Transmigration: Flirted with My Childhood Sweetheart
Chapter 565 - 564: Comrade Xiao Lin Who Has Let Go

Chapter 565: Chapter 564: Comrade Xiao Lin Who Has Let Go

In this world, the number of fools far exceeds that of the wise.

So, the likelihood of encountering a fool is also much higher.

When you find that you can’t communicate with someone normally, you must think over and over again: Is he a fool? Is he really a fool? Is he hopelessly foolish?

After pondering these three questions, Lin Nianhe let it go.

When she looked at Shi Dongshan again, there was even a glimmer of tolerance in her eyes—she was a sane person, and couldn’t stoop to arguing with a fool, for it would be unfortunate.

The frayed edges of the two torn bed sheets were still there, and even the seventy-year-old elders in the village could tell they had just been ripped apart.

To show impartiality, Su Yuncheng had Feng Wei take those two innocent bed sheets to Zhu Weiqiang and the other battalion officers to see.

They looked at the bed sheets, each more silent than the last.

At this moment, all they felt was embarrassment.

Let’s not even talk about whether the five hundred yuan was really lost; even if it was, was there a need to tear someone else’s bed sheets?

Zhu Weiqiang’s face was flushed red, and after hemming and hawing for a while, he said to Aunt Li, "I’m sorry, it’s my fault for not educating the Educated Youth of the platoon well."

Aunt Li was so angry that her eyes turned red, and she ground her teeth so furiously that she couldn’t be bothered to reply.

Zhu Weiqiang turned his head and discussed with several squad leaders, then said, "Auntie, on behalf of the battalion, here’s how we’ll handle it—your house’s windows, the glass, and these two bed sheets, we’ll have Shi Dongshan compensate the original amount in cash and tickets, what do you think?"

He glanced at the pitiable Shi Dongshan and added, "We’ll take care of tidying up your house."

Zhu Weiqiang didn’t have the guts to let Shi Dongshan do the tidying up—who knew what kind of trouble she could cause?

Aunt Li rolled her eyes and snorted dismissively, "Forget it, there’s no need for you to clean up, just compensate what needs to be compensated and that’ll be fine."

Aunt Li didn’t want to let them off easy, but since Li Dahe was the head of the brigade, she couldn’t be too nitpicky, or she might be accused of bullying others.

She had suffered such grievances many times before; she didn’t need anybody’s reminder to know how to handle it.

Zhu Weiqiang scratched his head, about to say something polite, when that blockhead started shrieking, "What? Why should I compensate her? They stole my money!"

Shi Dongshan became even more convinced that she had to insist the money was lost—if she had to pay the original prices for all those things, it would break her heart!

"Shut your mouth!" Unable to bear it anymore, Zhu Weiqiang rebuked her sharply, "You damaged the villagers’ property, and you still think you’re in the right? If you don’t compensate, go squat in the fence enclosure and let your family pay!"

"You..."

Just as Shi Dongshan was about to utter her catchphrase, she caught a glimpse of Sie Yufei.

She sheepishly closed her mouth, and her eyes filled with even more resentment when she looked at Zhu Weiqiang.

You’re the one who will be squatting in the fence enclosure!

She clenched her fists, thinking to herself.

Clearly, Zhu Weiqiang was trying to help her by settling with money to avoid getting a "notorious in the village" comment in her records, but seeing that Shi Dongshan was clueless about what was good for her, Zhu Weiqiang lost the will to deal with her anymore and stepped aside, staying silent.

"Aunt Li, how much did you pay for these two bed sheets?" Su Yuncheng turned and asked, "Or do you remember when you bought them at the Cooperative Society? I can go there and ask about the price at that time."

Facing Su Yuncheng, Aunt Li’s attitude improved a lot: "Xiao Su, wait a moment, I have it recorded, I’ll bring it to you to see."

Actually, Aunt Li didn’t need to look at the ledger to remember how much she paid for those two bed sheets, but she still went into the house to fetch her family’s accounts book.

