Lying Win: My villains are all reborn

She also knew that this thing was uncertain.

But now that he's here, it doesn't hurt for Wen Nian to drop by.

Following the route in memory, we soon arrived at the post office.

Because it is not a market day, there are not many people here, and there are not as many postmen working here as there are on 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 are any letters or packages from Deng Wennian of the Second Brigade of Yongxing Village."

Wen Nian stepped forward and greeted people politely, "The pattern on your sweater is very beautiful. Did you come up with it yourself?"

The woman’s dress 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 mail, Wen Nian used some social means.

"No, I learned it from others."

Sure enough, after hearing Wen Nian's praise, the woman was in a particularly good mood. She put down her needlework, stood up and said, "Let me take a look at it for you. Just wait a moment."

"Trouble."

Wen Nian didn't show any pretense, he said trouble and waited quietly aside.

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

Seeing the woman starting to work, Wen Nian asked casually, "It's also from your post office. There was my mail at the end of last year. He specially sent it to our village."

"Oh, you mean Brother Zhang."

Upon hearing this, the woman became interested and said, "He didn't come to rest today."

"There's no newly arrived mail here, probably none of yours."

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

Wen Nian smiled and said, "If you don't have it, you won't have it. You can't force this thing, right?"

"You, the eldest sister, are quite good at talking."

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

"A good word can warm the winter."

Wen Nian casually said, "Isn't this the case between people? You are good to me, and everyone is good to you?"

"This sentence really makes sense."

The woman did not delay her work while she was talking.

His eyes were fixed on the record book, and his movements did not stop at all.

"Sorry, I've looked through them all, but there's nothing for you."

After flipping through the record book, the woman stopped and looked at Wen Nian, "Maybe you can wait a few more days."

"If it does exist, we will arrange for someone to deliver it to you."

"Thank you. I'll find time to come over in a few days."

Wen Nian thanked you, took out a handful of fried peanuts from his bag and put it on the counter, "Sorry to trouble you, I'll see you when I get the chance."

"No trouble."

The woman smiled and said, "Ah, what are you doing?"

"You cook it at home, so you can keep your mouth smelling good when you are bored."

Wen Nian left these words and turned to leave.

"This guy is quite good at doing things."

The woman smiled and put the peanuts into the drawer in front of her. She looked up at her colleague who was reading in front of the telegraph machine and muttered something in a low voice.

After hesitating for a moment, he got up and handed over a few of the peanuts he had just received.

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

The person reading the book was a middle-aged man with a long stride. When he felt someone approaching him, he put down the book. He looked up and saw a new colleague who had just entered the post office, and 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 want to see you here, so I will send you a few."

…

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

After leaving the post office, she went straight out of town and went home.

At the entrance of the village, they met Deng Wenshu, who had just returned from outside. The brother and sister greeted each other and then talked about the preparation of materials.