Although it had stopped raining, the wind was still quite strong. Chen Shuning was afraid of the cold and the wind, so he kept quiet the whole way and did not participate in Liu Shumei's conversation. He just kept his eyes closed and pretended to sleep.
Chen Shuning was still half asleep when the oxcart stopped. He opened his eyes, greeted Liu Shumei and the others with a smile, and then ran straight to the post office.
Chen Shuning really missed home. Although they hadn't spent much time together, she missed her mother, who was always nagging and complaining but never stopped packing her luggage.
She also misses her father, who was not good with words but whose eyes were full of reluctance and worry. He was a man who never asked for help, but he would wait up for her at her house before dawn to buy her steamed buns just because she liked them.
She longed even more for her younger brother, who was incredibly stingy with himself, yet was willing to give her all the money he had saved up for who knows how long.
And then there was his older brother, who lived far away. In the original owner's memories, his brother was originally a proud person, but he also learned to ask for favors and connections for his sake.
This family made her feel genuinely warm, and she wanted to do her best to repay them, not just because she had taken over the original owner's body and wanted to do something for her family.
It was not that they were conscious of anything, but rather that they genuinely wanted to do something for these kind-hearted people.
Perhaps because it wasn't a holiday, there were very few people in the post office. Chen Shuning asked for three parcel forms, filled them out, and pasted them onto the three parcels that had already been sorted.
Chen Shuning not only sent things to her parents in Beijing, but also to her brother in Shanghai and her sister in the border region.
The original owner was practically raised by her older sister, and she frequently corresponded with her before the incident. However, Chen Shuning, who transmigrated into the body, interrupted her correspondence with her sister because her handwriting style was completely different from the original owner's, and she kept using the excuse of being busy with rural affairs.
However, thanks to her tireless efforts over this period, she was able to imitate the original owner's handwriting quite well, and only then did she dare to write this first letter to her sister, who knew the original owner even better than Chen Ma.
After handing the package with the parcel label affixed to it to the same postwoman as before, Chen Shuning once again pleased her with a handful of fruit candies, successfully buying several full sheets of stamps. The only regret was that she still didn't have the particularly valuable "One Red Stamp of the Motherland's Mountains and Rivers" stamp.
However, Chen Shuning was not discouraged. In any case, these stamps were all very beautiful and had great collectible value. He would just treat them as stamp collecting.
After paying, Chen Shuning placed the stamps in the empty bamboo basket behind her, or rather, casually put them into her spatial storage. She was grateful that this era didn't have a Sky Eye system, which made things much easier for her. Otherwise, in later generations, she would never have dared to do such a thing in this situation.
After leaving the post office, Chen Shuning first went to the deserted alley next to the post office. After confirming that no one was there, he slipped into his spatial dimension.
She skillfully applied makeup, and when she came out, Chen Shuning had transformed back into a dark-skinned old woman.
Because Chen Shuning brought some bed sheets and blankets with her, she was carrying a bamboo basket on her back.
It was still the small grove in the eastern suburbs, but the scene before Chen Shuning left him somewhat dumbfounded.
The meadow that was once half a person tall is now just withered yellow grass roots, and no one knows who cut it down to use as firewood.
The once lush green trees lost many leaves to the wind and snow before they even had a chance to turn yellow due to the sudden drop in temperature.
Without the obstruction of branches and leaves, the scene in the woods was clearly visible.
Where is the liveliness of the past? You can't even see a single person.
The black market has moved?
Sadly, she still doesn't know where she moved to! This instantly dampened Chen Shuning's spirits, who had come with great enthusiasm.
Thinking that he couldn't leave empty-handed, and that Hongqi Town wasn't very big, he figured he could find it last time, so there was no reason he couldn't find it this time.
So Chen Shuning, who didn't go into the woods that seemed to stretch out from one end to the other, turned around and laughed.
Because she saw a familiar face. She saw a woman wearing a blue cloth jacket, wide-legged trousers typical of old women of that era, and black cloth shoes. Like her, she was carrying a bamboo basket and was walking towards her furtively, turning her head every three steps.
It has to be said that compared to her last outfit, Gu Xinyi clearly put a lot of thought into this look. It's just that I don't know where she found this outfit, but it really looks quite convincing.
The old lady, just like she had been, wouldn't have realized the black market was gone until she got close.
So Chen Shuning stopped in a hurry to leave, turned around and looked around anxiously in the direction of the woods.
Sure enough, after a short while, a cry of alarm came from behind: "Oh my god, there's a ghost!"
Before Chen Shuning could even call for help, Gu Xinyi turned around and sprinted away at top speed.
It turned out that Gu Xinyi had been paying attention to her surroundings and hadn't noticed that she was already short and was standing right in the pit where the thatched shed had been built.
When Gu Xinyi arrived, all she saw was a head bobbing in the withered grass. Given the desolate and deserted place, she naturally mistook Chen Shuning for a ghost.
Chen Shuning had only planned to pretend to bump into her and then go to the black market together, but before he could even say anything, she had already run away.
Somewhat puzzled, she took out a small mirror from her spatial storage and looked at her face. The foundation shade was correct, and it was a dark face, like that of a rural woman who had worked in the fields for a long time, not a ghostly white face. How could it have scared people like this?
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