Era space: flirting with tens of billions of materials

Chapter 307 Brother, I'm Not Old Yet

As an elder, what you are most afraid of is being bumped into by a junior when you are thinking about something bad.

And what is more terrifying than this is being bumped into by a junior who is not good and loves to babble.

Li Dahe was rarely flustered. He cleared his throat, decided to pretend nothing happened, and chose to pre-emptively: "Why are you yelling again? Don't you feel uncomfortable if you don't get sick? I want you to go back to the room and lie down to listen." What do you not understand?"

Lin Nianhe put away his smile knowing the current affairs, put down the thermos and said, "We boiled brown sugar ginger soup at the educated youth shop, and came to deliver the soup to the villagers. The autumn rain is cold and cold. If you don't drink some ginger soup, you will fall ill in the future."

As she spoke, she picked up a thermos and asked Uncle Guan, "Uncle Guan, do you have a tea mug?"

"Yes, yes, but this one." Uncle Guan came over with a tea mug, poured out the water in it, and took the thermos from Lin Nianhe's hand.

At this moment, the kettle was extremely heavy, and Lin Nianhe carried it all the way over, his arms trembling a little.

She did not refuse Uncle Guan's help, and flicked her wrist aside.

Uncle Guan looked at the color of the brown sugar ginger water, and couldn't help clicking his tongue: "You girls have used up all the brown sugar."

Just looking at the color of this brown sugar ginger soup, you can tell that these girls often add brown sugar to the soup.

Brown sugar is a rarity these days, and only confinement women or seriously ill patients can get some brown sugar tickets.When people in the country get brown sugar, they don't even want to drink it when it's turned into hard sugar 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 regard these educated youths as their own cubs, and these children also regard them as their uncles and uncles.

Come and go, the heart is warm.

Li Dahe was also a little moved, but still said in a bad mood: "What kind of brown sugar water do a group of gentlemen drink? Just a little ginger and you'll get it. It's a good thing."

Lin Nianhe smiled and said, "How can this be called a waste? The food in our village is all counted on the gay men to collect it. You must not fall ill, or you will really be wasting food."

Uncle Guan gave the tea mug to Accountant Zhao, turned around and said to Lin Nianhe, "Don't talk to your uncle, he just loves you."

Li Dahe gritted his teeth and insisted: "I feel sorry for these little bastards? Why do I feel sorry for them?"

"That's right, you don't feel bad, you're just afraid that if we drop the water when we deliver it, it will get hot, and there will be no brown sugar in the future, and if we get sick, faint, feel uncomfortable..."

"That's not right, I just think you are looking for trouble for me." Li Dahe responded casually, and felt something was wrong in an instant.

Those who are afraid of this and that are not worried after all.

He glared at Lin Nianhe helplessly.

Lin Nianhe acted as if he hadn't seen it, and walked up to Accountant Zhao with his little hands, and asked with concern, "Uncle Zhao, is your leg hurting?"

Accountant Zhao drank the brown sugar ginger water in the tea mug in one gulp, and his face finally turned red.

He twitched the corner of his mouth helplessly, covered his knees and said, "I don't feel anything at ordinary times, but it hurts when it's rainy... I'm a useless person, I can't do anything but make trouble."

"Look at what you said, isn't it just a broken leg and a wheelchair? What's the big deal?" Lin Nianhe said in a relaxed tone, not shying away from accountant Zhao's useless leg, and said directly, "Let's not talk about it, Sun Bin is also a double With a disabled leg, wouldn't he still be able to make a name for himself forever?"

Accountant Zhao: "..."

This is not far?How far do you want to go?
"Uncle Zhao, I heard from the students in my class that you taught them to learn 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 of money. 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. Because of his limited physical condition, he can always push off the work of going to commune meetings, which gives him a lot of free time.

When children who were curious about arithmetic came to him, he could teach him a little.

He always thinks that he is a useless person, if he can leave something for his children, it is not in vain.

"Of course." Lin Nianhe nodded seriously, "How could I fool you with such a thing?"

Lin Nianhe really wasn't talking nonsense, the children from the Shili Brigade in his class had more or less learned simple addition and subtraction from Accountant Zhao.

Little kids are always impressed by what they learn outside of the classroom.The difference in the first few lessons between the children who have learned arithmetic from Accounting Zhao and those who have not learned it at all is still obvious.

Accountant Zhao was very excited, his pale lips were murmuring, and he wanted to say something, but the words were choked in his throat.

He looked at Li Dahe, as if saying: Brother, look, I still seem to be useful.

Li Dahe's eye sockets were also a little hot.

His little brother has been depressed ever since his legs were crippled. He is obviously the only third-year high school student in the village, but he still feels that he can be an accountant, and the villagers pity him.

The words of comfort, the more the villagers talked, the more they stabbed Accountant Zhao in the heart.

What Lin Nianhe said was different. She had not been here long and was not familiar with accountant Zhao, so it sounded a little more convincing.

People, it's always like this.The kindness and comfort from strangers are always more fragrant and convincing than those from close ones.

Li Dahe stepped forward and patted Accountant Zhao on the shoulder, and said, "I've told you hundreds of times that the village can't do without you. If I say something, you'll be farting. You'll believe this brat as soon as he opens his mouth. You old man." Boy, you have followed me since you were a child, but you don’t believe me when you are old.”

Accountant Zhao was moved. He held Li Dahe's hand, looked up at the top of his sparse head, and said, "Brother, I'm not old yet."

Li Dahe: "..."

Lin Nianhe pressed his mouth firmly, for fear of being kicked if he laughed out loud.

She gathered up her raincoat, straightened her body and said, "Uncle Zhao is indispensable here, I'll go back and get you a hot water bottle to cover yourself."

Accountant Zhao was so excited that he forgot about the pain in his leg.

Hearing this, he wiped the wet corners of his eyes, and smiled for the first time when he was in unbearable pain: "Girl Lin, I'm fine, so don't worry about it."

He is full of energy now, and he doesn't feel uncomfortable at all.

"It's okay, Uncle Zhao, it's only a few steps." Lin Nianhe put on his raincoat and hat, and said, "Uncle Guan, don't forget to pour brown sugar water for 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 blurred.

Uncle Guan poured a teapot of brown sugar and ginger water and handed it to Li Dahe, looking in the direction of Lin Nianhe's departure, sighed softly: "They are all good boys."

Li Dahe took it, took a big sip, smacked his mouth, and yelled at the rain screen:

"sweet!"

(End of this chapter)