Transmigration: Flirted with My Childhood Sweetheart-Chapter 2 - A Spark in the Wilds

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The noisy platform quieted down a bit, and the people around looked over, their eyes brighter than before.

No matter when and where, being a spectator is human nature.

Lin Nianhe's undercurrent of irritation flashed away, and she looked at the female educated youth in front of her with a smile.

"Look at what you're saying, I was just taking a short break to catch my breath, comrades should understand each other, let's not be so rigid," Lin Nianhe quickly stepped forward, snatched the net bag from the girl's hand, and threw it onto the ox cart, "Here, let me help you!"

There were already quite a few pieces of luggage stacked on the ox cart, and the net bag containing enamel tea cups and lunch boxes was thrown with force, only to unfortunately slip off after half a second and fall to the ground.

Lin Nianhe: "Comrade, it seems your net bag has a mind of its own."

The female educated youth glared at Lin Nianhe mournfully before hurrying to pick up her belongings.

The enamel tea cup lost a patch of paint, causing the girl such distress that she glared at Lin Nianhe again.

She wanted to scold Lin Nianhe, but realized those guilty hands were reaching for her other luggage!

The educated youth's pupils trembled dramatically as she screamed at Lin Nianhe, "Stop! Don't touch my things!"

Lin Nianhe had just lifted the luggage when she heard this and immediately let go.

The bulky luggage fell to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

The female educated youth choked on a face full of dust, but had no time to care about anything else; she quickly picked up her possessions and kept them far away from Lin Nianhe.

Lin Nianhe eagerly reached out: "Come on, let me help you."

"No, no need!" The educated youth sidestepped, guarding against Lin Nianhe as if warding off wolves.

Lin Nianhe chuckled, following her persistently: "Don't be shy, comrades should help each other out."

"No, no... really, no need."

The educated youth quickened her pace, no longer dawdling as before; she neatly and promptly placed the luggage on the ox cart.

Lin Nianhe could only turn to the others, full of eagerness: "Do any of you need help?"

The other three educated youths assigned to Ten Miles Team shook their heads like rattle drums, rushing to lift their luggage onto the ox cart, afraid that if they were a step slower, their belongings would be violated by the devilish claws of Lin Nianhe.

Seeing their enthusiasm, Lin Nianhe could only stand back in her original spot with her comradely enthusiasm having nowhere to go, looking up at the sky.

Li Dahe had packed a bag of cigarettes and was just about to strike a match when he realized the educated youths assigned there had already loaded their luggage onto the cart.

Li Dahe was a bit bewildered.

He wiped his face; the ox cart was still there, neatly loaded with luggage, and a circle of educated youths stood beside it.

Li Dahe walked around the ox cart and seeing that the luggage was securely placed, he couldn't help but feel a glimmer of hope—

Could it be that this batch of educated youths were really good workers?

While Li Dahe was feeling relieved, he caught a glimpse of Lin Nianhe standing on tiptoe beside the ox cart.

Hmm... except for her.

Li Dahe took a puff of his cigarette and checked the list of educated youths again:

"Lin Nianhe." "Yes!"

"Li Aimin." "Present."

"Wen Lan." "...Present."

"Wang Shumei." "Present."

"Zhang Jianguo." "Present."

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Li Dahe packed up the list and called out, "Let's go, back to the team."

He strode off with his hands clasped behind his back, casting a glance at the captain of Nine-miles Team, who was still busy with moving luggage nearby, walking with an exceptionally straight back.

Originally called Ten Miles Village, Ten Miles Team was one of the top three wealthiest villages in the commune.

However, the wealth at that time was limited; at least it wasn't to the point of starving people.

Li Dahe and another commune member had hurried over with two ox carts to pick people up—one for luggage and the other for passengers. It was mid-May, and Hei Province was located in the Northeast, where the weather was cool and quite pleasant.

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Lin Nianhe squinted her eyes, looking at the vibrant fields, feeling quite good.

Wen Lan, sitting beside her, didn't share the same good mood.

She clutched a net bag, rubbing her thumb over a freshly chipped enamel cup, her grievances bubbling up.

Wen Lan was annoyed when Wang Shumei suddenly patted her on the shoulder and whispered into her ear, "Comrade Wen Lan, don't be angry. I saw earlier that Comrade Lin got off from a sleeping carriage. She's probably been so spoiled at home that she won't be good at manual labor, so don't be mad at her."

Wen Lan looked at Lin Nianhe in shock and grabbed her to ask, "You came here in a sleeper?"

Her voice was a bit loud, and the two male Educated youth lying close together on the opposite side, almost asleep, were startled awake.

Lin Nianhe replied to Wen Lan with a counter-question, "What about it?"

Lin Nianhe wasn't afraid of her provocation at all. Life could be dull, and having something to relieve the boredom was quite nice.

Wen Lan looked Lin Nianhe up and down with a pained expression, "Your skinny arms and legs couldn't even fill up a bunk, what a waste."

"..."

Lin Nianhe was certain that Wen Lan's look was one of pity, without a trace of jealousy.

This girl, quite interesting.

The exhaustion in Wen Lan's eyes swept away in an instant, she grabbed Lin Nianhe's arm and bombarded her with questions like pouring beans out of a bamboo tube:

"What does a sleeper look like? I heard there are fewer people there, is there enough hot water? Where is your home? Your parents must really dote on you, huh? How old are you? You have so much luggage, you must have brought a lot of food rations, right?"

Faced with this barrage of questions, Lin Nianhe only replied, "I'm seventeen this year, from Beijing."

She was now somewhat unclear about what kind of person Wen Lan really was, which made her reluctant to have too much interaction with her.

"Wow! Then you've seen Tiananmen?" Wen Lan's eyes sparkled.

The other three also looked ardently at Lin Nianhe, and even the male Educated youth sitting across, no longer caring about propriety, and Li Dahe at the front steering the cart, all turned their bodies to listen eagerly.

Lin Nianhe felt uncomfortable under their gazes and subconsciously hid her hands behind her back, ready to draw the large cleaver from thin air at any moment.

She remained guarded in her heart, but her face didn't show it at all: "I've seen it."

She was a Beijinger in her past life, and had seen all the things they were curious about.

"Then you must have also seen the flag-raising ceremony, right?"

"Mhm."

"And you..."

Lin Nianhe never expected that just by virtue of having seen Tiananmen and the flag-raising, she would earn the admiration of the other Educated youth.

Wen Lan had long forgotten about her scratched enamel cup and, holding onto Lin Nianhe's arm, pleaded for her to talk more about it. Wang Shumei, who had been slyly causing trouble just moments ago, now pulled out two pieces of rock sugar to give to Lin Nianhe, her cheeks flushed.

Pairs of eyes filled with goodwill finally made Lin Nianhe let down her guard, starting to describe the magnificence of Tiananmen.

Their weariness and boredom swept away, watching those eyes filled with longing and determination, Lin Nianhe revealed her first sincere smile since her transmigration.

The people of this era were innocently charming; they had faith, had aspirations, and were willing to dedicate everything for their country.

On the first day of going down to the countryside, Lin Nianhe saw the sparks that could start a prairie fire.