Transmigration: Flirted with My Childhood Sweetheart-Chapter 56 - 55 Men Only Affect the Speed at Which She Draws Her Sword
56: Chapter 55: Men Only Affect the Speed at Which She Draws Her Sword
56 -55: Men Only Affect the Speed at Which She Draws Her Sword
Aunt Wang proved that her deterrent power is not something us mere mortals can shake easily, as she can subdue everyone in the Ten Miles Team, young and old, all by herself.
Since Lin Nianhe brought up Wang Hong, Wang Xue has been as docile as a quail, taking detours when she sees Lin Nianhe, for fear that one dissatisfaction would set her off to tattle.
Perhaps some may doubt Lin Nianhe’s combat abilities, but no one dares say she can’t tattle.
To this day, Zhao Zhuangshi still dares not approach the riverbank!
With him as an example, who would dare underestimate Lin Nianhe’s tattling skills?
Thanks to Lin Nianhe’s efforts, the Educated Youth Corps settled into a brief period of quietness.
After recovering for half a day, Lin Nianhe went back to work, earning a steady five points a day.
Li Dahe went from initial disdain to now feeling relieved about her only earning five points.
Not bad at all, isn’t it about how much is enough?
Five points might be few, but it’s better than being bedridden, right?
Li Dahe felt that he couldn’t be too concerned about how much work Lin Nianhe did—his hairline couldn’t withstand keeping such close tabs on this little bastard.
In fact, Lin Nianhe was not only contributing the labor equivalent of five points; she was also earnestly mobilizing the villagers to build the country and convincing them to recognize that a know-it-all youth just learning to farm and earning five points was already a great effort…
Wen Lan also took note of her hard work.
“Hezi, you’ve been doing quite well recently, no longer needing my help after work,” Wen Lan said, fanning herself with her hat as they walked.
Lin Nianhe raised her chin: “Looking down on who?”
She used to be quite the little brick-moving expert, only now her body wasn’t cooperating…
Wen Lan glanced at her sideways: “You.”
Lin Nianhe: “…”
Suddenly, she missed Sister Shumei.
She believed that Sister Shumei currently couldn’t outwork her.
As long as Sister Shumei went to work, Sister Lan wouldn’t keep nagging her.
Speaking of Sister Shumei, she was quite the character.
After twisting her ankle, she boldly chose to recline in the Educated Youth Corps for half a month, determined to completely recover from her injury.
Even when Wang Hong came to ask personally, she only said one thing: Auntie, if I don’t heal properly, and end up lame, it’ll be a lifelong issue.
Wang Hong pondered over this and figured there was sense in that.
So she let her be.
This move not only shocked the villagers but also left the folks at the Educated Youth Corps wondering what gave Wang Shumei such confidence.
Lin Nianhe’s good days were obvious for all to see, as everyone knew she came from a well-off family.
But Sister Shumei had always been quiet, not looking like she had any support from home.
Lately, Wang Xue and Miao Yulan had begun to keep their distance from Wang Shumei and Wen Lan, fearing that once the food was divided, Sister Shumei wouldn’t have enough and would ask to borrow from them.
As Lin Nianhe and Wen Lan strolled to the outside of the Educated Youth Corps, they happened to overhear Sun Guanghui’s voice:
“…I’ll lend it to you, don’t get worked up.”
Lin Nianhe, without any hesitation, retracted her step and stood still, not forgetting to grab Wen Lan.
“What are you…”
Wen Lan began to speak, but Lin Nianhe covered her mouth.
Lin Nianhe whispered in her ear: “Don’t talk, don’t go in, just wait a moment.”
Wen Lan, not understanding the situation, assumed Lin Nianhe was up to no good again, so she stood with hands on hips waiting, occasionally glancing at the large stone on the ground.
From inside the Educated Youth Corps, Wang Shumei’s voice could be heard: “Thanks, but I’m fine, I have enough food.”
“Alright then, just let me know if you need anything.”
Lin Nianhe listened, smacked her lips, and pulled Wen Lan inside.
Wen Lan, confused by her actions, asked: “Hezi, you didn’t let me speak, just to overhear these two pointless sentences?”
