Transmigration: Flirted with My Childhood Sweetheart-Chapter 10 - 9 Giving You Five Million

Just got off work, many of the old Educated Youths are resting in the courtyard, and the newly arrived Educated Youths had also woken up. Hearing what Wang Xue said, a group of male Educated Youths simultaneously turned their heads, their gaze shifting between her and Lin Nianhe.

Is the second battle of Educated Youth Corps about to commence?

Lin Nianhe instinctively looked toward the east room, and through the window, she saw Wang Shumei and Wen Lan together, which made her sigh in relief.

Someone can handle big silly Sister, just don't let them add to the chaos.

Lin Nianhe squinted and chuckled lightly, speaking as she walked to the backyard, "Yeah, since I was young, people have liked me, probably because I'm good-looking and sweet-talking. After all, no one likes a sourpuss, right?"

Wang Xue felt a stabbing pain in her chest, as if pierced by a knife.

She wanted to muster tears to counterattack, but when she looked up, Lin Nianhe had already disappeared.

The fist that Wang Xue had clenched hard ended up hitting the air.

She exerted force on her hand and ended up splitting the potato into two halves with a spoon.

Wang Xue's anger didn't bother Lin Nianhe. When she returned, she was not in a hurry to cook. Instead, she sprinkled realgar powder along the remaining half of the courtyard wall to ensure no corner was left unchecked. Then, she neatly packed away the remaining little packet, storing it in a space.

This small house was in the northeast corner, with a gap between it and the courtyard wall big enough for an adult to sidle through.

Looking at the two-meter-tall courtyard wall, Lin Nianhe squeezed into the gap and set a line of mousetraps along the root of the wall.

After completing this task, Lin Nianhe finally felt at ease and entered her home.

From getting off the train earlier that day until now, she had barely stopped and was sore and weary, unable to muster the energy even to cook for others.

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But that was a minor issue; with so much food here, she could easily get away with a simple excuse.

Lin Nianhe looked at the wooden door, solid and draft-free, yet she still felt insecure since returning from the post-apocalypse world.

Thinking it over, she took two animal traps from her space and placed them on the ground by the door, and also grabbed a handful of thumbtacks, setting them spike-up in two rows on each windowsill.

Finally, she placed an electric baton on the kang (traditional Chinese bed-stove).

Her heart finally settled down.

She closed the window, drew the curtains tightly, and took out a bathtub with warm water from her space, adding a few drops of essential oil, comfortably settling into the warm bath.

Her space was static; everything kept inside remained in its original state.

The warm water was prepared for extreme cold, and for extreme heat, she had also prepared numerous ice blocks.

The day's fatigue slowly dissipated in the warm water. Lin Nianhe lightly closed her eyes, reviewing the day's events and people in her mind, feeling reassured of no negligence.

After cleaning herself, Lin Nianhe didn't dare use a hairdryer, instead, she wrapped her long hair with a dry towel, and returned the water and tub back into her space.

To adapt to the times, she had specially made a sizable garbage storage area in her space, luckily the space did not mix scents, otherwise, she would have been wary of using anything.

Having no furniture was also fine; Lin Nianhe straightaway brought out a massage chair and a small table, placing them on an open space, and took out some crayfish and iced Coke.

Listening briefly to the sounds from the front yard, she took out a tablet computer, wearing headphones on one ear, selecting a historical drama to educate herself.

When she ate her first piece of crayfish meat, Lin Nianhe burst out laughing.

She hadn't expected that she could watch dramas and eat crayfish in this era.

This was much more difficult to do in the post-apocalypse, and her sense of happiness was much higher.

Lin Nianhe didn't indulge for too long; she had to work tomorrow. After filling her stomach, she packed up, made the kang, and crawled into a new quilt that Aunt Lin had made for her.

She slept soundly and dreamed of a fuzzy-faced rich young man persistently stuffing her with stacks of big banknotes, which she countered by tossing a stack of 100 banknotes back at him.

She haughtily threw at him:

"You're not my type. Take this five million and stop bothering me."

Lin Nianhe woke up laughing.

She thought it might be interesting to reject a tough childhood friend this way.

