words reached his lips, they all condensed into one:

"Good to have you back."

He was never good with words, and Lin Nianhe didn’t force him. Clutching the corner of his clothes, she chattered incessantly about everything she saw on her way.

In these peaceful years, Wang Shumei and Wen Lan each got a cup of mung bean water brought by Sun Guanghui and Sie Yufei, and Niuwa was even lifted and kissed again and again by Wang Xue and Miao Hongqi.

Only Uncle Wong, he was surrounded by a group of creditors—

"Leader, our Ten Miles Team’s road has to be fixed. People are spraining their ankles walking it, and what happens if an ox gets injured?"

"Leader, the bridge on the east side needs repair. Xiao Tiezhu fell into the river last year. This time, let’s do it in one go and build an iron bridge with handrails, how about that?"

"Leader, the doors and windows at the county high school and middle school need to be replaced. Every winter the wind blows right through, and students always end up getting sick..."

"Leader, why aren’t you saying anything? Are you naturally not much of a talker?"

Wong Xiao: "..."

These folks speak so articulately; they must have had this all planned out!

Uncle Wong never expected that on the train, he’d have Lin Nianhe arranging work for him nonstop, and once off the train, an entire crowd would stretch out their hands asking for money.

Being a leader is tough...

Wong Xiao felt ringing in his ears as he struggled to raise his hand to motion them down: "Okay, okay! Everyone listen to me—listen! To! Me!"

After finally getting everyone to quiet down, Wong Xiao cleared his throat and said: "I know everyone is eager to start construction, but we have to take it one step at a time. Rest assured, I am fully aware of where roads and bridges need to be built in our county. The commune will definitely implement the construction as soon as possible. Just give me some time!"

"Right, right, right. The leader has just got off the train, shouldn’t you rest first? Leader, will we have news tonight? We can wait for you at the commune!"

"Yeah, leader, have you eaten yet? If not, why not go to the State-Owned Restaurant for a bite?"

Wong Xiao: "..."

Why does he feel like the job is even harder now than when there was no money?

Does nobody think he should go home for a bath and a good sleep after sitting on a train for a week?

He never thought these folks didn’t regard him as a fellow human!

"Miss Lin, Xiao Su, let’s go. Let’s head home."

Li Dahe quietly found Lin Nianhe and Su Yuncheng and motioned for them to follow him down a small path to the side.

"Eh? Are we not caring about Uncle Wong anymore?" Lin Nianhe was enjoying her gossip and found Wong Xiao’s predicament particularly amusing.

"Why care about him? If he can’t think of a solution, he’ll come and consult you. Then you’ll end up taking the fall for all this offending business," Li Dahe rolled his eyes at Lin Nianhe, "Are you a silly girl?"

Lin Nianhe let out an "oh" and hurriedly ran off following Li Dahe.

She’s been rather flighty lately, daring to gobble up such juicy gossip, truly risking her neck.

The group of them snuck off, quietly circling far from the side, slipping away fast as they could—nobody wanted to be Uncle Wong’s savior. Uncle Wong is a leader, and a leader should take on such responsibilities; they were not needed for a rescue!

Quite a few people came from the Ten Miles Team. Besides the ox carts, they also had flatbed carts for deliveries, and it didn’t take much effort to secure all the boxes tightly.

Lin Nianhe was sitting on the rear seat of Su Yuncheng’s bicycle, clutching the corner of his clothes, squinting her eyes, and feeling the soft breeze on her cheeks.

When she came here last year, it was also in May.

But last year was hotter earlier, and the planting was also done earlier. When she arrived, the rice seedlings had grown tall, whereas this year, there were only tender sprouts.

She still remembered when she first arrived, nobody dared to believe it, and she didn’t dare to sleep soundly, living like a bird startled at the mere twang of a bow.

But now—

"Uncle Team Leader, I’m hungry!"

"Hold on a bit, your aunt has cooked a meal and is waiting for us!"

"Alright!"

Blowing in the May breeze, seeing familiar faces under the large banyan tree at the entrance of the village eagerly anticipating their arrival, Lin Nianhe’s smile curved her eyes.