Transmigration: Flirted with My Childhood Sweetheart
Chapter 606 - 605: Su Yuncheng, what sins have you committed?

Chapter 606: Chapter 605: Su Yuncheng, what sins have you committed?

Lin Nianhe settled down at Su Yuncheng’s house.

Still terribly bored.

Lately, for some reason, it seems like the whole world is in peace.

Not to mention major events, not even trivial matters cropped up.

At first, Lin Nianhe thought that living at Su Yuncheng’s house for an extended period would provoke gossip among the other residents in the courtyard, and she was ready to verbally spar with the aunties. Instead, they didn’t gossip about her at all but took her by the hand one by one, in turns telling her how tough she has had it and that she’s a great comrade.

Lin Nianhe didn’t understand how she was considered to be having a tough time.

She was bewildered for three days until Zhang Caimei, Sun Bo’s niece, told her the truth—

"Nianhe, you have no idea, since you arrived in the courtyard, Commander Su’s temper improved immensely, everyone is really thankful to you... before, even the granddaughter of the old staff officer was scared to tears by him..."

Zhang Caimei ran off before she could finish, because Su Yuncheng had come home.

Luckily, Su Yuncheng didn’t block the door; otherwise, Zhang Caimei would have had to escape through the window.

Lin Nianhe watched Su Yuncheng, who was a Lieutenant Colonel, with a gossip-thirsty gaze: "Commander Su, what did you do to the old staff officer’s granddaughter?"

Su Yuncheng’s hands paused as he was undressing: "Who? I don’t know her, I didn’t do anything to her."

Lin Nianhe: "... "

When it came to matters involving girls, Lin Nianhe always took what Su Yuncheng said with a big grain of salt.

If he said he didn’t recognize someone, it was quite likely he truly didn’t remember;

But if he said he didn’t do anything to upset the girls, then he definitely made them angry without even realizing it.

Lin Nianhe held back her laughter, planning to find Zhang Caimei for some juicy details once Su Yuncheng was gone the next day.

She was about to ask Su Yuncheng what to have for dinner when he said, "Nianhe, I need to make a trip to the Great Northern Wilderness Corps, do you want to come along?"

Lin Nianhe’s eyes lit up instantly, and she sprang up from the sofa: "Let’s go, let’s go! I’ll come!"

Su Yuncheng laughed and said to her, "No rush, we’ll leave first thing tomorrow morning."

"By car?"

"By car."

"Okay, then you cook, I’ll go buy some things to bring over to Yafei." Saying this, Lin Nianhe fished out a bunch of receipts from a box and ran out.

Every month except for the few when the heavy snow sealed off the roads, Sun Yafei would send parcels to the Ten Miles Team almost every month. A large portion of her meager salary was spent on the Ten Miles Team.

Every time Li Dahe received a parcel, he would have to call and scold her, to which Sun Yafei would admit her fault sincerely, and yet she would dare do the same thing the next month.

Holding her purse, Lin Nianhe headed straight to the service society in the courtyard. The Cooperative Society had things that were hard to buy anywhere else.

She didn’t buy too much, to avoid making Sun Yafei feel burdened by the favor.

Coincidentally, when Lin Nianhe was shopping, she ran into Chen Qing, the old staff officer’s young granddaughter, who was nineteen and worked in the Cultural Troupe.

Lin Nianhe didn’t know her, but she recognized Lin Nianhe.

"Comrade Lin!" Chen Qing grabbed Lin Nianhe’s hand, her eyes welling up, "I’ve heard so much about you! I, I... thank you!"

Lin Nianhe: "..."

Su Yuncheng, what on earth have you done?

As for what misdeeds Commander Su might have committed, asking him would never yield any results; he firmly believed he hadn’t done anything wrong.

Lin Nianhe gently prodded and guided for a long time, but he still couldn’t remember who Chen Qing was.

Lin Nianhe... gave up.

She started to pack her suitcase.

Because Su Yuncheng said they would probably spend three or four days in the Great Northern Wilderness.

She became more and more anxious as she packed—most of the clothes she brought to the provincial city were dresses worn for the Spring Trade Fair. Nobody in the compound would comment on her attire, and many girls wore Blažek in the provincial city, but these clothes would stand out if she went to the battalion.

