C183 It's too late if you don't like it

After sending the message, Jiang Weimin walked over to Zhao Xiangyun's side.

"Is something wrong?" Jiang Weimin asked.

When he saw Zhao Xiangyun previously, he had already talked with the postal staff.

Logically speaking, they should have already bought the stamps and envelopes, but right now, they were still queuing up and had returned to the back of the line.

"No!" I just want to buy some special stamps. " Zhao Xiangyun said.

"Special? You mean commemorative stamps? " Jiang Weimin asked.

"Yes!"

As expected of Jiang Weimin, who knows everything.

"If you like it, next time we'll go to the city post office, and then we'll go to the provincial post office. There should be fewer commemorative stamps in the county."

The more backward they were, the less money they would have and the more they would care about money.

A letter was definitely controlled within a dime.

No more than a hair.

Therefore, the post office would not have any valuable stamps, and the type would also be relatively simple.

"Alright!" Zhao Xiangyun immediately replied.

Speaking of which, she had only been to the county town before.

She had never seen or heard of what the city looked like.

But looking at the city, Zhao Xiangyun did not hold much hope.

At this time, the economy had yet to develop and there weren't any tall buildings in the city.

Three to five floors was not bad.

Jiang Weimin patiently accompanied Zhao Xiangyun to queue up, and the staff who helped her find stamps finally came out.

He called Zhao Xiangyun and said to her: "I've searched through the warehouse and found two kinds of memorial tickets! One was a ticket to commemorate the 100th anniversary of Sun Yat-sen's birth, 8 points for 1 ticket, one full ticket!

And then there's the memorial tickets for the first Asiatic Island New Year Meet. The whole set consisted of four tickets, and each ticket had a face value of 8 points. "

Zhao Xiangyun said: "I want ten apiece for both of them, then ten envelopes!"

"Ten? Not so many, one hundred years old, I only found one! The memorial service is for four sets. "

"Alright, then I'll take them all!" Zhao Xiangyun said.

"Done!"

The memorial ticket that Zhao Xiangyun wanted, in addition to the ten envelopes, was a total of sixty cents.

Jiang Weimin paid her with a stamp and an envelope for the two dollars that Jiang Weimin gave her.

In the end, he even found forty cents!

After passing the money he found over to Jiang Weimin, he kept the envelope and the stamp properly.

Zhao Xiangyun was not a stamp collector, but she had seen stamps collected before and had sold them for a good price.

Since she had the space, she wasn't worried about losing something like this.

After Jiang Weimin left the post office, Zhao Xiangyun asked about the contents of the telegram Jiang Weimin sent him.

"What did you say to your parents? Did you mention that I was from the country? "What kind of books have you read?" Zhao Xiangyun said.

In her previous life, Zhao Xiangyun was a top student at a famous school.

But in this life, the real thing was that he was illiterate.

Towards a family like Jiang Weimin, she would call it Gao Fan.

After all, her father was a highly educated man.

"Fool, they won't care about that." Jiang Weimin said.

"But …"

"Xiangyun, I guarantee that my parents will like you!"

Jiang Weimin never said that he had the aura of a bookworm.

It did not look like someone who had not read a book, had been in contact with Zhao Xiangyun for a long time, and had been with him for a long time.

From her words and actions, Jiang Weimin could completely see what others didn't have.

They had the same language, and they understood each other.

Jiang Weimin believed that whatever he liked, his parents would also like it.

"Alright! For now, I believe you, but even if your parents don't like me, there's nothing we can do because we're already together. " Zhao Xiangyun said.

"Yeah, we're already together." The smile on Jiang Weimin's face became more and more brilliant.

The two of them went out of the county town together.

After returning to the Production Team, Jiang Weimin gave the wooden box that was filled to the brim to Zhao Xiangyun.

Zhao Xiangyun took out a tube of bones from her basket and gave two taels of pork to Jiang Weimin.

"I'll take the lard back and give it to you after I refine it!" You go back and wash the bones, and then make a pot of soup with ginger. As for the streaky pork, you can use it to fry whatever you want. You don't have a well in your house. Things are hard to store and you can't finish them. You can just warm them up in the pot and make breakfast tomorrow morning! Or... Put more salt in and marinate! " Zhao Xiangyun said.

In this era, there were good things to eat, but they were also difficult to preserve.

She was fine here, there was space.

Once the space was placed, it would not deteriorate. It could be placed as long as it wanted to.

It was just that she could only secretly store her things and not help others. Otherwise, her face would be exposed.

Jiang Weimin patiently listened to Zhao Xiangyun's explanation.

Then, he silently remembered this in his heart.

Actually, throughout the journey, Jiang Weimin had hoped that it would take more time. Like this, he would spend more time with Xiangyun.

"Xiangyun, are you going to the Production Team tomorrow?" Jiang Weimin asked.

Jiang Weimin started to get conflicted again. On one hand, he really wanted to see Xiangyun.

On the other hand, he was afraid that she would be too tired to work.

"Tomorrow? Tomorrow! "

Zhao Xiangyun hadn't had anything to do recently, and she was also thinking of telling her parents that she was with Jiang Weimin.

If his parents didn't have any objections, the marriage could be decided immediately.

This era was always like this. After seeing your parents, you should get married.

There's no such thing as not getting married for three or five years.

If this matter were to be spread out, both men and women would be drowned in human saliva.

Hearing Zhao Xiangyun's answer, Jiang Weimin's face lit up.

He said to Zhao Xiangyun: "Tomorrow you will go back to work, what will the past be like, tomorrow you will continue to play, I will help you earn points."

"Jiang Weimin..." Zhao Xiangyun suddenly looked towards Jiang Weimin and called out his name.

"Eh?"

"From this moment onwards, forget about the lazy and unruly me! Just remember me after our first contact. "

The Zhao Xiangyun of the past was the original owner.

Zhao Xiangyun didn't care how charming or lazy she was.

Right now, Zhao Xiangyun didn't want everyone to think that she was the kind of lazy person who didn't work, but instead spent her days commanding this and that person.

Zhao Xiangyun was very grateful, but she looked at herself with her tinted glasses.

However, she did not want Jiang Weimin to spoil her and encourage her lazy personality.

"Alright!" Jiang Weimin nodded without any hesitation.

Actually, he really could not remember what the Zhao Xiangyun before the two of them first came into contact, looked like.

He had heard many people discussing Zhao Xiangyun.

It was all bad stuff, but he never believed it.

Because from the beginning to the end, the two of them had never come into contact, nor had they spoken.

It was not until the first time they came into contact when he was harvesting the pigweed that a seed of love had taken root in the depths of his heart.

Jiang Weimin sent Zhao Xiangyun to his doorstep and was about to leave.

Before he left, he said to Zhao Xiangyun: "See you tomorrow, I will wait for you at Production Team!

"Me too!"