Transmigration? No, it's transmigration into a book. From an eighth-tier celebrity to an eighteenth-tier one, is it miserable? No, there's also a best friend who transmigrated to an earlier...
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Dalizhuang
Although Lao Yun can pay off her mortgage by taking on two movies a year, her daily expenses are still considerable. The key issue is that Lao Yun's current house also has a mortgage. If we also stock up on supplies for her, it would be impossible to cover her expenses without taking on four or five movies a year.
Old Yun originally wanted to enjoy a life of retirement, but now she wants to buy a big house for herself and also earn money to help her stock up on goods.
I feel so tired just thinking about her.
The spring planting season had just ended, and there was nothing much to do in the fields, so we could rest for a couple of days.
Su Ranran and Zhang Cuicao are planning to go to the county town today to buy some food and treat themselves.
"He Zhiqing, are you going or not?"
He Wan quickly shook her head: "Ranran, Cuicao, you go ahead. I found a small patch of Coptis chinensis on the mountain yesterday. We need to dig it out quickly."
Su Ranran said, "The bitter melon can't be avoided. We finally got two days off, let's go shopping together. It's my treat today."
"I plan to go tomorrow, you guys go ahead."
He Wan was afraid they would insist on pulling her along, so she ran towards the gate of the educated youth settlement while talking.
The reason I didn't go with them was because I was afraid that when she went to deliver the goods to Lao Song, she wouldn't be able to wait for the oxcart.
Another thing is that Chen Qing didn't go today either, because she's been busy with the roof beam installation for the chicken coop.
It took Lao He more than an hour to get from the mountain to the county, then he dressed up and went to the black market with ease.
Unfortunately, as soon as I arrived at the entrance of the black market, I saw people inside pushing carts, carrying baskets, and holding cloth bags, dropping things as they hurriedly ran in all directions.
He Wan knew something was wrong as soon as she saw it, so she quickly turned around and ran after them.
The more panicked this person became, the more trouble they caused. Before they could even run two steps, someone bumped into them and knocked them down.
He fell flat on his face, scraping his hand so hard it left bloody marks.
"Stop running!"
The man was also thrown to the ground. Seeing the soldiers chasing closely behind, he abandoned the car and its contents and ran away.
He Wan glanced back and saw that the people were about a hundred meters away from her. She cursed under her breath, ignored the pain, quickly stood up, and without thinking much, picked up her bicycle and ran towards a corner ahead.
"Hey you pushing the cart in front, you can't run away. Hurry up and take the initiative, or we'll catch you and beat you up."
Getting caught was definitely not an option. Seeing that the soldier behind her was only two arms' lengths away, He Wan used all her strength to run into the alley around the corner, and the next second she and her car flashed into the space.
When the person caught up, there was no sign of him. Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a dead end. Terrified, he broke out in a cold sweat, tripped while backing up, and fell on his backside.
The comrade who was following closely behind was panting heavily as he helped him up, saying, "Did you catch up?"
The person who was helped up pointed to the alley and stammered, "There's no one here. It was just a blink of an eye. It was a ghost."
No sooner had he finished speaking than he was met with a thunderous outburst: "What nonsense! How can you say such a thing? Didn't you almost catch her just now? How come you let her get away?"
"I was so close, really, I was almost pulling her car away, it was just a blink of an eye, how did she get out of my sight in such a dead end? It's like seeing a ghost."
The man felt around the walls, and finding no hidden doors, said, "They've escaped, so be it. Let's keep catching them."
The man patted the dirt off his backside with a pained expression, touched his head, and felt like he was dreaming. The person had really disappeared in the blink of an eye.