When Lin Nianhe returned to the educated youth spot, Wen Ruanruan was kneeling on a stool with one leg, cutting ginger with a strong will.
She waved the kitchen knife at Lin Nianhe as if to show off: "Nianhe, am I smart?"
Lin Nianhe looked at her from top to bottom and asked, "Why don't you put the cutting board on the stool and sit on the small stool to cut?"
Wen Ruoruan: "..."
Yeah, why wouldn't she?
Lin Nianhe held back a bad smile and asked, "Is it because you like to kneel on one leg?"
Wen Ruanruan threw down the kitchen knife and blurted out the curse words: "I like your uncle!"
In Beijing, "Uncle" is really busy and is talked about all the time.
Lin Nianhe: "Does Aunt Wen know that your taste is so unique?"
Wen Ruoruan: "..."
Seeing Wen Ruanruan's speechless look, Lin Nianhe decided to forgive her offense. She helped her move the battlefield down, and after she settled down, she boiled a pot of water, then went back to the backyard to find a hot water bottle.
There were two hot water bottles in her luggage, which Mother Lin had bought for her before leaving. One red and one blue, Mother Lin said, hold one in your arms and step on one under your feet to avoid freezing.
Lin Nianhe found the hot water bottle, feeling a little worried about his physical condition, and took out a thermometer to measure his temperature.
It's still 36.8 degrees.
She relaxed and headed out the door with two hot water bottles and a packet of painkillers.
The water had just boiled, and Lin Nianhe carefully carried the kettle and filled the hot water bottle.
The hot water bottle smelled like plastic due to being burned.
Wen Ruoruan waited until Lin Nianhe filled a hot water bottle before asking: "Nianhe, are you feeling uncomfortable? Do you need to go to the health center?"
"No, Uncle Zhao's leg hurts. I'll send it to him." Lin Nianhe explained.
"Then wrap it in a towel and don't burn it."
"Ok, I know."
After a while, Lin Nianhe went out with two hot water bottles filled with hot water.
The rain seemed to be getting heavier, and the big raindrops hit people, causing pain.
When Lin Nianhe ran to the warehouse, Li Dahe was no longer there, and there was more corn on the ground.
Uncle Guan looked at her with a smile and asked, "How is it? You didn't fall, did you?"
Lin Nianhe stood at the door and shook the water off his body again and again, and replied with a smile: "No, I have to be careful when walking."
After that, she gave Accountant Zhao two hot water bottles and took a piece of painkiller: "Uncle Zhao, this medicine is for pain relief. Take one."
Accountant Zhao held the hot water bottle and shook his head repeatedly while taking a breath: "No, no, it doesn't hurt."
He was lying if he said it didn't hurt. He just didn't want to waste the medicine.
Lin Nianhe went to pour the water and said with a smile: "I have relatives in the hospital. There are many medicines in the house, and they don't cost anything." After saying that, she handed the medicine and water to Accountant Zhao, "Uncle Zhao, I don't care at other times, you can't fall down now, eat quickly."
Accountant Zhao thought about it and realized the same thing, so he thanked him and took the medicine.
It was probably a psychological effect. As soon as the medicine passed through his throat, he felt that his legs didn't hurt so much.
Lin Nianhe put the medicine bag into his pocket, thinking it would be better to give it to Aunt Zhao. If he didn't take the medicine again, Aunt Zhao would crush the pills into water and trick him into drinking them.
Seeing that Lin Nianhe was fine, Uncle Guan urged, "Girl, go back, we don't need you here."
Lin Nianhe took off his raincoat and hung it by the door. He rolled up his sleeves and said, "There's nothing wrong with me when I go back. All the corn needs to be spread out to dry, right? I'll do it."
The corn is wet, and if it is not dried as soon as possible, it will definitely become moldy.
Uncle Guan saw that she was in good spirits and didn't look like she was going to be sick. He also thought that the educated youth area must be crowded at this moment. It was estimated that no one would notice that she was sick. With this thought, he thought it was better to let this person go. It's better for the girl to stay under his nose. At least he can know if she is sick at the first time.
Lin Nianhe spread the corn cobs on the plastic sheet to dry while looking for words: "Uncle, when will the rain stop?"
"This is not accurate. Fortunately, we harvested quickly this year. I heard Zhuang Shi say yesterday that there is still more than half of the victory team left to finish."
"Ah? What should I do?"
"What can we do? Let's fight in the rain." Uncle Guan frowned, with resentment in his eyes, "Cao Manfu is a person who can't carry things clearly. The people in his brigade all have little things in their own land in their eyes. No one contributes to the collective work... This is delaying the four modernizations! It is a worm to the country!"
The land is the fairest. How much you sweat for it will give you as much food as possible.
But there are always people who do not believe in evil and always want to get something for nothing.
Lin Nianhe waited until Uncle Guan had scolded him enough before asking: "Uncle, if they can't hand over the food, will they have to eat relief food?"
"In which year do they not take relief?" Uncle Guan continued to curl his lips, "This year, coupled with the pig incident, they will have a hard time this winter..."
Lin Nianhe really couldn't sympathize with the people and things in the Victory Team.
It was the greatest kindness for her not to run over and add insult to injury.
She randomly picked a topic: "It's raining so hard, and the corn won't be dry for a while. How about I get a towel to wipe away the water?"
Uncle Guan's bent waist was stiff for a moment, and he raised his head and asked her, "Why don't you use a fan to fan yourself?"
"Is this okay?" Lin Nianhe hesitated, "Isn't it too slow?"
Uncle Guan rolled his eyes: "You know how to be slow, so why not be slow if you wipe them one by one?"
Lin Nianhe glanced at the countless corn cobs on the ground, and said weakly: "Is idleness still idle?"
Being idle is also idle.
Don't tell me, it really makes sense.
As a result, the two towels containing the hot water bottles were divided between Uncle Guan and Lin Nianhe. Accountant Zhao was so burned that he was so hot that he almost jumped up and performed a miracle of life for them.
While idle, Uncle Guan began to tell Lin Nianhe stories about his time in the war.
Lin Nianhe sat on the small bench and listened with great interest.
Uncle Guan said he was tired and asked her: "Aren't your parents also soldiers? They usually tell you these things, right? Tell me too."
Lin Nianhe thought for a while and shook his head: "They are usually busy with work and rarely have time to tell stories."
Uncle Guan's eyes quickly filled with distress.
Lin Nianhe said quickly: "But I heard Brother Yun Cheng tell a story about him before."
"Oh? Tell me."
Just as Lin Nianhe was about to speak, the person involved appeared in front of her.
Su Yuncheng came in through the rain curtain carrying two large baskets full of corn.
He was soaked all over, his clothes stuck to his body, and his hair was dripping with rainwater.
Lin Nianhe immediately threw away the corn cob and stood up to pour him brown sugar ginger water.
Su Yuncheng glanced at her but said nothing. He lifted a basket and shook the water off it.
Lin Nianhe came over with a kettle and waited for him to pour the corn onto the plastic sheet before he stepped forward. He didn't see the anger in his eyes and asked him with concern: "Brother Yun Cheng, are you cold? Are you feeling uncomfortable anywhere? ?”
As she spoke, she stood on tiptoes and reached out to touch his forehead.
The moment Su Yuncheng saw Lin Nianhe, he wanted to pick her up and ask her why she didn't go back and lie down.
But her hand was pressed against his head, and she was looking at him with concern.
She must be worried about him, so she is waiting for him here!
