As elders, what they fear most is that they will be caught by juniors when they are thinking about bad things.
What's even more terrifying than this is the encounter with the junior who is so rotten but also loves his voice.
Li Dahe rarely panicked. He cleared his throat, decided to pretend that nothing happened, and chose to take a preemptive strike: "Why are you screaming again? Are you not feeling well if you are not sick? I asked you to go back to the house and lie down. Why don’t you understand what you’re saying?”
Lin Nianhe put down his smile knowingly, put down the thermos and said, "We cooked brown sugar and ginger soup at the educated youth point to deliver soup to the villagers. The autumn rain is cold, and if you don't drink some ginger soup, you will definitely fall ill in the future."
As she spoke, she picked up a thermos and asked Uncle Guan, "Uncle Guan, do you have a teapot?"
"Yes, yes, but this is it." Uncle Guan brought a teapot over, poured out the water, and reached out to take the thermos from Lin Nianhe's hand.
The kettle at this moment was extremely heavy. Lin Nianhe's arms were shaking as he carried it all the way over.
She did not refuse Uncle Guan's help and waved her wrist aside.
Uncle Guan looked at the color of the brown sugar ginger water and couldn't help but clicked his tongue: "You girls must have used all the brown sugar."
Just look at the color of this brown sugar ginger soup and you can tell that these girls added a lot of brown sugar to the soup.
Brown sugar is a rare commodity these days, and only women in confinement or those who are seriously ill can get some brown sugar tickets. People in the countryside are reluctant to drink brown sugar even if they put it into hard bricks. They are all used to entertain distinguished guests.
Uncle Guan glanced at Li Dahe with a smile in his eyes.
People are all mutual. They treat these educated youths as their own children, and these children also treat them as their uncles and uncles.
Coming and going, my heart warms.
Li Dahe was also a little moved, but he still said angrily: "Why do a bunch of gentlemen drink brown sugar water? Just a little bit of ginger. It will eliminate trouble and bring good things."
Lin Nianhe said with a smile: "How can this be called a waste? Our village relies on gay men to harvest the food. You must not get sick, otherwise it will be a real waste of food."
Uncle Guan brought the teapot to Accountant Zhao, turned around and said to Lin Nianhe, "Don't pay attention to your uncle, he just feels sorry for you."
Li Dahe gritted his teeth and said, "I feel sorry for these little bastards? Why do I feel sorry for them?"
"That's right, you don't feel bad. You are just worried that if we drop and touch the water when we deliver it, it will get hot. If we run out of brown sugar in the future, if you get sick, faint and feel uncomfortable..."
"No, I just think you guys are looking for trouble for me." Li Dahe agreed casually, but in an instant he felt something was wrong.
Being afraid of this or that is not worry in the final analysis.
He glared at Lin Nianhe helplessly.
Lin Nianhe seemed not to notice, waving his little hand and walked to Accountant Zhao, and asked with concern: "Uncle Zhao, your leg hurts?"
Accountant Zhao drank the brown sugar and ginger water in the tea vat in one gulp, and finally there was some color on his face.
He tugged at the corner of his mouth helplessly, covering his knees and said, "I don't feel anything at ordinary times, but it hurts when it's rainy... I'm a useless person, and I can't do anything except make trouble."
"Look at what you said, isn't it just a broken leg and a wheelchair? What's the big deal?" Lin Nianhe spoke in a relaxed tone, not shying away from Accountant Zhao's broken leg at all, and said directly, "Not to mention, Sun Bin also has two legs. Even if you have a disabled leg, why don’t you still make great achievements and be remembered forever?”
Accountant Zhao: "..."
Isn't this far? How much further do you want to go?
"Uncle Zhao, I heard from the students in my class that you taught them arithmetic in the first place," Lin Nianhe looked at him with a smile, "If you hadn't enlightened them, I would have spent a lot more money. There’s strength!”
Accountant Zhao's eyes brightened after hearing this: "Girl Lin, are you serious? Is the arithmetic I teach children really useful?"
He is usually responsible for recording the accounts of the brigade. Due to his limited physical condition, he can always be pushed back to attend meetings in the commune, which gives him a lot of free time.
When children who are curious about arithmetic come to him, he can teach them a little bit.
He always thought that he was a useless person, and if he could leave something for his children, his life would be considered in vain.
"Of course," Lin Nianhe nodded seriously, "How could I fool you with such a thing?"
Lin Nianhe really wasn't talking nonsense. Several children from the Shili Brigade in his class had more or less learned simple addition and subtraction from Accountant Zhao.
Children are always impressed by what they learn outside the classroom. The difference between children who have learned arithmetic from Accountant Zhao and those who have never learned arithmetic at all is obvious in the first few classes.
Accountant Zhao was very excited, his pale lips murmured, and he wanted to say something, but the words were stuck in his throat.
He looked at Li Dahe and seemed to be saying: Brother, look, I seem to be of some use.
Li Dahe's eyes were also a little hot.
His little brother has been depressed since his legs were disabled. Even though he is the only third-year high school student in the village, he still thinks that he can be an accountant. The people in the village pity him.
The more words of comfort the villagers said, the more they pierced Accountant Zhao's heart.
Lin Nianhe said it was different. She had just arrived and was not familiar with Accountant Zhao, so she sounded more convincing.
People, it's always like this. Kindness and comfort from strangers are always more fragrant and more convincing than those given by close people.
Li Dahe stepped forward and patted Accountant Zhao on the shoulder hard, and said: "I told you hundreds of times, the village can't survive without you. You think it's fart when I say anything, but you believe this kid when he opens his mouth. You old man Boy, you’ve been following me since you were a kid, but you won’t believe me when you get old.”
Accountant Zhao's eyes were filled with emotion. He held Li Dahe's hand, looked up at the thin top of his head, and said, "Brother, I'm not old yet."
Li Dahe: "..."
Lin Nianhe held his mouth tightly, fearing that he would be kicked if he laughed out loud.
She gathered her raincoat, straightened up and said, "Uncle Zhao is inseparable from us here. I'll go back and get you a hot water bottle to cover yourself up."
Accountant Zhao was so excited that he forgot about the pain in his legs.
Hearing this, he wiped the wet corners of his eyes and smiled for the first time in unbearable pain: "Girl Lin, I'm fine, so don't worry about it."
He is full of energy now and doesn't feel uncomfortable at all.
"It's okay, Uncle Zhao, it's just a few steps away." Lin Nianhe put on his raincoat and hat and said, "Uncle Guan, don't forget to give brown sugar water to the folks who come to deliver corn."
"Okay, let's go." Uncle Guan waved to her cheerfully, "Slow down on the road, don't fall."
"okay!"
Lin Nianhe ran into the rain, his thin figure gradually blurring.
Uncle Guan poured a tea jar of brown sugar ginger water and handed it to Li Dahe. Looking at the direction Lin Nianhe left, he sighed softly: "They are all good children."
Li Dahe took it, took a big sip, smacked his mouth, and roared into the rain:
"sweet!"
(End of chapter)
