Following the address given by Wu Wen, Jiang Jinxiu quickly found it while asking around.

The man who opened the door had a scar on his face, which ran from his forehead to his ear and looked rather grotesque.

Jiang Jinxiu's heart tightened when she first saw it, but when she thought of Wu Wen's identity, she relaxed.

“Hello, brother, I’m looking for…” Jiang Jinxiu suddenly remembered that she had forgotten to ask Wu Wen about his identity in the black market.

She knew Wu Wen's true identity, but they didn't use their appearances or identities in the black market. She understood him, but he didn't understand her.

Jiang Jinxiu, quick-witted, took out the wooden sign: "Brother, I'm looking for the brother with the full beard."

Upon hearing this, the scarred man took the wooden plaque from her hand and burst into laughter.

He turned and shouted into the house, "Brother with the full beard, someone's looking for you."

Jiang Jinxiu touched her nose, feeling quite embarrassed.

Soon, Wu Wen appeared at the door.

"Ugly girl, it's you. Come in."

"I won't go in; I'll wait for you at the entrance."

Jiang Jinxiu was more cautious.

Wu Wen didn't insist, and told her to wait a while while he went inside to change his clothes before coming out.

Wu Wen looked at Jiang Jinxiu, who was leading the way, and said, "Ugly girl, just call me Mosquito Brother from now on. Although 'Big Brother with a full beard' looks good, it doesn't sound nice at all."

"Then don't call me ugly girl, my name is Gu Yue."

Jiang Jinxiu replied.

The group quickly arrived at the place where Jiang Jinxiu had stored the grain.

After checking, Wu Wen readily gave the money to Jiang Jinxiu.

Three and a half cents a pound, a thousand pounds, three hundred and fifty yuan.

"Sister Yue, if you have any goods in the future, come to me again. I'll buy as many as you have."

Jiang Jinxiu counted the money in her hand, glanced at him, and said, "Next week, at this time, in this place, with the same rice, two thousand catties."

Wu Wen had only asked casually; he hadn't expected that Jiang Jinxiu actually still had stock.

He was overjoyed.

"Moon Girl, really? You're not kidding me, are you?"

"It's cooked. See you next week." Jiang Jinxiu said, then turned and left.

Scarface: "Brother Wen, should we follow them and take a look?"

Wu Wen stopped him: "This girl is no simpleton. She brought in so much stuff all at once, there must be someone behind her. Let's just focus on making what we can, and not think about anything else. Kicking a hornet's nest won't be good for anyone."

Orange remained perched on the roof until it was certain these people wouldn't follow its owner, then it turned and disappeared from the rooftop.

Jiang Jinxiu wandered through many alleys, making sure no one was following her, before finding a secluded spot.

She looked around and made sure it was safe.

With a thought in her mind, she and Orange vanished from the spot in an instant.

Inside the space, Jiang Jinxiu found the supplies she wanted.

Rice, noodles, peanuts, mangoes, quilts, etc.

The mangoes were picked from the mountain a few days ago, and there are still many left.

My family members are all in Beijing and have never eaten here before, so I can let them try it.

Because of the long journey, she made sure to take only the raw ones.

There were still many peaches, but they were inconvenient to store and would spoil easily, so she didn't take them.

She remembered the rice and flour she had sent last time, and she was debating whether to send so much, but in the end she decided to send it anyway.

She's not worried about them eating a lot, she's worried about them not having enough to eat, but she doesn't lack anything right now.

Three whole sacks.

Because she's been drinking spiritual spring water every day lately, her strength has increased significantly without her even realizing it.

She tied all her things to her bicycle and rode all the way to the post office without feeling tired at all.

The current shipping cost to Beijing is 12 cents per kilogram.

It weighs 150 jin (75 kg) in total, and costs 18 yuan.

Jiang Jinxiu promptly paid the money.

Those who witnessed it felt extremely sorry for him.

That's more than half a month's salary for an average family.

People once thought she was the daughter of a factory manager, which was why she was so rich.

Eighteen yuan, without even blinking an eye.

After sending the package, Jiang Jinxiu returned to the secluded spot and, after confirming it was safe, slipped into her spatial dimension.

She packed the same amount again and went to the post office once more, but this time she was sending it to Aunt Luo.

They are all in Beijing, and the shipping cost is also eighteen yuan.

What Jiang Jinxiu didn't know was that Aunt Luo and the others were overjoyed to receive her gifts.

Aunt Luo wanted to visit her again, but her health wouldn't allow it, and her family wouldn't let her travel any further, so she gave up.

After finishing all that, Jiang Jinxiu returned to her space. She cut the mango, put it in a transparent bowl, poured in some milk, and enjoyed it immensely.

She ate some bread during that time.

After eating and drinking her fill, she disguised herself again.

This time, she disguised herself as an old woman.

The woman in the mirror was dressed entirely in black linen clothes.

Use makeup to make your face look wrinkled.

She covered all the exposed areas with a layer of black paint.

After everything was ready, she slightly arched her back.

Looking at it this way, you would think it was a very old lady.

Jiang Jinxiu was very satisfied with her appearance.

If she went out like this, no one would ever guess that she was a girl under twenty years old.

...

Jiang Jinxiu emerged from the spatial dimension, her back hunched, carrying a small basket, and arrived at the black market with practiced ease.

This time she's not selling anything; she's here to shop online.

She prefers being a wholesaler to being a retailer, since it gives her more room to maneuver.

Since she was there to buy something, she only needed to pay the gatekeeper one cent.

There weren't many people at the black market today, just a few scattered individuals.

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