Transmigration: Flirted with My Childhood Sweetheart-Chapter 34 - 33 We Call for Reinforcements

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34: Chapter 33 We Call for Reinforcements

34 -33 We Call for Reinforcements

Wang Hong seemed to know that last night’s eggs had been divided among the two little girls by Lin Nianhe, so today she brought a small stool over and watched closely until Lin Nianhe finished a whole bowl of soup to her satisfaction.

Lin Nianhe rubbed her belly and belched, “Aunt Wang, I’m going to change Daxi’s bandages now.”

Wang Hong responded, “Okay, she’s inside.

She didn’t have a fever last night, just mentioned feeling dizzy a few times.”

“Good that she didn’t have a fever,” Lin Nianhe said as she entered the room of Wang Xixi.

The Wang Family now lived in the house left behind by Wang Hong’s parents, consisting of four mud rooms in total; Wang Xixi and Wang Huanhuan each had their own room, and Wang Hong lived in another with Wang Lele.

When Lin Nianhe walked in, Wang Xixi was leaning against the quilts, fiddling with an old rabbit doll in her hands, and on the edge of the kang bed, there was a bowl containing a handful of wild fruits.

“Educated Youth Lin,” Wang Xixi saw Lin Nianhe coming in and instinctively tried to sit up straighter.

She had only moved a bit when Lin Nianhe stopped her, “Don’t move around, just lean back comfortably.”

Wang Xixi’s cheeks turned a faint red as she set aside the little rabbit that Wang Lele had given her and said, “Thank you.

I’m feeling much better.”

The bandage on Wang Xixi’s head had obviously been untied before; it was sloppily rewrapped, and the original bow had been undone and carelessly tied into a slip knot.

Lin Nianhe put down her shoulder bag and started changing the dressing while making small talk, “The wound is forming a thin scab; it’s healing quite quickly.

Don’t bump it again, or if the scab gets torn off, it could start bleeding all over again.”

“Mhm, I know,” Wang Xixi was more experienced today and stayed very still, stiff-necked, “I only washed my face today, didn’t touch the bandage.”

“Alright.”

Lin Nianhe dabbed some iodine around the wound.

With the weather heating up, it was still necessary to prevent infections.

She gently applied the medicine and rebandaged the wound, and this time she asked, “Would you like a bow or a slip knot?”

Wang Xixi hesitated briefly before responding, “Well, could you tie a bow for me, please?”

Her mother couldn’t help but laugh when she saw her with a big bow on her head.

She thought that no matter why one laughed, being able to laugh was always good.

After Lin Nianhe tied the bow, she checked the other bruises on Wang Xixi’s body and, seeing they weren’t as swollen as the day before, didn’t apply more medicine.

“You still need to rest up.

Don’t wander around too much recently and don’t do any work.

If you have wood ear mushrooms at home, eat more of those; they’re good for blood replenishment.”

Wang Xixi nodded gently and then pushed the small bowl toward Lin Nianhe, “Educated Youth Lin, have some fruits.

My second sister picked them.”

In the bowl were cherry-sized red fruits, wild cherries from the mountain.

Lin Nianhe took one and put it in her mouth, and instantly—

It was so tart it almost brought tears to her eyes.

Her look at Wang Xixi was a bit reproachful.

Daxi, why repay kindness with cruelty?

Seeing Lin Nianhe’s face scrunched up in a frown, Wang Xixi quickly passed the tea jar over, apologetically explaining, “I’m sorry, I didn’t realize you didn’t like sour things…”

Lin Nianhe shuddered and pushed away the tea jar, saying, “It’s okay, I just didn’t expect it to be that sour.”

She definitely preferred purely sweet fruits.

As for these tart enough to turn the teeth on edge, they were beyond her ability to enjoy.

Wang Xixi, seeing that Lin Nianhe was alright, breathed a sigh of relief, somewhat embarrassed, “The wild cherries are indeed a bit sour at this time.

In half a month, I’ll go pick some sweet ones for you.”

