Lie Ying: All the villains in my family have been reborn

She also knows that this thing is uncertain.

But now that everyone is here, it doesn't hurt for Wen Nian to stop by.

Along the route in memory, I will soon come to the post office.

Because it is not a market day (market day), there are not too many people here, and there are not as many postmen working here as there are not so many market days.

Seeing her come in, a young woman who was knitting a sweater glanced at her casually: "What's the matter?"

"Hello beauty, I just came to see if there is any letter or package from Deng Wennian of the Second Brigade of Yongxing Village."

Wen Nian took a step forward and greeted people politely, "The pattern on your sweater is very beautiful, did you come up with it yourself?"

Women's paper is a two-color sweater, and the flowers are also matched in this way.

In order to make people happy to help her check the letter, Wen Nian used some social means.

"No, I learned from others."

Sure enough, upon hearing Wen Nian's praise, the woman put down her needle and thread in a particularly good mood, stood up and said, "Let me help you take a look, just wait a moment."

"It's troublesome."

Wen Nian was not hypocritical, he asked for trouble, and then quietly waited aside.

"By the way, beauty, do you know Xiao Zhang?"

Seeing the woman started to work, Wen Nian asked casually, "It's also from your post office. I had my mail at the end of last year, and he sent it to our village on purpose."

"Oh, you said Brother Zhang."

When the woman heard this, she also became interested, "He didn't come to rest today."

"There is no mail that just arrived here, probably not yours."

"It's okay, I just stopped by to ask when I came to town."

Wen Nian said with a smile, "If you don't have it, you won't have it, and you can't force it, can you?"

"You are quite good at talking, big sister."

The woman smiled and flipped through the email records on the desk next to her.

"A good word will keep you warm in winter."

Wen Nian said casually, "Isn't it just like this between people, hello, me, everyone?"

"That sentence really makes sense."

When the woman speaks, she does not delay her work.

Staring at the record book, the movement did not stop at all.

"I'm sorry, I've read them all, and I don't have anything from you."

When the record book was finished, the woman stopped and looked at Wen Nian, "Maybe you wait a few more days."

"If there is, someone will be arranged to deliver it to you."

"Thank you, I'll come back in a few days."

Wen Nian thanked him, and took out a handful of fried peanuts from his cloth bag and put them on the counter, "I'm sorry to trouble you, see you when I have a chance."

"No trouble."

The woman smiled, "Ah, what is this for?"

"Fried it at home, you keep it in your mouth when you're bored."

Wen Nian left behind these words, turned and left.

"This man is quite good at work."

The woman smiled and put the peanuts into the drawer in front of her, looked up at her colleague who was reading in front of the telegraph, and whispered something.

After hesitating for a while, he still stood up and divided the peanuts he had just received into a few to send over.

"Xiao Liu, you still bring peanuts to work?"

The person who read the book was a middle-aged strider. He put down the book when he felt someone approaching him. He raised his eyes and saw that it was a new colleague who had just entered the post office. He couldn't help but smile.

"What did Uncle Zhong say, how dare I bring food to work."

Xiao Liu smiled, "This is from the eldest sister who just came to check the mail. I don't care if you are here, so I will send you a few."

……

Wen Nian didn't care what would happen behind him after he left.

She left the post office and went straight out of town to go home.

At the entrance of the village, I met Deng Wenshu who had just come back from outside. The brother and sister said hello to each other, and then we talked about the preparation of materials.