Reborn in 1982, the prodigal son returns

A few days later, at dawn, Lin Nuo was inspecting the muskets in the yard. The gate was pushed open, and Lin Jiang walked in, twisting a straw rope in his hand, his face not looking too good.

He squatted against the wall, not saying a word for a long time. Lin Nuo didn't urge him either, and continued to polish the flintlock pistol.

After a long while, Lin Jiang finally spoke in a low voice:

"Second brother, Shan Jun came to see me yesterday."

Lin Nuo paused for a moment, then pulled the lance from the barrel and placed it on his knee.

"What's wrong? Wasn't he beaten up enough last time?"

"No, he came to my door this time because he had something to discuss. He didn't dare to be sarcastic. He said he had talked to some friends about getting a batch of clothes from out of town to sell, but he was short 100 yuan and wanted to borrow it from me."

Lin Jiang tied a knot in the straw rope in his hand, then untied it:

I said no.

Lin Jiang paused for a moment, then lowered his voice even further:

"He had been drinking, and his face was flushed. I said I didn't have any, and he slammed his fist on the table, saying, 'You can't even come up with this little bit of money? Are you even my brother-in-law?'"

"Your sister-in-law was standing next to me, and her face turned pale instantly. She wanted to say something, but in the end, she didn't say anything."

I ignored him. He walked away cursing.

Lin Nuo put down the musket and turned to look at his elder brother. His brother was squatting against the wall, his face expressionless. He didn't seem to be there to complain; he looked more like he was there to report something.

Several sheets of paper were spread out on the table, with the title "My School" written in neat and elegant handwriting.

Lin Nuo leaned over and took a look. The handwriting on the manuscript paper was neat and tidy, with each line arranged in a perfect order.

"Teacher Su, what is this written?"

"Regarding the school, I'm thinking that once spring arrives, I'll record the children's progress in learning characters. I'll keep track of which characters we've taught, which children are learning them quickly, and which children are still lagging behind."

She spoke without looking up, the fountain pen gliding smoothly across the paper, the nib flowing evenly without scratching the paper. The light from the kerosene lamp illuminated her face, making her profile translucent.

She looked up and a slight smile appeared on her lips:

"You're back?"

"Um."

Lin Nuo took the wad of money out of his pocket and placed it on the table:

"What we're selling today. Twelve kilograms of windproof, forty-two yuan."

Su Wanqing stared at the stack of money, momentarily stunned. She put down her pen and gently pressed her adorable finger against the surface of the money, as if to confirm its authenticity.

"So many?"

Her voice was filled with surprise.

Lin Nuo sat down next to her, naturally placing his hand on her waist, leaning closer, his voice tinged with laughter:

"Teacher Su, let's try to save enough money to buy a tractor this year."

Su Wanqing rolled her eyes at him, but she couldn't suppress the smile on her lips. She folded the money neatly and stuffed it under her pillow, but her words still wouldn't let up:

"You're never serious again."

Su Wanqing wasn't so cold anymore; she was becoming more and more gentle.

And I'm used to him touching me inappropriately.

Lin Nuo chuckled, about to lean closer to say something, when Su Wanqing suddenly remembered something, reached under her pillow and pulled out a letter, handing it to her:

"Oh, by the way, my aunt came by this afternoon. She said a letter had arrived from the south."

"Please have Teacher Su read it aloud for me."

"Um."

Lin Nuo smiled. Her uncle was probably drunk again. Her aunt didn't know many words, so she came to find Su Wanqing. She just didn't expect that her aunt didn't take the letter with her.

Lin Nuo took the letter and turned it over to look at it. The envelope was addressed to "Lin Weidong".

He opened the envelope, took out the letter, and quickly scanned it. The letter was written by Lin Ming, the son of his uncle Lin Weidong.

In his letter, Lin Ming said that he had found a wife in the south and would bring her back in a few days. He also said that he had worked there for several years, saved some money, and was preparing to come back to start a small business.

Lin Nuo held the letter, stunned for a long time.

No wonder the old lady didn't take it; she was probably too happy.

He looked at the letter again. Although the handwriting was neat, some strokes were crooked, as if it had been written by someone who hadn't written in a long time.

Lin Ming had good handwriting when he was in school, and his uncle said he was destined for success. Later, he went to the south and wrote back for the first two years, but then there was no news of him.

In his past life, the Lin family suffered such a terrible tragedy, but Lin Ming didn't return. He settled down in the south and later I heard he was doing quite well, opening a small factory, but he lost contact with his family.

Back then, my aunt would complain every holiday that she had raised this son for nothing. My uncle wouldn't say it, but he still missed his precious only son.

How did I suddenly come back to this world?

"What's wrong?"

Seeing that his expression was off, Su Wanqing asked softly.

Lin Nuo folded the letter, put it back in the envelope, and placed it on the table. He reached out and took Su Wanqing's hand in his, remaining silent for a few seconds.

"I never expected that my uncle's son, Lin Ming, would be coming back. And he's bringing a wife with him."

Su Wanqing was slightly taken aback:

"Isn't this a good thing?"

"That's a good thing."

Lin Nuo said, but there was a hint of uncertainty in his tone:

"It's just... a bit sudden."

He always felt that something was wrong. In his past life, something happened to his family, and he didn't come back. In this life, nothing happened, and he came back. No matter how you look at it, it doesn't seem right.

Seeing that his expression was off, Su Wanqing asked softly:

"What are you worried about?"

Lin Nuo was silent for a moment, then gently tapped her palm with his finger.

"I can't quite put my finger on it. Lin Ming used to be quite capable; my uncle said he was promising. Later, he went to the south and didn't come back for several years. I'm wondering, does he really want to come back, or is it that he couldn't stand being there anymore?"

Lin Nuo has ruled out the possibility of coming back; it's highly likely he won't be able to stay there.

Su Wanqing didn't reply, but simply tightened her grip on his hand.

You'll find out when you get back.

she says:

"You can't understand it now, no matter how hard you try."

Lin Nuo glanced at her and the corners of her mouth curled up slightly.

"Teacher Su is right."

He turned to look out the window. It was completely dark.

The family finally calmed down, the third brother settled down, and although the eldest brother had some friction with Shan Jun, it wasn't anything serious. His and Su Wanqing's lives were also getting better and better.

He didn't want anything to go wrong.

Perhaps because of his past life as a Angora rabbit, he has an instinctive wariness of people who can't stay outside.

Su Wanqing didn't ask any more questions. She pulled her hand out of Lin Nuo's hand and instead held his hand in her own.

"No matter who comes, we just need to live our lives well," she said.

Lin Nuo turned to look at her.

The light from the kerosene lamp shone brightly in her eyes. He smiled slightly and tightened his grip on her hand.

"Um."

He rarely worries like this.

My uncle has been good to him, so I'll help him out if I can.