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...
Fortunately, Bai Muyin didn't pay much attention to this. He had already seen the large carport in the front yard when he came in.
Now they're praising Yun Shudai for her good taste, saying the style of the carport she chose matches the yard perfectly.
Yun Shudai then pulled him to the backyard, pointing to the spot by the left wall and saying, "This is the trampoline that An'an and Tian Tian helped me set up. They buried the height directly underground, so the surface is level with the ground. Isn't it great?"
Bai Muyin nodded: "You have to be careful with that too. If you accidentally jump out of bounds, you can easily get hurt."
Yun Shudai nodded. She rarely played on the trampoline. Her usual exercise was skipping rope. Before, there was no space to skip rope in the apartment building. Now, with such a big yard, she could skip however she wanted.
There's also a vegetable garden, which Han Jie and Tian Tian have taken care of, planting vegetables that will grow in winter, and many flowers have been planted in the garden area.
"I plan to plant fruit trees in various corners of the yard, and maybe I'll be able to eat fruit next year."
Bai Muyin affectionately ruffled her hair, remaining noncommittal; whether those two fruit trees could even survive was another matter entirely.
With Bai Muyin coming today, she can no longer stock up on goods for Lao He.
A couple who hadn't seen each other for two weeks went out on a date together.
The two went to the ski resort in Yecheng.
Meanwhile, He Wan went to the factory, took her letter of introduction, and lied to them, saying that the village wanted to buy a tricycle.
It turned out that this good thing really happened, and without asking any more questions, she was allowed to go to the parking area outside to choose a car.
He Wan felt that luck had smiled upon her today.
Finally, we chose a yellow motorized tricycle with a cargo box at the front, a driver and a passenger seat, and a two-meter-long cargo bed at the back.
It's not big, and it's the cheapest, costing three thousand yuan.
The factory workers didn't understand why the villagers wanted such a small tricycle. Shouldn't they want a tractor that could plow the fields? And why send a little girl to buy it?
However, these small tricycles don't sell well to begin with, so they naturally won't complain now that someone wants them.
One was happy to sell, and the other was happy to buy.
He Wan paid the money, filled up the gas tank at the factory, and quickly drove away.
The factory workers were amazed to see such a young girl driving a car. They clicked their tongues in surprise and exclaimed, "Wow, that's amazing! No wonder they sent such a young girl to buy a car."
He Wan drove straight onto the road, heading towards their city of Daliang.
Along the way, she saw many scenes of busy autumn harvest.
How long have I been gone? More than half a month? When I left, the weather was just getting cool, and when I came back, I already needed to wear a light jacket.
Luckily, I put my thick clothes in my storage space when I left.
He Wan arrived in Daliang City before sunset and put the car into her spatial storage.
I plan to contact Boss Song from the black market today, and then call the village tomorrow to ask them to send a car to pick her up in the county town.
She had to create the illusion that she had painstakingly transported so many boxes of medicine by train.
When I passed through the suburbs, I saw that the sunset was quite nice, so I took out my camera and took a few pictures.
After a few clicks, just as he was about to put it away, a large hand called out from behind: "Comrade."
As He Wan turned around, she saw a soldier in a green uniform, and her eyes were instantly filled with amazement.
This handsome guy, oh no, this soldier, is really good-looking. He has heroic features and his eyes, like cold stars in a winter night, reveal a bit of coldness and fortitude.
What are you doing?
The man quickly saluted her: "Comrade, can you help me?"
"What kind of help?"