The package Luo Jin was carrying was as tall as her and looked quite heavy.
I don't know what his family sent him.
"I was just about to ask you to help me carry this. My package is too big and heavy; I can't move it by myself," Luo Jin said, wiping the sweat from his face.
The package sent from home was too big and heavy. He felt that he couldn't carry it properly, nor could he hold it in his arms.
I really don't know what his parents were thinking. Were they planning to send him everything he hadn't taken?
Didn't you ever think that he might not be able to get it back?
Fang Yuan glanced at Zhou He and Zhou Jiahui, who were each carrying a package.
The smaller package in Zhou Jiahui's hand still weighed about 10 or 20 pounds, while the package in Zhou He's hand was about half a person's height.
These families are really wealthy; they send packages like crazy.
She glanced at the carriage not far from the post office: "Never mind, I'll help you put it on the oxcart."
After saying that, he laid his luggage horizontally, then easily lifted it up with one hand and walked out of the post office.
"Seriously? That's incredible! Should we lift it together?"
Luo Jin stared in shock at Fang Yuan's actions.
He then realized just how terrifying Fang Yuan's power was, but he still felt a little bad about having a girl help him carry such heavy luggage.
"No need, it's less than a hundred meters from where the carriage is parked. I can manage on my own," Fang Yuan shook his head and refused.
If two people have to carry it, it won't make things easier for her; it will only be a burden.
Zhou Jiahui watched as Fang Yuan so easily took Luo Jin's package.
She quickly grabbed the package in her hands and rushed to Fang Yuan's side, looking at her expectantly:
"Sister Yuanyuan~~ You're so amazing!!!"
"The carriage is right there, just take it yourself!"
Fang Yuan knew what she was thinking with just one glance and refused without hesitation.
"Huh? Oh!"
Upon receiving this answer, Zhou Jiahui's eyes drooped in disappointment.
Luo Jin felt a little embarrassed as he obediently carried the package and followed behind Fang Yuan.
"The carriage will leave later. I'll go check on the scrap metal yard."
After Fang Yuan put Luo Jin's things on the village cart, he turned around and went to the purchasing station in town.
She had planned to buy some newspapers to wallpaper the walls today, and also visit the legendary place where antique treasures were said to be found.
"What are you going there for?" Zhou Jiahui asked curiously.
"Go buy some newspapers to wallpaper the walls," Fang Yuan replied.
“Painting the walls, I’ll go too. My walls need it too, and my brother and his family probably need it too!” Zhou Jiahui quickly replied.
"No need, I'll bring it for you." Fang Yuan shook her head and disagreed.
She wanted to see if there was anything good, but it would be inconvenient to bring too many people.
He then looked at the group and suggested, "We're about to start the autumn harvest, so I suggest you buy a pair of gloves."
"Gloves?" Zhou Jiahui asked, somewhat puzzled.
"I need gloves that allow for easy movement; I need them for harvesting rice."
This was advice given to several people by an elderly woman who had farmed for half her life.
“Alright, I’ll go check out the supply and marketing cooperative.” Zhou He nodded.
He left Luo Jin to watch the things and took Zhou Jiahui to the supply and marketing cooperative.
Fang Yuan arrived at the scrap metal recycling station alone; it was similar to what Wang Qingqing remembered.
The storefront isn't large, but the interior is quite spacious, with items neatly organized into different categories.
Fang Yuan didn't waste any time and stepped forward to ask the middle-aged man sitting by the door:
"Uncle, can I go inside and find some newspapers? My family just moved and we'd like to find some newspapers to paste on the walls."
After saying that, she took out a few fruit candies from her bag and placed them on the small table in front of the man.
The middle-aged man smiled at the few fruit candies, but he didn't refuse them.
"Newspapers are five cents a pound. Go find them yourself, and come here to weigh them!"
He never expected that someone would come to his door to deliver candy to someone who was just a scrap collector.
"Thank you so much!" Fang Yuan happily went inside.
Her eyes lit up when she saw books and newspapers piled up next to a bunch of broken wooden cabinets.
I went up and started looking through the newspapers, mainly looking for newer ones.
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In her previous life, she had collected them for her three children, but there was no space available at the time, so she had to search for them again now.
Unfortunately, although the town is not small, it seems that not many people go on to high school; she searched for a long time but couldn't find a single book.
Fortunately, she sent a letter back, but she didn't know when her wicked father would send the book she wanted.
Although she couldn't find the book, she accidentally knocked a crack in the heavy wooden cabinet leg next to her while flipping through it.
She discovered a thin strip wrapped in oiled paper hidden inside.
She quickly opened it and saw two small yellow croakers inside. She hurriedly saved them to her personal space.
At the same time, he shouted into his mind, "System, you have treasures, why aren't you saying anything? Quickly help me see if there are any others?"
The system had helped her find something in her past life, and since she hadn't said a word since she came in, it thought there weren't any treasures here.
[Sorry, the system forgot that the host's mental energy is not yet fully released. The system will now begin probing.]
Upon hearing this, Fang Yuan also got up and glanced outside.
She was relieved to see the middle-aged man still sitting at the small table.
[There are also things on the other three legs of the wooden cabinet, and there is a hidden compartment at the bottom of the kang cabinet behind the wooden cabinet. There is a calligraphy copybook by a famous calligrapher under your feet...]
As the system's voice sounded, Fang Yuan's eyes lit up.
He squatted down again and forcefully pried open the other cabinet legs.
Sure enough, there were things in all three feet; two of them were like the oil paper from before, and the other was a small cloth bag.
These items weigh only about one or two ounces each, so they're not heavy, which explains why no one noticed them.
After storing everything in her space, she found the kang cabinet that the system had mentioned again, and it took her a while to find the hidden compartment at the bottom.
Upon opening it, I found two thin gold bracelets inside, no more than two or three millimeters wide. No wonder they could fit inside.
She put it in the space without any hesitation.
After that, she also put that famous calligraphic work and a silk painting into her space.
After confirming that there was nothing of value there, she took a few calligraphy practice books from the Republican era and a thick stack of newspapers and left.
Seeing Fang Yuan come out with something, the middle-aged man asked curiously, "You've been looking for a newspaper for so long?"
"I saw there were quite a lot of things inside, so I was looking for a brazier or something, but I couldn't find a good one," Fang Yuan replied, feigning embarrassment.
“Every household here needs a brazier, so why would anyone sell a good one here?” The middle-aged man shook his head with amusement.
He then took the things from her hand, weighed them in his hand, and said, "You only took this little bit? No need to weigh it, just give me a dime."
He has handled countless things, and he can estimate the size of something with just a slight touch, without even needing to weigh it.
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