Transmigration: Flirted with My Childhood Sweetheart-Chapter 29 - 28 Sieve Street Alley of Wit

Li Dahe examined the bicycle over and over again until he finally felt the awkwardness of the atmosphere.

He cleared his throat and said to Lin Nianhe, "Educated Youth Lin, you've worked hard. Why don't you go back and rest first?"

Lin Nianhe had her hands in her pockets. "Uncle Team Leader, are you throwing me away after using me?"

Li Dahe ran his fingers through his hair, seriously saying, "Of course not, what I mean is..." trying to send away the source of the embarrassment.

But the truth wasn't welcome. Li Dahe changed his tune, "I'm just worried about your health. Alright, you should go back. I will talk to Comrade Su about the rest."

"If you insist, then I'll just obediently listen," Lin Nianhe shrugged indifferently, glanced at her watch, and said to Su Yuncheng, "Brother Yuncheng, come to my place for lunch after you're done."

"Okay," Su Yuncheng nodded. "You go rest, I'll cook."

Lin Nianhe neither agreed nor disagreed, and with a smile, she waved her hand and left.

Watching her leave, Su Yuncheng turned back to Li Dahe, "Squad Leader, may I ask if Nianhe is sick?"

It was time for work, and logically, Lin Nianhe should be going to work after coming back. But Li Dahe had asked her to rest instead, and Lin Nianhe didn't seem to refuse, as if she was supposed to rest anyway.

The awkwardness that had just left Li Dahe had returned. He tugged at the corner of his mouth, unsure whether Lin Nianhe had told Su Yuncheng about Zhao Zhuangshi's wall-climbing incident.

Li Dahe, the straightforward farmer, couldn't conceal his worries. Su Yuncheng squinted his eyes slightly, a guess forming in his mind.

Such a striking young lady, could it be...

After a moment of struggle, Li Dahe sighed and decided to tell the truth.

The little bastard didn't suffer a loss, and Zhao Zhuangshi received his punishment; Li Dahe felt that the matter had been dealt with properly.

Putting aside his personal feelings, at least the result seemed very just.

Upon hearing the story, a chill settled at the bottom of Su Yuncheng's eyes.

After a moment of thought, he nodded slightly and said, "Okay, I understand. Let's go take care of Comrade Wang Hong's matters."

Li Dahe had braced himself for a barrage of questions, but the young man had changed the subject and dropped it.

This made Li Dahe feel very uncomfortable.

He felt unsettled with a heart hanging in suspense.

Walking on the rural mud road, Li Dahe occasionally glanced at Su Yuncheng.

Originally, he had always thought that Educated Youth Lin was a naive girl, unacquainted with worldly affairs, until last night when Aunt Li came home and relayed Lin Nianhe's words, making him realize that this little bastard was actually full of cunning.

Looking at her neighbor today... heh, these two must be from Clever Alley, located on Sieve Street.

Li Dahe walked ahead with his hands behind his back, mentally sighing without end.

It's tough being a squad leader...

Li Dahe was busy feeling sorry for himself, and when villagers greeted him on the road, he paid no mind, responding absently and pushing the matter to the back of his mind.

He did not take note of it, but the villagers who saw Su Yuncheng remembered it very well.

Their initial thought of slacking off instantly disappeared; rushing back to the fields, they quickly passed on this "good news" about Educated Youth Lin's brother returning, to Widow Zhao.

"Old Zhao Family, isn't this coincidence interesting? Her brother's come again... oh, and there's something strange, Educated Youth Lin's brother is here, but she's not accompanying him. Instead, it's the squad leader following him. What do you think they are up to?"

Widow Zhao's hands trembled, nearly pulling up the corn seedling.

She didn't want to guess, not at all.

"Auntie, don't scare Zhuangshi's mother; her conscience is troubled enough, she can't handle wild guesses."

"Ha ha ha... well, I say people shouldn't do things that weigh on their conscience, now it's too late to be afraid!"

