Kiddo Lin contributed the medicine and then brought out a bedsheet, cutting it into strips two inches wide amidst Yu Xiangqin's incessant cries of "wasteful," with Wang Xue's help.
They collected all the sickles from the Educated Youth Corps and wrapped their handles with the cloth strips.
Yu Xiangqin, while wrapping, couldn't help but tear up, muttering, "This is a sin…"
Lin Nianhe: "You have to admit, it doesn't cut into the hand anymore, right?"
Yu Xiangqin, holding the sickle and feeling it for a while, nodded: "Yes."
Lin Nianhe rolled her eyes at her and sincerely said, "Sister Xiangqin, you'd be much more likable if you couldn't speak."
A perfectly good person, but unfortunately born with a mouth.
Yu Xiangqin didn't catch on and kept complaining to herself: "A perfectly good bedsheet torn up, what a waste... What's wrong with a few calluses…"
