"Nianhe, didn't you say you would leave the notebooks and pencils for the children? Why are you using them as rewards now?"
The next day, after hearing about Lin Nianhe's promise, Principal Wu came with a belly full of doubts.
Lin Nianhe looked at the shovel in Principal Wu's hand and felt it looked familiar.
She thought Principal Wu was just picking up something for a fellow villager and didn't think much of it, standing up to make her a bowl of autumn pear jam: "Letting them 'earn' notebooks and pencils for their own children—that's good, isn't it? It can also improve literacy efficiency."
Principal Wu took the bowl but didn't drink it. She placed it on the table, gazing at Lin Nianhe for a long time before asking, "Nianhe, why are you doing this?"
"Hm?"
"Why exactly do you want to donate to build schools? Why go through so much trouble for literacy? You're even helping your rival revise… Nianhe, I don't understand you."
