Transmigration: Flirted with My Childhood Sweetheart-Chapter 20 - 19 Malice in the Belly

The cabin had a clear view, and the furniture was neatly arranged.

After a while, Second Uncle Li came out with his hands clapping off the dust and said to Lin Nianhe, "Educated Youth Lin, the furniture you ordered is only missing a cupboard. It'll be ready in five or six days, and I'll deliver it then."

His hands were dark and rough, covered in calluses—medals of honor for half a lifetime of hard work for his home.

Lin Nianhe snapped out of her reverie, cheerfully replied, "Okay, thank you, Second Uncle Li. You've put in a lot of effort."

With a wave of his hand, Second Uncle Li quietly left, pushing his handcart.

The two aunts originally wanted to help Lin Nianhe tidy up, but she refused, not letting them do any work no matter what.

Aunt Li figured it out—Lin Nianhe might look obedient, but she was actually pretty stubborn.

After seeing off Aunt Li and the others, Lin Nianhe happily went back to organizing her things.

There was now a place to put clothes, and snacks could be temporarily kept on the kang cabinet. Her favorite was the desk—Second Uncle Li's craftsmanship was truly excellent, making the desk very sturdy.

The tabletop was smooth, the edges were rounded. Under the tabletop, on the left were three drawers, each with a lock, and on the right was a small cabinet.

Speaking of this cabinet, Lin Nianhe really wanted to give Second Uncle Li tens of thousands of thumbs up.

Its size was perfect for placing a storage battery.

Humming a tune, Lin Nianhe drilled a small hole the size of a lychee behind the cabinet and attached a power strip under the desk. She found a pink and white checkered cloth from her space and laid it out as a tablecloth, perfectly hiding the power strip.

With this, she finally didn't need to move the storage battery back and forth daily, nor did she have to squat beside the stove to eat.

If she didn't feel it was inappropriate, she would've even liked to present Uncle He with a banner of honor.

Lin Nianhe placed a pink and white checkered cushion that matched the tablecloth on the chair, then sat on it, looking out of the window with a contented wiggle of her feet.

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At last, her new home was beginning to take shape.

But the desk seemed a bit empty.

She couldn't place her books out in the open. The textbooks and exercise books she found last night were placed on a specially cleared shelf in her space, ready to be used at any time and much safer than being out in the open.

After pondering for a while, she decided to place the stack of newspapers that Su Yuncheng had brought for her on the desk.

On the rural lane, Wen Lan's day was much lighter because there was one less person she needed to drag along.

Wang Shumei felt embarrassed being dragged along yesterday, but today she had completely adapted to it.

She leaned on Wen Lan's shoulder, asking curiously, "Xiao Lan, where did you get such strength from? And I notice you're quite proficient in farm work."

Wen Lan did farm work without needing the aunts to bother teaching her, simply joining in with the tasks, and no one knew where she had learned it from.

Logically, educated youth from the city aren't supposed to know how to do farm work.

Wen Lan's eyes flickered slightly.

She rarely played it cautious and didn't directly answer Wang Shumei's question, "I just have a lot of strength, and besides, that bit of work isn't difficult at all."

Wang Shumei raised an eyebrow.

Her words, probably none of the neighbors would believe.

But Wang Shumei didn't ask further. Everyone had their little secrets, and so did she.

Wang Shumei was pondering when to make a trip to town, when Widow Zhao suddenly appeared from nowhere and swooped in front of her, demanding with her droopy eyes, "Educated Youth Wang, is Educated Youth Lin better now?"

Wang Shumei was genuinely startled this time; her already weak legs buckled, nearly collapsing into Wen Lan's arms.

Annoyed, Wang Shumei responded, "I don't know if Nianhe is better, but now I'm truly scared by you. Xiao Lan, help me over to the Ten Miles Team leader's house to ask for leave!"

Widow Zhao let out a wail and bolted, legs sprawling in all directions.

While running, she muttered to herself, "My life is at stake, these educated youth nowadays are all full of ill intentions, all led astray by that little demon..."

