Transmigration: Flirted with My Childhood Sweetheart
Chapter 596 - 595: A Land of Production Lines

Chapter 596: Chapter 595: A Land of Production Lines

Low emotional intelligence: No use.

High emotional intelligence: Provides emotional value.

Constantine, who would trade both for height, didn’t catch Lin Nianhe’s implied meaning at all and just stood there, showing his big teeth and chuckling.

Wong Xiao had long realized that this guy was not the tech expert he had imagined, but after all, Constantine was a born and bred Beijing person. Although not the brightest bulb, he was experienced enough, and their afternoon chat did inspire Wong Xiao with quite a few ideas for building up Lan County.

Lin Nianhe, indeed, was knowledgeable, but her insights were too advanced and not suitable for the current state of Lan County.

Sie Yufei also had insights, but his mind was full of wining, dining, and playing, so his suggestions were kicked out two miles away by Li Dahe before even reaching Wong Xiao.

Constantine was different, though. He was a worker’s child, raised in the alleys, and what he saw, heard, and experienced was all the most realistic stuff close to people’s lives.

Putting aside his original purpose, Constantine’s arrival was indeed very useful.

And so, senior brother Li Mo and Constantine settled down in Lan County.

During the day, Lin Nianhe taught classes at the village school, Li Mo researched the production line alone, and Constantine followed Wong Xiao, giving grandiose advice.

At night, Lin Nianhe and Li Mo would study the production line together, while Constantine commanded his dreams.

In a blink, half a month quietly slipped away.

The village school welcomed the end-of-term exams.

Before the exams, Lin Nianhe’s face was serious: "You have to take the exam seriously. Don’t skip an answer just because you don’t like the question. Don’t forget, we have a bread pact."

After the exams, Lin Nianhe smiled brightly: "To celebrate everyone scoring perfect hundreds and the students going into second grade next semester, I’ve specially prepared a ’summer vacation survival kit’ for you all!"

She handed out the "survival kits," and pinned a small red flower on each child’s chest.

"Wow! There’s bread!"

"Wow! There are sausages!"

"Wow! There’s white rabbit candy!"

"Wow! There are new pencils!"

"Wow... there’s summer homework..."

"Wow... there are second-grade textbooks as well..."

Lin Nianhe watched them with a loving smile: "I’ve already scheduled your summer homework by date, just do it daily. I will remind your parents to check your homework when they come to the literacy class tonight. Also, I’ll be at the Educated Youth Corps on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday afternoons, so if you have any problems, come and ask me anytime."

The children: "..."

Teacher Hehe is really thoughtful.

But please don’t be so thoughtful in the future.

They are worried she might get tired.

Really.

After saying goodbye to the last child, Lin Nianhe took Niuwa’s hand and asked, "Do you want to go to the town with me tomorrow?"

Niuwa’s eyes shone: "Sure."

"Don’t you want to ask what I’m taking you there for?"

Niuwa thought for a moment, then said, "I’m happy to go wherever Sister Hehe takes me."

Lin Nianhe: "...!"

Lin Nianhe ruffled Niuwa’s hair and said, "I’ve arranged it with Uncle Wong. You’ll see your grandfather tomorrow morning, and in the afternoon, you can study the production line with me."

"Really?" Niuwa’s eyes shone even brighter.

"Of course."

The next day, Niuwa went to see his grandfather again with a stack of full-mark test papers.

This was who knows how many times the grandfather and grandson had met in Wong Xiao’s office. Wong Xiao was used to turning a blind eye to it, even making room for them actively.

After they finished lunch, Uncle Niu went back to prison, and Wong Xiao took Niuwa to the back warehouse to find Lin Nianhe.

"Uncle Wong, is the production line Sister Hehe mentioned a match-making production line?"

"Yes. They have been modifying it for over ten days now. I have no idea what it has turned into, I’ve been too busy and haven’t come to check it out... Fuck, where’s my production line?"

Seeing the scene in front of him, Wong Xiao cursed loudly.

The production line, gone.

The production line rented for fifty thousand yuan, gone.

The production line rented for fifty thousand yuan and not yet used for a day, gone.

"Aren’t these all part of the production line? Look, here, there, and over there... it’s all over the place."

Dressed in work pants and a short-sleeved poplin shirt, with a pair of pitch-black work gloves, Lin Nianhe had tied her long hair into a bun because it was getting in the way, her small face streaked with black and white.

Holding a wrench nearly as long as her forearm, she looked at Wong Xiao with an expression that screamed "what’s the big fuss?"

Wong Xiao stared at the scattered parts on the ground, at a loss as to where to set foot.

The last time he saw something so minced, it was the dumpling filling chopped by his wife.

"Wha-, what, you, you what are you guys doing?" Wong Xiao’s voice quivered, barely able to string together a coherent sentence.

"Renovating the production line," Lin Nianhe said confidently. "Uncle Wong, don’t be nervous, you have to break eggs to make an omelet."

Wong Xiao: "..."

"I just want to ask, after you dismantle everything, can you put it back together?"

"Look at what you’re saying..."

"Of course not."

Wong Xiao: "...!"

Niuwa deftly took out a bottle of emergency heart pills from his small bag, took out two, and handed them to Wong Xiao.

Lin Nianhe wiped her sweat and said, "Uncle Wong, you take it easy. Once the mechanical parts from the provincial city factory arrive, we’ll be done in another month."

Wong Xiao: "You think I dare take it easy?"

He’d been gone half a month, and the production line had turned into a pile of parts.

If he left for another half a month, wouldn’t this pile of parts turn into iron lumps?

Lin Nianhe: "Why not relax? Don’t you like it?"

Wong Xiao forced a smile and chuckled: "Tha-, that, well, I’m just worried you two might get tired ... I figured I’d come and lend a hand."

Lin Nianhe looked at him with a complex expression: "We appreciate the kind thought, but please, you should go back."

"Why?"

"Because..."

"Clang clang clang clang—"

A steel plate fell down.

Lin Nianhe turned her head to have a look and earnestly said, "Because it’s rather dangerous here."

"Why do you still let Niuwa come, then?" Wong Xiao asked, baffled.

"He’s not the same as you."

"What’s the difference?"

"He can sit by the door and help us do mental calculation."

Wong Xiao: "..."

Turns out, this really wasn’t the work he could do.

Unable to do the work, but still unsettled, Wong Xiao moved a small stool to sit by the door, intending to see what sort of magic they were up to.

Half an hour later—

Wong Xiao: "Tha-, that, you guys keep busy, I’m going to rest."

"All right, take it easy."

Wong Xiao fled in disarray.

He swore he never felt so out of his depth even when he was at school!

The sensation was like bending down to pick up a pencil during a math class, and when straightening up again...

What in the world are they talking about!

Uncle Wong ran off, and Niuwa chuckled: "Sister Hehe, can I come over now?"

Lin Nianhe laughed out loud and nodded, "Come over, but be careful not to hurt yourself."

"Don’t worry, I’ll be very careful!"

Niuwa was indeed very careful, he even carefully shut the warehouse door tightly to prevent Uncle Wong from coming back.

"Sister Hehe, why are you guys renovating the production line?"

"Because we’re determined to push all the work—whether it’s something we can do, can’t do, or are too lazy to do—to the machines!"

"Oh I see—sweeter for a moment, flat belly from hunger; bitter for a while, an easy life forever."