Transmigration: Flirted with My Childhood Sweetheart Chapter 95 - 95 94 Disaster Strikes from Heaven

95: Chapter 94 Disaster Strikes from Heaven 95: Chapter 94 Disaster Strikes from Heaven Wang Hong returned from the commune when it was getting dark, Wang Xixi had saved her so dinner, and as she wolfed it down she said: “Xixi, Mom has been busy these days.

Tomorrow you take so money and go to the town to buy so hair ties or sothing.”

Wang Xixi’s face flushed, and she whispered, “No, no need to buy, I have so.”

Wang Hong’s hand holding the chopsticks paused slightly, and she glanced at Wang Xixi with a stern tone: “Before you are married, if you dare to et with Li Xiaoshan secretly again, I will break your legs.”

While speaking, Wang Hong scanned Wang Xixi up and down, especially the lower half.

She wanted to say sothing, but upon seeing the two young ones were still there, she swallowed her words back.

Wang Xixi’s face instantly paled again, and she quickly pulled Wang Huanhuan over and said, “Mom, I didn’t et him, he asked Huanhuan to bring it back to !”

Wang Huanhuan kept nodding, vouching for her older sister: “Yes, yes, mom, Brother Xiao Shan asked to bring the hair tie back for big sister.

It’s really pretty.

He also bought candies for Lele.”

“Spending money recklessly.”

Wang Hong’s expression softened, and she said ambiguously: “Even if you are engaged, both of you need to be mindful of your behavior and not let others gossip.”

“Ah, I know,” Wang Xixi quickly changed the subject, “Mom, why did you stay at the commune so late today?”

“Ah…”

Wang Hong sighed at the ntion.

The team wanted to build a primary school, which involved a lot of issues.

Li Dahe took on most of these, but so tasks were specifically assigned to her by the leaders.

Over the years, looking across the ten and eight villages, Wang Hong did the best in these matters.

Wang Hong, with a troubled frown, said, “They said that in the future, the children from Victory Team and Nine-miles Team will also attend our team’s primary school.

They want to do the mobilization and also ntioned setting up literacy classes.”

Wang Xixi was silent for a mont, then gave Wang Huanhuan a look.

Wang Huanhuan got the signal, tiptoed out, found her own shovel in the yard, and hid it in the cellar.

“Mom, what will you do?”

Could it be possible to go door to door?

Wouldn’t that lead to the entire team chasing her?

Seeing her eldest daughter’s worried face, and spotting her second daughter’s movents, Wang Hong casually patted Wang Xixi’s leg: “What’s with that look?

You think your mother only knows how to fight?”

Wang Xixi: “…”

She avoided eye contact with her mother, but soon felt sothing was off, “But why would they ask you to do this?

They have other won directors.”

Wang Hong looked away too, not responding, pretending not to hear her daughter’s question.

She quickly finished her corn porridge, wiped her mouth and said, “I’ll go consult Miss Lin.”

“Nianhe?

What could she possibly do?” Wang Xixi looked out the window; it was almost dark.

“What do you know, her mind is like a sieve, she must have so ideas.”

Wang Hong knew herself quite well; she was aware that her work could proceed smoothly largely because of her parents, and also because Ten Miles Team was relatively prosperous and had simple folk customs.

Especially since the neighboring Victory Team and Nine-miles Team, which were among the lowest in the commune, were so poor that people had to tighten their belts to survive.

Under these circumstances, persuading them to send their children to school was a bit more likely than finding money.

Not to ntion the literacy classes; people were already tired from working during the day, let alone attending literacy classes in the evening…

Wang Hong felt this matter definitely needed soone insightful to co up with ideas, and she unconsciously quickened her pace.

She had just stepped into the Educated Youth Corps courtyard when she heard Wen Lan’s voice:

“Are you two planning to hang yourselves together?”

Hang?

Together?

Wang Hong felt a tightness in her chest and hurriedly ran a few steps into the house.

Then she saw the two girls standing on the bed, and the shaky hemp rope between them.

“I fuck, what the hell are you two doing?”

Wang Hong burst out a curse, pushed Wen Lan aside, and rushed forward.

With one hand, she pulled Lin Nianhe and Wang Shui off the kang.

Suddenly, Wang Shui’s recently healed foot twisted again, and Lin Nianhe almost hit her head on the wall due to inertia.

Lin Nianhe: “…”

Wang Shui: “…”

Is this sudden disaster about these two?

Wang Hong, feeling like it was bad luck, yanked off the hemp rope, balled it up, and threw it out into the courtyard.

The other Educated Youths who were about to rest were disturbed.

They wanted to see what was going on, but the room was too small; after squeezing four people inside, no one else could fit.

They waited in the courtyard, listening, and then they saw a hemp rope being tossed out.

Yu Xiangqin was startled and pulled Wang Xue back a few steps, tremblingly whispering, “They…

surely aren’t feeling bullied by us to the extent of being unbearable, right?”

Wang Xue’s face also turned pale, her voice faltering, “It…

it shouldn’t be…”

She thought that if those two felt bullied, it would be more likely for them to use the rope to hang themselves.

The male Educated Youths looked at them, as if to say: It was you two who bullied others.

This gaze made them even more guilty, and just as Wang Xue was about to burst into tears, a voice ca from inside:

“Aunt Wang, what are you doing?

We were just hanging up a lamp!

We are living our lives well, why would we think of dying?

How co you even got swayed by Sister Lan’s glue-brained ideas.”

“Exactly, it took a while to find this rope…

Oh my, my foot hurts.”

The people in the courtyard were stunned for a mont, then burst into relieved laughter, and everyone went back to their hos.

Wang Xue cried tears of joy.

She was scared to death!

Inside, Wang Hong awkwardly cleared her throat and awkwardly extended her hand to help Wang Shui back onto the bed.

She changed the subject, asking, “What are you hanging up a lamp for in the middle of the night?”

“The Uncle Team Leader said that the school construction needs to be finished ahead of schedule, so we’re hanging up the flashlight to read at night.”

Lin Nianhe explained, sitting on a chair and commanding Wen Lan, “You caused this ss, you go hang it!”

Wen Lan didn’t expect that a casual remark from her could lead to such an aftermath.

She chuckled dryly, tugged the corner of her mouth, went out to pick up the hemp rope from the courtyard, and swung it up to the roof beam.

Looking at the hemp rope, Wen Lan stubbornly argued, “What’s the difference between this thing and a hanging rope?

It was dark, and I mistook it!”

Lin Nianhe ignored her, took out the unfinished dicinal wine previously used by Wang Shui and threw it to her, then asked Wang Hong, “Aunt Wang, what brings you here at this ti?”

Wang Hong saw an opportunity to slide down the slope, and invited her, “Co, co out with , I have sothing to talk to you about.”

“Oh, alright.”

Lin Nianhe took the hint to leave.

She followed Aunt Wang out the door, and seeing that it was already dark, took her to the back yard.

After entering the room and lighting a candle, she poured a bowl of water for Aunt Wang.

“Aunt Wang, go ahead.”

Wang Hong sat in a chair and told Lin Nianhe about two things, adding, “Today I t the principal who will be assigned to our Victory Team elentary school.

Coincidentally, it’s Principal Wu, who stayed next to you during your hospitalization.”

Lin Nianhe looked thoughtful and then wondered, “Principal Wu didn’t stop you from doing this?”

As soon as she asked, Lin Nianhe herself felt it was a foolish question.

How could the leaders at the commune possibly not know what kind of person Wang Hong was when handling affairs?

They knew yet still let her handle this…

“Aunt Wang, have you offended soone?”