Said to be an account book, in truth, it was just a booklet made from old newspapers, with the newspaper print in black and Aunt Li using a red pencil to keep the accounts, cramming the characters together, making it a bit of a strain to read.

The account book wasn’t thick, but it was recorded with exceptional detail, every single cent was clearly marked, but many characters were written in two different styles, clearly because Aunt Li didn’t know many characters, with a portion written by Li Dahe.

Aunt Li flipped to the accounts from three years ago, muttering as she searched: "That was when Xiao Hai was getting married, we bought those sheets, freshly washed... ruining things, waster of family property... here, found it, take a look, Xiao Su."

Two bed sheets, totaling three yuan six and nine feet of cloth tickets.

After taking a brief look, Su Yuncheng made a note and was about to ask Accountant Zhao to calculate the price of the other losses when Comrade Xiao Lin, having set his mind at ease, came over.

"Don’t bother Uncle Zhao, I can do the math myself—trust me, I was born to do the accounts."

"This glass is not easy to come by these days. I even heard Uncle Wang grumbling recently, saying that between building the factory before the new year and the batch supplied to the battalion, almost all the glass was used up, and now the price of glass has gone up. For a piece this big, it’s got to be at least ten yuan."

"Look at this window frame, tsk, it’s unusable now, what a pity to lose these pure wood window frames in my aunt’s house... the cost of wood and then the labor, at the very least, that’s three yuan."

"And there’s more..."

Nianhe rattled on, not sparing even the iron nails and five cents’ worth of glass putty.

In the end, she concluded: "My aunt’s sheets have been used for three years, so it wouldn’t be fair to ask for the original price in compensation. Let’s round it up, just give nine feet of cloth tickets and fifteen yuan."

The villagers: "..."

Could the glass really be worth ten yuan, no matter how expensive? And that pure wood window frame... Isn’t everyone’s window frame made of wood? As for the labor cost, it’s completely nonsensical. Both Li Xiaohai and Li Xiaoshan had learned some carpentry from their second uncle, no need to ask others for help, they could clear up this mess themselves.

No wonder Xiao Lin was able to go to the Spring Trade Fair; seeing how she calculated the accounts, even capitalists would shed tears.

Shi Dongshan’s mind was full of thoughts of overthrowing this one, educating that one, utterly clueless about the actual cost of glass. But she still felt it was expensive.

How much she spent on food and drink didn’t matter to her, but paying even a dime to someone else seemed too expensive.

"How can it be worth that much? It’s just a dilapidated house in the countryside, even if I smashed it all, it wouldn’t be worth this much, right?" Shi Dongshan stood her ground, glaring at Lin Nianhe.

"A dilapidated house in the countryside? Is this how you’re showing your superiority as a city dweller?" Lin Nianhe looked at her with a chuckling smile, "You really have a problem with your ideological consciousness!"

A problem with ideological consciousness.

Shi Dongshan often heard her own father say this phrase to others. Every time he finished speaking, someone was about to be unlucky.

Thinking of the fate of those people, she involuntarily shuddered.

Suddenly, Lin Nianhe reached out to pat her on the shoulder, speaking in a serious and low voice: "Shi Dongshan, let’s settle this account first, and then we can help you find that five hundred yuan. With so many villagers here, plus public security and battalion leaders, who would let you off if you don’t settle this? Don’t forget—"

"You’re the one who smashed the glass in front of everyone, such bandit behavior, if caught, is punishable by firing squad."

Shi Dongshan’s lips were tightly sealed, her heart torn in conflict.

Should she compensate? That’s fifteen yuan and nine feet of cloth tickets! Wouldn’t it be better to keep them for herself to make a decent blouse?

But if she didn’t compensate...

She glanced at Su Yuncheng.

This man might really have her executed by firing squad.

Life or money, Shi Dongshan quickly decided:

"Fine, I’ll compensate!"

"But I don’t have that many cloth tickets."