Transmigration: Flirted with My Childhood Sweetheart-Chapter 642 - 641: A Great Idea That Cannot Be Leaked

The train stopped in front of Xi City, and Factory Director Wang from Xi City Food Factory specially ran over to thank Lin Nianhe.

A man of his age, he spoke while shedding tears.

Factory Director Ji could fully empathize with his emotions—at the time of the Spring Trade Fair, he cried just like that.

But he was silently weeping at midnight on the kang bed at home.

His wife thought he had some improper personal conduct and nearly chopped him.

"Xiao Lin, thank you, thank you..." Factory Director Wang wiped away his tears, "Without you, how could our factory have been the first to get a production line, let alone making foreign exchange through exports..."

Xi City Food Factory reaped a great harvest at this autumn trade fair, with their flavorful ham sausages that have a long shelf life becoming highly popular and securing nearly ten million in orders.

For Xi City Food Factory, which hastily prepared for the autumn trade fair, this was truly a big surprise.

Factory Director Wang, as he wiped his tears, couldn’t help but talk about the past and present of Xi City Food Factory.

Lin Nianhe really couldn’t stand a grown man crying in front of her and desperately gestured to Factory Director Ji to take him away.

It just so happened that Factory Director Ji was also stirred by the recollection—at present, he was quite sentimental too, as Lan County Textile Factory was just a small, failing factory that could only make unsellable quilt covers last year; this year, it had transformed into a big player earning foreign exchange through exports.

So, Lin Nianhe could only watch two grown men shedding tears in front of her.

Wen Lan: "Good days are here, what are you two crying for?"

With one sentence, the problem was resolved.

Lin Nianhe almost embraced her and cried as well.

With each stop the train made, there were fewer pieces of luggage on board.

But when it came to Xi City, it was an exception.

Before getting on the train, Factory Director Wang made a special call to the factory, and the union chairman of the food factory had specifically coordinated with the train station to have the train halt for a bit longer.

More than a dozen workers carried dozens of boxes of sausages as a token of thanks, cramming the narrow corridor of the carriage so that only one person could squeeze through sideways.

Factory Director Wang, holding onto Factory Director Ji’s hand, was reluctant to leave: "Brother, even though our businesses are different, from now on, we’re brothers, and we’ll have each other’s back!"

Factory Director Ji nodded repeatedly: "Brother, let me tell you something."

"What’s up?"

"The train has left."

"..."

Factory Director Wang, too fond of the warmth of the carriage, rode one stop too many.

Before he got off, Lin Nianhe offered him a piece of advice: "Uncle Wang, you don’t need to buy a ticket; just jump on the return train, and without a ticket, the conductor will surely kick you off at the next station!"

Factory Director Wang: "Is this how you fool foreigners?"

"Look who’s talking, why would I spare such great ideas for them!"

"..."

When the train stopped in Lan County, the heavy snow had just ceased.

On the platform, familiar faces were all smiling, and they even pulled out a colossal banner.

The banner was an actor that best represented Wong Xiao’s personality—the "Spring" character from the Spring Trade Fair had been picked off and replaced with "Autumn."

Wong Xiao stood at the very front of the crowd, his neck stretched as far as it could go.

Factory Director Ji was the first to disembark, a smile on his face: "Boss, this is..."

"Step aside." Wong Xiao shoved him to the side, then warmly opened his arms, "Xiao Lin! Uncle’s missed you to death! Let Uncle take a good look, have you lost weight?"

Factory Director Ji: "..."

He silently moved towards the second factory director of Lan County: "Brother Old Li..."

"Scram." Li Dahe rolled his eyes and, with hands behind his back, walked toward the few girls behind him, examining each one, nodding in approval, "Let’s go, head home, we’ll ride our factory’s car."

Factory Director Ji: "..."

"Alright!"

The three girls responded in unison.

"Hey, hey, wait a minute, what about those sausages on the train? Hurry and carry them down!"

Factory Director Ji, seeing Wang Hai carrying boxes down, finally remembered there was important business and immediately called people to move the goods.

Dozens of boxes of sausages, one-third of them loaded into the match factory’s truck.

Driving was Qian Guozhu, who couldn’t help but smile upwards at the sight of his sister.

Wang Shumei didn’t stand on ceremony with them; she sat in the passenger seat chatting with her brother.

"Move inside, don’t catch a draft," Li Dahe, sitting in the truck bed, called out to them.

"There are boxes blocking, it’s not cold."

The feeling of solidity that comes with returning home is the most enchanting.

Lin Nianhe smiled with her eyes curving, and said to Li Dahe, "Uncle Team Leader, look, the first time we came here we rode in an ox cart, after the Spring Trade Fair we returned on bicycles, and now, after the Autumn Trade Fair, we’re riding in a truck... Next time we come back, are you going to pick us up in a small sedan?"

Before Li Dahe could respond, Wen Lan asked, "And what will we ride next time?"

"Next time, Uncle Team Leader will send an airplane to pick us up!"

"Eh? That would mean coming back in a whoosh, right?"

"Setting off in the morning and arriving by night, right?"

Li Dahe: "You two really dare to dream."

"People should have dreams!" Lin Nianhe said with a laugh, "You work hard too, and we’ll make sure to strive and be the best full-time nieces!"

It took Li Dahe quite a while to catch on, "What’s that? You plan on doing nothing at home and waiting for me to support you?"

"Mm... Don’t you think that’s a particularly good dream?"

"Don’t push me to kick you out."

The road from town to Ten Miles Team was still as long.

But the time spent traveling had decreased from an hour and a half to twenty minutes.

It took them a year and a half to cover those seventy minutes.

Jumping off the truck, they were surrounded by the villagers.

"You’ve lost weight, lost weight!"

"You must’ve worn out the children... Why haven’t you put on cotton pants, didn’t you bring them when you left?"

"Are you thirsty? Have a drink first. The noodles are in the pot, let’s go and eat."

"Yes, yes, we slaughtered a pig this morning, made pickled cabbage stew! Hurry into the house, don’t get cold."

"Why have you brought back so many things again? It’s fine as long as you come back safely!"

Buzzing with concern, it spread through the curling smoke, pervading the thick atmosphere of Earth’s homey warmth.

Yellow pickled cabbage and pork were stewed with glass noodles, served in a large bowl, making mouths water.

"The noodles might not be to your taste; I didn’t cook much," Aunt Li brought over four small bowls, "just something symbolic. I’ve made you white rice instead, eat more meat later."

"Thank you, Aunt Li!"

After the obligatory few bites of noodles, symbolizing "dumplings when leaving and noodles upon return," Aunt Li served them the fragrant cooked white rice.

Having not eaten meals made on Ten Miles Team’s wood stove for a month, the girls craved it deeply. They ate with such contentment that they hardly spoke.

Wang Hong looked on, her eyes reddening, and she said to Li Dahe, "Tomorrow I’ll make Ji Qiang take a trip, our child went out with him once, came back and wouldn’t even look up while eating."

She felt that no matter how good it was outside, it was not as good as home, thinking about how much the girls must have suffered outside.

"Aunt Wang, we didn’t starve," Lin Nianhe said, full and looking up, "we just missed home."

Wang Hong’s eyes grew even redder, she patted Lin Nianhe’s head firmly, and added a large bone to her bowl, "If you’re missing home, eat more, there’s still some in the pot."

Lin Nianhe licked her lips, "I miss home, but... my stomach hasn’t grown into two."

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