Widow Zhao glared mercilessly at the person who'd insulted her, and with a stiff neck, pretended everything was fine: "What am I afraid of? What do I have to be afraid of? My son didn't do anything to her, what am I afraid of!"

She felt guilty, instinctively raising her voice a bit, as if by doing so she could appear to be truly unafraid.

"Pfft, if you're not afraid, then why the fuss..."

The eyes of the crowd are sharp, especially since Widow Zhao's face had turned pale, anyone with decent eyesight could see her guilt.

According to Widow Zhao's usual character, she would definitely have snapped back at someone squeezing her like this.

But at this moment, she really wasn't in the mood, her mind filled with the bleak image of her eldest son reaching out to her through prison bars.

Widow Zhao gritted her teeth against her anxiety and pulled out a couple more weeds, then hunched over, clutching her stomach as she ran towards the grove, muttering, "Oh, why is my stomach acting up..."

This clumsy attempt at cover-up provoked laughter from the others, who mocked her without any restraint.

Widow Zhao didn't feel like dealing with them. After ducking into the grove, she scurried towards the Educated Youth Corps in a stooped posture.

After returning home, Lin Nianhe took out a slab of streaky pork from her space, which was nearly identical to what Su Yuncheng had brought over before.

Streaky pork is best for making braised pork, but she had eaten it for two meals in a row and was indeed tired of it; she didn't want to eat any more.

After pondering for a moment, she picked out a small piece of leaner hind leg meat and chopped it together with the streaky pork to make dumpling filling.

She didn't believe that Su Yuncheng could distinguish whether she used streaky pork or hind leg meat in the dumpling filling.

In fact, Lin Nianhe's space contained a lot of dumplings she had previously made. After making them, she stored them in her space in nearly the same condition as when they were just made.

However, she chose to keep up appearances fully—for safety first!

Lin Nianhe worked efficiently, and in no time, she had wrapped half a basket of dumplings.

It was also at this time that she heard footsteps.

The nervous and rapid footsteps were not like those of her neighbors.

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Lin Nianhe slightly furrowed her brow and casually picked up the large kitchen knife nearby.

Widow Zhao had no habit of knocking; she pushed open the door and found herself facing the knife blade smeared with minced meat.

A drop of cold sweat slid down her temple.

Widow Zhao swallowed hard, her voice starting to tremble: "Li-Lin, Educated Youth Lin, what are you doing..."

"Oh, making dumplings." Lin Nianhe, seeing it was Widow Zhao, put the kitchen knife on the stove and asked her with a meaningful smile, "Aunt Zhao, are you here for something?"

Widow Zhao wiped off her cold sweat, her gaze evasively refusing to meet Lin Nianhe's: "Well, I, I don't really have anything, just came to see if your health has improved."

Lin Nianhe saw her guilty demeanor and understood instantly—

It must be that Su Yuncheng had been seen, and Widow Zhao was afraid she would tattle.

Lin Nianhe's lips curled slightly, silently observing her: "It's better, I think I'll be able to go to work the day after tomorrow."

As she expected, Widow Zhao wasn't even listening to her answer; as soon as Lin Nianhe finished speaking, she said: "Educated Youth Lin, don't feel pressured, it's fine to rest for a few more days. Also, I have an old hen at home, why not take it to nourish yourself?"

The usually domineering village aunt was probably lowering her head to someone for the first time, her face beet red with embarrassment, nervously fidgeting with the corner of her clothes.

Her reaction was the best answer. Lin Nianhe's eyes flickered with slyness, and she responded with a muted laugh: "Aunt Zhao, don't overthink it. My brother was just making a routine visit for the police station, it wasn't specifically for my matter."

Aunt Zhao's heart, which had been hanging in her chest, because of Lin Nianhe's words, leaped to her throat.

She'd lived for forty years; how could she not know that the police station had this visiting task?

Also, 'not specifically'—does that mean... by the way?

Widow Zhao could already see her son rotting away in prison.