Chapter 128: Quick Transmigration: Film & Television Worlds Chapter 8: Preparation

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Protagonist:

Lin Hao

Lin Hao dabbed a bit of glue and carefully re-sealed the opened envelope.

Once done, he put the letter into his bag, stood up, and walked toward the village.

All along the way, Lin Hao's mind was like a little pinwheel, spinning nonstop, pondering how to cleverly expose the matter of this letter.

He knew perfectly well in his heart that, following the original plot's trajectory, Feng Huacheng would definitely cover this up; who knows, that poor Liu Lan might really end up passing away quietly like that, with no one ever knowing the suffering she endured.

Lin Hao couldn't help but sigh inwardly: "Alas, the ancients said 'the heartless are mostly scholars,' and those words are truly not false at all. This Feng Huacheng, he looks all refined and gentle, yet who would have thought he'd act so dishonorably."

Walking and thinking like this, before he knew it he had reached the halfway point, yet Lin Hao still hadn't come up with a good way to perfectly make this letter public.

He understood clearly in his heart that if he just handed the letter over to Feng Huacheng intact, this matter would surely sink like a stone into the sea, with no follow-up, and all the efforts he had previously made to matchmake Zhou Rong and Feng Huacheng would have been in vain.

"To achieve my goal, it seems I have to make this matter as big as possible." Lin Hao silently recited to himself.

Suddenly, he spotted a small puddle on the road, still holding the muddy water left from the rain a few days ago.

Lin Hao's eyes lit up, and inspiration struck instantly: "Hey, got it!"

He hurriedly crouched down, took out the several letters from his bosom, and while placing them into the puddle, muttered: "Sorry about this, everyone, today you'll have to suffer a bit."

However, he didn't let all the letters get equally wet; the other letters were only symbolically dampened a tiny bit, as if accidentally splashed with a few drops. But Liu Lan's letter alone, Lin Hao gave it special "care" — he stretched out his finger and vigorously rubbed the addressee's and sender's names until they were blurred and illegible, only then stopping.

After finishing this, Lin Hao stood up, glanced at the muddy ground nearby, walked into the mud, deliberately slipped, fell in with an "Aiyo," and even took the opportunity to roll around in the mud, getting quite a lot of mud on himself, then reached up and messed up his hair, putting on a bedraggled appearance as if he had accidentally fallen into a mud pit on the road. Fortunately, Guizhou's weather wasn't very cold right now. Then he continued walking toward the village.

Although he had stayed in this village for a period of time and was already very familiar with the road back, Lin Hao had been fussing with the letters and "playing miserable" all along the way, so by the time he returned to the village, the sky had already turned completely dark.

Right at the village entrance, he ran into the Village Party Secretary. The moment the Village Party Secretary saw Lin Hao's mud-covered, bedraggled appearance, he was startled and hurried forward, asking with a face full of concern: "Aiya, Lin Hao, what happened? How did you end up like this?"

Lin Hao deliberately put on a vexed look, wearing a bitter expression: "Secretary, today I went to the Commune to pick up things and on the way back I saw a medicinal herb, didn't watch my step, and accidentally fell into a mud pit. I took quite a fall, look at this body full of mud."

Hearing this, the Village Party Secretary felt extremely distressed and quickly said: "Aiyo, you child, how could you be so careless. Come come come, quickly go to my house, I'll boil some hot water for you to wash up properly, don't catch a chill."

Lin Hao originally didn't want to go; he was still preoccupied with how to blow the letter matter up big.

But on second thought, the Village Party Secretary had high prestige in the village and strong rallying power; if he could get the Village Party Secretary to convene a villagers' meeting or something, wouldn't that make the matter blow up even bigger? Thinking of this, Lin Hao went along with it and replied: "Ah, then I'll trouble you, Secretary. I'm filthy all over, I really do need a good wash."

Saying this, Lin Hao followed the Village Party Secretary toward his home. On the way, the Village Party Secretary kept muttering: "Look at you, pitch dark like this, you must be careful. If you fall and get hurt, what would we do."

Lin Hao echoed: "Yes, Secretary, I'll have to learn my lesson from now on. Ah, right, Secretary, anything happen in the village today?"

The Village Party Secretary shook his head: "Nothing major, just some daily chores. What, you're still thinking about village affairs? Take care of yourself first."

Lin Hao followed the Village Party Secretary all the way to his house. Just as they entered, the Village Party Secretary busily shouted into the inner room: "Wife, quickly boil some hot water. This kid Lin Hao fell into a mud pit, covered in filth, needs to wash up right away."

The Village Party Secretary's wife, hearing the call, hurried out from the inner room. Seeing Lin Hao's mud-covered, bedraggled state, she was both surprised and distressed, muttering: "Aiyo, how did this happen? Quickly tell Auntie, did you hurt anywhere?"

Lin Hao smiled in reply: "Auntie, I'm fine, just accidentally fell into a mud pit on the road. Thanks for your trouble."

Before long, the hot water was ready. The Village Party Secretary's wife led Lin Hao to the side, handed him a towel and hot water, and said: "Child, hurry and wash up, don't catch a chill."

Lin Hao began washing up, and while washing he pondered how to reveal the letter matter later. After he finished washing, dried off, and changed into clean clothes (the Village Party Secretary had fetched spare clothes from his lodging), he suddenly seemed to just realize something, slapped his head, and exclaimed loudly: "Aiya, terrible, terrible!"

The Village Party Secretary and his wife were both startled. The Village Party Secretary hurriedly asked: "What is it? Lin Hao, what happened?"

Lin Hao pointed at his own bag with a vexed face: "Secretary, I just remembered, there are still letters I brought back from the Commune in my bag. This fall into the mud pit probably soaked them all wet. How could I be so scatterbrained!"

Saying this, he hurriedly opened the bag, took out those soaking-wet letters, and looking at them, he kept shaking his head and blaming himself incessantly, muttering: "What to do, what to do, it's all my fault for being careless."

The Village Party Secretary leaned in to look, and comforted him: "Aiya, soaked is soaked, maybe they can still be read after drying. Don't blame yourself too much, child."

But Lin Hao acted as if he had seized an opportunity, and hurriedly said to the Village Party Secretary: "Secretary, how about this — look, it's evening now and everyone has nothing to do, why don't you summon everyone for a meeting? I happened to bring back some materials on publicizing hygiene knowledge from the Commune, and was originally planning to find a chance to give everyone a talk. During the meeting we can also conveniently identify whose letter this is; it might be some villager's important letter, and if we delay it would be bad."

The Village Party Secretary listened and felt it made good sense, nodded and said: "Alright then, I'll go notify everyone right now. You also prepare the hygiene knowledge content you're going to talk about." Saying this, the Village Party Secretary turned and went out the door to notify the villagers.