She woke up just at 5:00, pushed open the window, and it was dawn, with the sound of dishes clashing already coming from the front yard.

Lin Nianhe felt somewhat helpless; having good hearing can sometimes be troublesome.

She picked up the animal trap by the door and pushed the door open. The fresh air invigorated her spirit and she instantly became alert.

Before washing up, she pretended to start a fire with coal balls and boiled water in a pot.

However, she ultimately used the boiled water stored in her space to make malted milk because she was too lazy to clean the pot last night.

She was having breakfast, holding a tea cup in one hand and a piece of egg cake in the other, when Wen Lan arrived.

She didn't enter but teased Lin Nianhe through the window, who looked disheveled: "You just got up, huh? Meizi said we should call you, but I guess there was no need."

Lin Nianhe grunted and greeted: "Have you eaten?"

"I've finished eating." Wen Lan replied, "You better hurry, Sun Guanghui said work starts at 5:30."

"Alright." Lin Nianhe glanced at her watch, still fifteen minutes left.

She'd have to set an alarm tomorrow.

After quickly finishing breakfast, Lin Nianhe braided her hair and applied sunscreen to every inch of exposed skin. She filled her water bottle with herbal tea, and also put a bunch of candies and two pieces of egg cake in her shoulder bag, then she finally grabbed her straw hat and work gloves to lock the house door.

Before closing the door, she placed the animal trap inside.

Ten Miles Team mainly grows spring corn, and the corn seedlings in the field are already lush, about twenty centimeters tall, and growing well, much smarter than Li Dahe's hair.

On the way to work, Wen Lan chatted with Lin Nianhe:

"I heard from Meizi you went to make furniture? What all did you make? So much? Are you preparing your dowry? Oh my, Hezi, how much money did you bring exactly? You need to budget well, spending so liberally could leave you hungry."

Lin Nianhe pursed her lips and smiled lightly, she figured out that Wen Lan was straightforward, asking whatever came to her mind without getting upset if unanswered.

But seeing those three ahead with their ears perked up, Lin Nianhe answered: "My dad gave me all of his savings from over twenty years, and my mom and brother also gave me some, it's enough."

Talking about this, she felt a bit sorry for Comrade Old Lin.

Comrade Old Lin had only saved 423 yuan after more than twenty years, which was still less than what Lin Huai Zhou had saved in four years.

Just as she thought about how skilled Aunt Lin was at managing her husband, she saw the three ahead stumble uniformly, their synchronized action showing more coordination than the comradeship at her side.

Wang Shumei didn't notice this scene, and exclaimed "little ancestor" and covered Lin Nianhe's mouth.

She glared at Lin Nianhe, frowning: "You silly girl, don't you know not to show off wealth? Don't let someone break into your door in the middle of the night!"

Lin Nianhe, unconcerned, chinned up: "Let them come, I'm not without support, if anyone dares steal my things, I'll send them to jail."

Her money was all in her space; if a thief could find even a penny in her house, she'd concede defeat.

Wang Shumei's eyes twinkled, and she chuckled: "That's right, your brother has comrades here; they would definitely protect you."

Wen Lan didn't understand the warning implied in those words, and she calculated thoughtfully: "Hezi is looked after, Meizi's house is nearby... What if I start taking ten points a day from now until the end of the year, how much grain could I get? Could I also get money? My ticket home is expensive, I'm worried I won't have enough."

Lin Nianhe: "..."

Wang Shumei: "..."

After a long silence, Lin Nianhe turned to Wang Shumei and said: "Sister Shumei, you'll have your work cut out for you."

Wang Shumei sighed deeply, feeling the weight of responsibility.

Wen Lan puzzled: "Why would Meizi suffer hardships?"

Lin Nianhe, feeling sympathetic, tugged at Wen Lan's braid: "It's nothing, I was saying if you come up short for your ticket, I could lend it to you."

What a big heart the poor girl has!

And ten points... The strongest laborers in the village only get ten points a day, what kind of dream is she having!

Lin Nianhe and Wang Shumei didn't expect that they would be the ones ending up embarrassed this time.