Lin Nianhe glanced at the bright red cluster and nodded, “Sure, wait until you’re better, find me at the Educated Youth Corps, and we’ll go together.”

“Deal!”

Wang Xixi seemed to have finally found something to reciprocate Lin Nianhe’s kindness, chattering away about the various things from the mountain, so much so that Lin Nianhe felt like heading up the mountain for a walk right then and there.

But going to the mountain was out of the question now; the mountains really did have wild boars and wolves at this time.

She figured Aunt Wang even scoffed at her scrawny frame.

It was safer to refrain from showing off.

She couldn’t climb the mountains, but she could still make a trip to the river.

Wang Xixi told Lin Nianhe that there was a small river not far from the cornfield on the eastern side of the village.

The river wasn’t deep, it was where villagers usually washed their clothes, and with good luck, one could even catch fish.

Lin Nianhe planned to stroll around, it would be good for digestion.

The river was indeed shallow, three to four meters wide, and she could see to the bottom at a glance.

The deepest part barely reached Lin Nianhe’s waist.

Crouching by the river, she couldn’t resist reaching out to stir the water a little.

Coolness enveloped her fingertips, accompanied by birds chirping and the gentle sound of the river, a sense of tranquil satisfaction emerged spontaneously.

Just as Lin Nianhe squinted to enjoy the moment, she suddenly heard very light footsteps nearby.

Walking on muddy ground makes soft sounds.

Yet, she still heard the faint snap of twigs breaking.

Lin Nianhe didn’t move, still squatting there as if she hadn’t noticed anything.

She slowly quieted her breathing, focusing all her attention behind her.

Just as a big hand with a distinctive smell reached out to her, she suddenly stepped to the left, swiftly stood up, and with a back kick, sent the muscular man, who had sneakily approached and bent over behind her, tumbling into the river.

Zhao Zhuangshi cried out, “Momma!” as he fell into the river, splashing water everywhere.

He had intended to push Lin Nianhe, but in a moment of distraction, found himself in the water instead.

Caught off guard, he swallowed several mouthfuls of water, his nose burning painfully.

Struggling to get up from the water, Zhao Zhuangshi turned to look at Lin Nianhe with rage swirling in his eyes.

Lin Nianhe stood on the riverbank with her arms crossed, looking at him with great interest, “What are you trying to do?”

Zhao Zhuangshi had already stood up in the river.

Unaware of the seriousness of the situation, he wiped the water off his face and looked at Lin Nianhe with a vicious smile, “Educated Youth Lin, I got a body full of bruises and had to go to the cattle shed because of you.

Tell me, don’t you think you owe me something?”

Zhao Zhuangshi had been in the cattle shed, with Uncle Guan watching him closely; he wasn’t allowed off work until he finished his tasks, even his midday meal was delivered to the cattle shed by Widow Zhao.

With Uncle Guan, an outsider, around, Widow Zhao naturally had no chance to tell Zhao Zhuangshi about what had happened that day.

Therefore, Zhao Zhuangshi still had no idea that Su Yuncheng had visited the village or what his own mother had promised Lin Nianhe.

He took big strides toward the riverbank, rubbing his hands and looking at Lin Nianhe with lecherous eyes.

Lin Nianhe glanced at him and raised her hand to massage her neck.

Qi sink to the elixir field, Lin Nianhe decisively called for help:

“Widow—Zhao—”

“Your son is bothering me again!”

The village was quiet, surrounded by mountains on three sides.

Lin Nianhe’s voice carried, echoing across Ten Miles Team.

The river wasn’t far from the cornfield, and the second after Lin Nianhe’s shout, Widow Zhao’s varied tones came from the cornfield, “I’m coming!”

Zhao Zhuangshi looked at Lin Nianhe in shock, not believing his ears.

He squinted his eyes and spread out his arms, lunging toward Lin Nianhe.

No matter who was coming, as long as he hugged and kissed her, she would be his!

Zhao Zhuangshi’s thoughts were simple and blissful.

But what he received was still just Lin Nianhe’s shoe.