Lin Nianhe defended herself with pride: “Don’t vilify me, I was clearly trying to avoid embarrassing Sister Shumei.”
Wang Shumei: “…”
They’re practically eavesdropping in broad daylight.
Having recuperated for some time now, Wang Shumei could walk without issue.
Today was her turn, along with Wen Lan, to cook.
Not waiting for Wen Lan to return, she had already prepared the meal.
“Xiao Lan, Nianhe, I’m thinking of going to town tomorrow.
Do you want to come with me?” Wang Shumei asked while serving the rice.
“You’re going to town?” Wen Lan sounded dubious.
“Can your legs handle it?”
“They can.”
“Then, would you mind mailing a letter for me?” Wen Lan asked.
“I won’t be going.
A trip there means at least half a day’s work missed.”
Wen Lan, like Lin Nianhe, almost never had her work points fluctuate.
But she was paid ten points.
“Sure,” Wang Shumei agreed readily, passing the filled bowl of rice to her and then turning to Lin Nianhe.
“Nianhe, are you going?”
Lin Nianhe pondered.
She should also make a trip to town, needing to scout the black market and owed Su Yuncheng a meal.
With that thought in mind, she nodded: “I’ll go.
I will ask Uncle Team Leader for a leave later.”
Wang Shumei hadn’t expected Lin Nianhe would want to go and nodded after a moment’s pause: “Alright, we’ll go together tomorrow.”
Lin Nianhe found Wang Shumei’s expression a bit strange, as if plotting to do something sneaky.
The observer’s instinct in her sensed a juicy story brewing.
True to form, Wang Shumei didn’t disappoint Lin Nianhe.
The next day, right after they dropped off Wen Lan’s letter in the mailbox, Wang Shumei said, “Nianhe, I need to drop by my cousin’s place and pay him a visit since I haven’t done so since arriving.”
Lin Nianhe nodded in agreement: “Okay, go ahead.
I’ll stroll around the Cooperative Society.
Let’s meet at the State-Owned Restaurant at twelve.”
“Alright.”
Wang Shumei replied and left.
Lin Nianhe looked at her empty basket on her back and shook her head helplessly.
Going to her cousin’s place without bringing anything was something Wang Shumei would not typically do.
Lin Nianhe saw through it without saying anything, shook her head, and turned towards the direction of the police station.
The gatekeeper was still Uncle Liu, steadfast at his post.
Lin Nianhe cheerfully approached, handing the old man a small packet of tea, barely weighing half a liang (about a quarter of an ounce).
“Uncle Liu, long time no see.
You look even younger than before.”
Uncle Liu’s stern face broke into a grin.
He sniffed the tea leaves and said to Lin Nianhe: “Girl, are you here to see your brother?”
“Yes.
Can you please tell him to come out?” Lin Nianhe said with a smile.
“Today is not your day,” Uncle Liu said with a wry smile, “Xiao Su left early this morning to work on a case and isn’t here.”
Lin Nianhe didn’t let her disappointment show: “That’s fine.
If my brother comes back this morning, please tell him to meet me at the State-Owned Restaurant entrance at twelve.
If he’s busy, he need not come at all, and if it’s past the time, don’t bother telling him.”
Uncle Liu took note carefully, and then asked, “Got anything urgent?
Shouldn’t you leave him a note?”
“No need, I’m fine,” Lin Nianhe said with a casual wave.
“I just happened to come to town and thought of inviting him for a meal.
If he is busy, no worries.”
“Alright, should there be anything urgent, you can tell me as well.”
“Okay, thanks a lot.” Lin Nianhe waved at him.
“You’re busy, I won’t trouble you further.”
“Go on and have fun.” Uncle Liu waved back, continuing to enjoy the scent of the tea leaves.
Lin Nianhe turned and sighed with a slight frown.
Great, with Su Yuncheng not at the police station, she didn’t have the guts to venture into the black market.
She was planning to sell things, and if Su Yuncheng caught her in the act, she had no way to explain where her merchandise came from.
Men, they really knew how to slow down a woman’s decisiveness!
Lin Nianhe wandered the streets aimlessly and found herself in front of the Textile Factory Family Courtyard.
Watching the aunties sitting around in small groups, a determined gleam flashed in her eyes.