Lin Nianhe nervously dragged Su Yuncheng into her bedroom, pointed to a pile of dresses, and asked, "Brother Yuncheng, these clothes aren’t appropriate, are they?"

Su Yuncheng: "Wear whatever you want, no one will dare to criticize you."

With him saying that, Lin Nianhe had no more worries and picked out a few relatively low-key sets of clothes to pack in her suitcase before going to sleep.

The next morning, Lin Nianhe, who had grown accustomed to sleeping in, was woken up early by Su Yuncheng. He coaxed her to sleep more in the car and, after leading her drowsily to breakfast, they both got into the vehicle.

Indeed, what Su Yuncheng said about letting Lin Nianhe sleep in the car was no joke; he placed pillows and a blanket on the back seat and truly let her sleep a good while.

When Lin Nianhe woke up, she no longer recognized the scenery outside the window.

Boundless wheat fields danced with the wind, churning waves of wheat. In the distance, the birch forest stood tall and proud, guarding this vast expanse of land.

"Awake?"

Su Yuncheng, hearing movement, asked her.

"Uh-huh... Are we almost there?" Lin Nianhe, looking at the scenery outside the window, was quite awestruck.

It was hard to imagine that just over a decade ago, this place was a barren wasteland. Countless people had transformed the former Great Northern Wilderness into the future Beida Storehouse with their blood and sweat.

"Half an hour at most." Su Yuncheng slowly pulled over the car, turned around, and handed her a water flask. "Want to eat something?"

Lin Nianhe glanced at her watch; it was almost eleven. She shook her head. "Not hungry, but wait a moment, I’ll wash my face."

"Mhm."

Beside the field ridge, Su Yuncheng helped Lin Nianhe pour water so she could wash her face with half of the water in the flask.

As she wiped the water droplets from her face, she took in the expansive landscape and took a deep breath, smelling the scent of wheat.

"Standing here makes me feel incredibly small," Lin Nianhe said quietly, "I can’t imagine how our predecessors cultivated this land with just their hands."

The soybeans that would sell out on the first day of the Trade Fair, most of them, came from here. This land not only nourished tens of millions of people but also made a significant contribution to foreign currency earnings through exports.

Su Yuncheng looked toward the distant birch forest, silent for a long time, and finally responded with a single word: "Fill."

Fill with what?

Lives.

According to statistics from the nineties, over fifty thousand people remained here forever.

They were demobilized soldiers, educated youth, officials, someone’s ancestors, as well as someone’s children...

Su Yuncheng and Lin Nianhe stood by the field for a long time; the journey that was supposed to take half an hour ended up taking an hour.

When they finally saw the battalion’s dormitories in the distance, Lin Nianhe’s eyes widened.

There was a neat array of bungalows, camp-like, which seemed to be in worse condition than the Educated Youth Corps at Ten Miles Team.

The battalion’s educated youth were uniform in their dress, and they just happened to be getting off work, marching in lines and carrying their farming tools back.

Lin Nianhe stood by the car, watching them, trying to spot Sun Yafei and Guan Manling.

But she felt like a parent in modern times waiting to pick up someone’s child outside of school, faced with a large group of uniformly dressed children, with only one feeling—unrecognizable, completely unrecognizable.

After watching for a while and giving up, Lin Nianhe turned around and obediently followed Su Yuncheng as he spoke with the battalion’s Commander Shen.

Su Yuncheng’s visit was still for the investigation of Zhang Jian and Shi Chengkun’s cases. He found that some of the battalion educated youth’s families had some connections with the two men, so he came to find out more.

Naturally, they couldn’t discuss official business on the sports field, and after exchanging pleasantries, Commander Shen glanced at Lin Nianhe and asked with a smile, "Commander Su, who is this?"

"Lin Nianhe," Su Yuncheng pulled Lin Nianhe’s wrist over, introduced her, "She’s the daughter of Minister Lin, a special investigator from the Foreign Trade Department, and she also writes for Huaxia Daily."

Lin Nianhe, suddenly named, nearly retorted reflexively with "My father is Lin Binghui."