It was just the time when the work shift ended, so there were quite a few villagers on the road, who all widened their eyes upon seeing this scene, their expressions as if they had seen a ghost.

My goodness, Widow Zhao had been married to the Ten Miles Team for over twenty years, yet this was the first... the second time they had seen her suffer a defeat.

Their gazes towards Wang Shumei and Wen Lan became complex.

One, a little tiger girl who worked the fields even better than the men, another, a sharp-tongued little chili pepper who never let anyone off the hook, and one more, a little demon who might come from a family making mouse traps...

These three new female educated youth were terrifying!

Widow Zhao came to "care" for Lin Nianhe's health, and Wang Shumei immediately turned around to tell the person involved.

At that time, Lin Nianhe was writing a letter home at the new table. Upon hearing the news, she pursed her lips and chuckled, speaking to Wang Shumei through the window, "She's just afraid that I'll use my illness as an excuse to shirk work. But after your scare, I guess she won't dare to approach you anymore."

Wang Shumei looked at Lin Nianhe, her mind suddenly wandering, thinking to herself how beautiful she looked.

It was just that her face was too pale, she looked like a sick beauty.

Lin Nianhe capped her fountain pen and asked, "Did those people in the front yard not say anything else?"

She couldn't help but remember that they had also spoken up for her last night.

Wang Shumei also thought of this, and after a moment of silence, she said to Lin Nianhe, "Last night, not long after Miao Yulan returned, she started running a fever. This morning, she was so dizzy that she staggered as she walked, but she still insisted on going to work."

"The team leader was afraid something would happen to her and wanted her to go with the kids to cut pigweed, but she refused and stubbornly worked in the fields all morning."

Lin Nianhe was shocked and stared wide-eyed, "She's that determined?"

Wang Shumei sighed, "Every family has their own difficult scriptures to chant, when it all comes down to it... it's all because we're poor."

Lin Nianhe thought for a moment with downcast eyes, then stood up from her bed and took out a recently stored bag of medicines. She found some antipyretics and handed two pills to Wang Shumei, "Give these to her to reduce the fever."

"Okay," Wang Shumei didn't refuse, "I'll take them to her."

Wang Shumei didn't stay long and went to the front courtyard to look. Miao Yulan was lying on the bed in a daze, her face ashen and her forehead burning hot.

She quickly woke her up, "Educated Youth Miao, wake up and take this fever-reducing medicine."

Miao Yulan, in a daze, opened her eyes and saw the pale pills, instinctively shaking her head, "No need, I'm fine, I don't want to waste the money."

Wang Shumei almost laughed out of exasperation and shoved the medicine into Miao Yulan's mouth with a firm tone, "It doesn't cost you anything, Nianhe gave it to you."

She had never seen anyone who took so little care of themselves!

Miao Yulan was taken aback, but before she could spit it out, Wang Shumei had already poured water down her throat and the medicine was swallowed.

She felt her tongue go numb with bitterness, and before she could frown, a piece of rock sugar was stuffed into her mouth.

Watching her pale appearance, Wang Shumei eventually softened her tone, "You rest for a bit and don't go to work this afternoon." After saying this, she left the remaining four pieces of rock sugar by her pillow.

"No, no, I can do it..."

"What 'can you do'? You can only earn work points if you're alive." Yu Xiangqin rolled her eyes as she came inside, carrying a bowl of thick millet porridge with a few bird eggs in it.

"Here, the porridge is cooked by me, the millet is from Wang Xue, and the bird eggs were found by some male comrades after work in the mountains."

Yu Xiangqin swallowed her saliva, sat down on the edge of the kang bed holding the bowl, and spooned up porridge to Miao Yulan's lips, teasingly warning, "Eat up quickly, or else I might just have it myself."

Outside the window, Wen Lan passed by and called out to her, "Don't go to work this afternoon; I'll do your share of the work for you, and you won't lose a single point."

Miao Yulan looked at them dumbfounded, tears falling down, dropping into the bowl.

The sugar was really sweet, the porridge was really fragrant.