Transmigration: Flirted with My Childhood Sweetheart-Chapter 23 - 22 It’s You

The sunset dyed half of the sky red.

Lin Nianhe timed it perfectly as she dished out a big bowl of braised pork with green beans from the pot and picked up twelve steaming white buns, carrying them to the front courtyard.

"Wow, the meat smells great!"

"This smells really good... Comrade Lin made this, right?"

Outside the Educated Youth Corps, the returning people unconsciously quickened their steps, sniffing hard as they walked, as if a few more whiffs would fill their stomachs.

There was no meat in the front courtyard; Lin Nianhe was the only one who could prepare this meal.

Everyone licked their lips as they walked in, almost unable to swallow their saliva.

When did they last eat braised pork? Was it during the New Year? The team had slaughtered a pig and distributed the meat, and together they made dumplings and braised pork, even stewing the leftover broth with pickled vegetables twice.

That flavor, even now, is still delicious in their memory.

They were all eager to cook and eat, hoping that with the aroma of the braised pork, their meal would taste better.

But as soon as they entered, they saw Lin Nianhe coming out of their kitchen.

Everyone looked at her, puzzled.

Lin Nianhe stood by the door, smiling slightly: "Thank you all for last night. If you hadn't arrived in time, I would have surely been at a disadvantage. I made a dish to thank everyone, please try it."

"It's nothing, Comrade Lin," Sun Guanghui looked around, and seeing that no one else was speaking, he stepped forward and said, "Even though you live in the woodshed, you're still a part of our Educated Youth Corps. We couldn't just ignore your trouble."

"Right, right, it's what we should do. You're being too polite."

"It's just a matter of speaking; no need to thank us with meat... cough, just a piece will do."

Lin Nianhe watched as they struggled between refusing and their desire to accept, and she couldn't help but smile.

She was starting to like this era a bit.

People here might also have their little schemes, but mostly they are kind and simple.

Not like the apocalypse, where people were no longer humane.

She chuckled and shook her head: "I've already made it, at worst if someone climbs the wall again, you can come help me sort it out."

Everyone felt a bit embarrassed.

They weren't just being polite; they knew their limitations.

Compared to mouse traps, they were indeed not that useful.

Just then, a commotion suddenly erupted outside the courtyard.

"You son of a bitch, stop right there! If I don't tear down your Old Zhang Family's roof beams today, I'll take your surname!"

Lin Nianhe was startled.

That voice, that manner of speaking, sounded so familiar!

She instinctively said to the person beside the door: "Help block the person!"

Wen Lan's hands were quicker than her mind. She reached back and grabbed a burly man by the collar.

Zhang Sancai was running cheerfully when suddenly his collar tightened from behind, and with his body's inertia moving forward, "sssslah," his shirt ripped open from the back.

Wen Lan's face turned crimson red, and she gasped, immediately turning around and letting go of her hold.

Just as Zhang Sancai was about to yell out, he felt the force restraining him loosen, and he staggered a couple of steps before stabilizing himself and trying to continue running forward, but several figures blocked his way.

He took a closer look and saw it was those useless educated youths who can neither shoulder burdens nor carry weights.

Zhang Sancai disdainfully spat on the ground: "Good dogs don't block the road! Get out of my way!"

Wang Shumei had pushed Sun Guanghui forward to block the path, and without thinking too much, the other male educated youths followed Sun Guanghui to help.

Sun Guanghui didn't understand why he should stop this man, and looked puzzledly at Wang Shumei.

Wang Shumei tightly held onto Wen Lan, her eyes flickering briefly before she said to Sun Guanghui, "What are you looking at? You let go halfway through grabbing someone, quickly block him, who knows if he's here to steal something?"

Sun Guanghui instinctively defended himself: "It wasn't me just now..."

Wang Shumei: "It was you!"

"Really, it wasn't..."

Wang Xue hurriedly joined in, "That's right, it was you!"

"I..."

The other male educated youth spoke in unison, "Really, it was you!"

Sun Guanghui: "...?"

Why did everyone say it was him who dragged? It was clearly Wen Lan...

Sun Guanghui scratched his scalp, always feeling that he and the others were not from the same world.

At this moment, Lin Nianhe also jogged over, poked his head to look, and sure enough, the person chasing with a shovel while cursing was Wang Hong.

Watching Wang Hong's fierce look, Lin Nianhe felt... that he cooked the meal just in time.

Wang Hong, like a whirlwind, chased all the way with a crowd following her.

"Hey, Hongzi, what are you doing? That's still your uncle, you can't beat him to death like that!"

"Quick, go call the village chief! Someone might get killed!"

"Hongzi, listen to Auntie, put down the shovel handle..."

Amidst the mixed persuasions of the crowd, Wang Hong's pacing was delayed again and again.

But she was indeed fierce, shaking off several people who came up to pull her and with red eyes, charged forward.

Zhang Sancai, who also didn't dare to act tough at this moment, crouched down, hoping to slip away through the crowd.

But after moving just two steps, he suddenly felt a terrible ache behind his knees, not knowing what he was hit by, and his legs softened, he fell flat on the ground.

At that moment, Wang Hong arrived.

Zhang Sancai lay sprawled on the ground, watching the shiny shovel descending toward his head, he was so stunned that he forgot to dodge.

"Aunt Wang!"

Wang Hong's raised shovel stagnated mid-air, unable to come down.

She turned her head and faced Lin Nianhe's distinct black and white eyes.

Lin Nianhe was almost hanging on Wang Hong's arm, finally stopping her action.

She stared into Wang Hong's eyes, talking rapidly, "Aunt Wang, if you kill him, only you will have to pay with your life, think about yourself, think about the children... you just said this afternoon, if there's trouble, seek the organization, no matter the issue, we should discuss it openly, surely he can't get away with it, right?"

Wang Hong's eyes were bloodshot, she panted heavily, her eyes exuding a strong intent to kill that Lin Nianhe was extremely familiar with.

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Lin Nianhe had no doubt, at this moment, Wang Hong really wanted to slaughter him.

She frowned, pulling Wang Hong even tighter.

Wang Hong looked into her clear eyes, her hand softened, and the shovel dropped.

Wang Dong, quick on his feet, caught it, saving Zhang Sancai's life.

The villagers gathered around again, grabbing and pulling Wang Hong from all sides.

Second Aunt Li, relying on her strength, firmly hugged Wang Hong's arm, "Hongzi, don't be impulsive, what exactly happened?"

Wang Hong stared fiercely at Zhang Sancai on the ground, the veins on her temple bulging with rage.

"That old hag from the Zhang Family sold off my Dani!"

"Sold?"

"My goodness!"

Lin Nianhe, terrified as if startled, covered her mouth and staggered backward, accidentally stepping on Zhang Sancai's hand.

"Ow—"

Zhang Sancai was really unlucky, with a sharp stone under his hand, and as Lin Nianhe stepped on it, his palm was immediately pierced by the stone.

The flesh was mangled, and Zhang Sancai howled, sounding barely human.

"Aiyayaya," Lin Nianhe scampered to Wang Shumei's side, "I was scared to death."

Wang Shumei: "..."

Had she not seen Lin Nianhe toss the stone hitting Zhang Sancai's knee just moments ago, perhaps she might have convinced herself to believe this nonsense.