Transmigrated as the Evil Stepmother, I Bully the Whole Family, Yay! Chapter 150

Before he could voice any doubts, Nan Sheng spoke up, "Old man, do you have water in the house? I’d like to co in and get so to drink."

Li Liangbai said yes, and the group headed inside. Nan Sheng was just looking for an excuse to enter—she didn’t actually pour any water into her cup.

The small one-room house was less than twenty square ters. Aside from a bed, there was a set of tables and chairs, a water vat, and so daily necessities. No food was in sight.

But compared to the cowsheds where those sent down for re-education lived, this place was practically a luxury suite.

Nan Sheng made herself at ho, sitting directly on a chair to chat with Li Liangbai. anwhile, Chen Tian was still scouring the room, searching for any possible hiding spots.

"Old man, at your age, what got you sent down here?"

Li Liangbai answered with complete composure, "No offense, Director Nan, but I raised a foolish son who offended soone he shouldn’t have. Now this old man has to suffer alongside him."

Fortunately, he still had so connections, which spared his family’s won and children from hardship. Otherwise, his wife would’ve had it rough.

Li Liangbai’s case was special—his re-education had been delayed for two months before being enforced. He suspected there were allies within the Revolutionary Committee, and he guessed it was none other than Director Nan herself.

After Chen Tian finished his inspection, he gave Nan Sheng a aningful look, and the two soon left.

Li Liangbai sighed as he watched their retreating figures. The military district sent supplies every night—sooner or later, soone would notice.

Chen Tian remarked, "Director, this Li Liangbai is suspicious. He’s been sent down for re-education, yet he doesn’t look like he’s been through the wringer. In fact, he seems healthier than my own parents."

Nan Sheng shrugged. "Soone must be looking after him privately. It’s not unheard of."

By the ti they returned to the town governnt office, it was just past one o’clock. The canteen had kept als for them.

Secretary Cai, hearing of Nan Sheng’s return, relayed the news that she was expected to attend a eting in the county.

"Another eting?"

Noticing Nan Sheng’s expression, Secretary Cai quickly backtracked, "Well, if you’re not feeling well, I can make an excuse for you this ti."

Nan Sheng took a deep breath. "Is the new county Revolutionary Committee director in place?"

"No. The city committee hasn’t found a suitable candidate yet, so the position remains vacant for now."

No one from the city committee wanted the job—everyone knew it was a hot potato, a thankless task.

"Then what’s the point of the eting?" Nan Sheng couldn’t fathom it.

Secretary Cai, however, understood the underlying motive. Secretary Cao had successfully suppressed the Revolutionary Committee’s influence and was now flaunting his power through these etings, ensuring the committee mbers stayed in line.

When Nan Sheng returned ho, she found a package waiting for her. The kids said it had been delivered by the postman.

Unwrapping it, she discovered cured chicken and preserved ats inside—she imdiately knew who had sent it.

There was also a letter addressed to "Dear Nan Jie"—a nostalgic title she hadn’t heard in a long ti.

As she read, Xiao Yi first complained that she hadn’t written to him since arriving in Rongcheng, saying he was heartbroken and sad. The only way to rekindle their friendship, he joked, was through cured ats.

He also ntioned his business was thriving, all thanks to Nan Sheng’s help. Even Secretary Ma was looking out for them now.

He promised to send at every two months as a token of gratitude—Xiao Yi was almost too thoughtful.

Siqi, oblivious to the sender, only had eyes for the preserved at. "Mom, can we fry so for dinner? I’m craving it!"

Though Nan Sheng had already brought back food from the canteen, she was also tempted by the cured at. An extra dish for dinner was non-negotiable.

After a satisfying al, Nan Sheng wrote a reply to Xiao Yi and then turned to the tech database to transcribe more notes.

Midway, she suddenly asked, "System, after all this ti, hasn’t the favorability level reached 100 yet?"

The system hesitated. "Not yet. It’s not that easy!"

It wanted to see how far Nan Sheng could go—was it really so wrong to nudge the favorability ter just a little?

Changing the subject, it said, "You still have so many lottery chances left. Aren’t you going to use them?"

Nan Sheng still refused. "The thought of drawing a ‘Thanks for Playing’ just kills my interest. System, do you have an aircraft carrier? Or maybe a nuclear submarine?"

The system grumbled. Why did she always ask for things it couldn’t provide? "You’re better off studying and building one yourself!"

"Studying is out of the question. I’ll just have to copy more notes."

Nan Sheng suddenly felt that working in the Revolutionary Committee was beneath her. With the knowledge she had, she could easily land a director’s position at a research institute.

Lin Han returned ho well past midnight. Only the living room light was on. In the kitchen, he found stead buns and cured at in the pot—a perfect midnight snack.

He tiptoed into the bedroom afterward, eager to share so good news with his wife the next morning.

"We can install fans now?"

Nan Sheng was thrilled.

"Yes, the military district is ordering a batch, and no ration coupons are needed. Anyone who wants one just needs to sign up."

Of course, the military wouldn’t cover the cost—each household had to pay for their own. Lin Han had reserved three: one for each bedroom and one for the living room.

After living together for so long, he knew Nan Sheng’s temper. If he’d only bought one, he might’ve been locked out.

"That’s fantastic! I’ll eat quickly—I have another county eting today."

"Another eting?"

The two kids groaned in unison, assuming she wouldn’t be back that night.

Nan Sheng spread her hands helplessly. "The higher-ups have nothing better to do. But this one shouldn’t take too long. I’m off!"

At the county governnt office, the atmosphere was palpably different. In the past, the Revolutionary Committee mbers had carried themselves with arrogance. Now, they could barely lift their heads.

Everyone knew Ou Yaosheng had been transferred because he crossed Nan Sheng. Regardless of faction, people treated her with respect.

Nan Sheng wished she could capture this mont and send it back to her family—proof that Nan Jie was still Nan Jie, commanding respect wherever she went.

Secretary Cao declared, "I won’t dwell on Ou Yaosheng’s case, but let it serve as a warning—especially to the Revolutionary Committee. From now on, follow protocol. If you’re unsure, learn from Director Nan of Sanwei Town!"

Nan Sheng mused to herself. Just days ago, she’d been labeled a troublemaker. Now, she was a model to emulate.

After the eting, Secretary Cao handed her a package of pastries.

"I know you’re in a hurry to catch the bus back. Take these for the road. Let’s have a proper al together next ti. From now on, let’s communicate and coordinate more!"