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As for the space buttons, Lu Huan has already made arrangements.

The post-apocalyptic world where Wu Xuefei lives has a much more advanced level of technology than the worlds where Lu Huan and Tian Jiajia live, making it the most suitable place to study space buttons.

In this way, people in the post-apocalyptic world will no longer have to worry about finding supplies but not being able to take them all with them.

This also greatly reduces the possibility of Wu Xuefei's spatial area being exposed, making her situation much safer. When she faces that woman again, she won't be at a disadvantage.

Lu Huan sorted and put everything away. Looking at the wooden boxes of various sizes piled up on the floor, she felt both satisfied and a little disorganized.

It seems we still need to buy another set of furniture.

With these thoughts in mind, Lu Huan drifted off to sleep. When she opened her eyes again, she found herself all alone.

She habitually touched the bed beside her; it was still slightly warm, suggesting that Gao Yan had just gotten up.

She struggled to her feet, her little feet barely peeking out from under the quilt before she quickly pulled them back in.

"It's actually a bit chilly!" Luckily, she bought two light jackets at the clothing store yesterday. She glanced at the two dresses hanging on the wooden rack next to her, gritted her teeth, and prepared to grit her teeth and rush over.

At this moment, Gao Yan walked in carrying a tray and noticed that Lu Huan was staring intently at the wooden frame. He slightly curled the corners of his mouth.

"You're up? Perfect timing! Aunt He knew we were going back to our parents' home today, so she prepared breakfast early. Get up and eat!"

He set out the bowls and chopsticks, but Lu Huan didn't come out for a long time, so he turned around.

Lu Huan was still struggling with herself. Seeing that Gao Yan had no intention of helping, she could only plead pitifully, "Ayan, please pass me my clothes."

Gao Yan pursed his lips, suppressing a smile. He was worried that if he actually laughed out loud, Lu Huan would get angry.

He handed the dress to Lu Huan, adding a reminder, "Come out quickly, or the porridge will get cold."

Today, Lu Huan wore a light yellow short jacket embroidered with lotus flowers, paired with a silver-red long skirt with gold auspicious cloud patterns, and a water-red ribbon. She looked charming and festive.

Most importantly, stay warm!

There was one set left on the wooden shelf, the very one she had bought for Gao Yan yesterday.

Lu Huan smoothed her hair, checking for any stray hairs, and then walked out of the inner room.

"Ayan, why aren't you wearing the clothes I bought for you?"

Gao Yan didn't even look up, explaining, "I have to work this morning, and I'm worried about getting my clothes dirty, so I'll change after I finish eating."

Lu Huan sat down next to him, picked up her bowl, and put a small bunch of pickled vegetables in it: "Isn't Aunt Shi here? Why do we need you to do it?"

"They've just arrived, after all, and they don't know where many things are, so I haven't done much work with them."

Lu Huan nodded, indicating that she understood. The two quickly finished their meal and then made arrangements to set off.

Before leaving, Lu Huan didn't forget to take out two pieces of leather, one large and one small, from the trunk.

Today, the one driving the carriage is Shi Gu, the eldest son of the Shi family.

He took the leather from Lu Huan, his face full of smiles: "Boss, this is really for me!"

"What, you don't want it?"

Shi Gu grinned from ear to ear, hugging the leather bag to his chest: "How could I not want it! Thank you for your kindness, sir!"

Lu Huan handed another piece to Gao Yan, telling him to spread it on the mule cart so it wouldn't be so cold and wouldn't get his clothes dirty.

She herself carried the two gift boxes to the Prince of Yan's residence.

The gifts for returning home were casually piled at the back of the mule cart. They looked like a lot of things, but Gao Yan knew in his heart that his wife had only spent less than two taels of silver.

He grasped Lu Huan's hand and asked again, "You really sent all of this?"

Lu Huan glanced at him: "What? Did your in-laws prepare a homecoming gift for you, or do you have some hidden money on you?"

"No, no!" Gao Yan denied repeatedly.

He had handed over all his savings last night, so there was nothing left! But thinking about the Gao couple's attitude, his heart grew even colder.

The mule cart moved slowly forward, leaving Gaojia Village far behind.

Lu Huan didn't feel a little warmer until the mule cart entered the city.

"This isn't a solution. Before we go back to the village, let's go to the East Market and buy a horse-drawn carriage. Otherwise, in another half month, when the weather gets completely cold, we won't be able to go out at all!"

That's absolutely true!

Gao Yan considered it for a moment and then agreed—it was a small matter to keep himself cold, but it was a big deal to keep his wife cold.

The more he thought about it, the more profound it became. His wife's dowry included a brazier, but he couldn't recall seeing any charcoal. And what about the heated kang bed in the west wing? Shouldn't it be lit up too?

Adding them all up, there were seven or eight things to buy, but Gao Yan had already given most of his money to Lu Huan, and only had a few dozen copper coins left, which was far from enough to buy those things.

He sat next to Lu Huan, constantly shifting his posture as if the fur cushion beneath him was burning hot.

"What's wrong? Is there something under your skin that's poking you?"

"No." Gao Yan mustered his courage before speaking softly, "Wife, could you lend me two taels of silver? I have something I want to buy."

Gao Yan's voice was barely louder than the wind in his ear, so Lu Huan leaned closer and asked, "What did you say?"

"Could you lend me two taels of silver?"

Lu Huan noticed that Gao Yan's ears were so red they were almost bleeding, and couldn't help but reach out and gently hook them.

Gao Yan jerked backward, nearly losing his balance and falling off the mule cart.

"Why are you hiding! I'm not going to eat you!" Lu Huan glared at Gao Yan with her beautiful almond-shaped eyes. "What, am I some kind of monster?"

"No!" Gao Yan's voice was aggrieved. "My ears are a little itchy. It's probably because the weather is getting colder and my ears are going to get frostbite again."

Lu Huan waved to him and this time carefully touched him for a while. It was indeed abnormally hot.

Gao Yan would occasionally scratch himself because the itching was unbearable.

The knuckles of both hands also began to turn red, clearly indicating that he suffered from frostbite on his hands and ears every winter.

Lu Huan held his hand, her eyes and nose were red, as if she might cry at any moment.

"Honey, don't cry! I'm used to it!" Gao Yan didn't care that they were on the street, and pulled Lu Huan into his arms to comfort her. "I'm tough, this is nothing. Besides, who in the village doesn't get cold hands and feet in winter?"

“Gao Zhongbao wouldn’t do that!” Lu Huan retorted.

Gao Yan wanted to say something more, but when he saw Lu Huan's stubborn eyes, he immediately gave in.

"Isn't it because you're here! With you caring for me from now on, I won't be so vulnerable anymore!"

His words made Lu Huan laugh, a tear still clinging to the corner of her eye.

Shi Gu sat in front, listening to their conversation, and muttered to himself: Mother was right, indeed, marrying a good wife is the foundation of a prosperous family. He hadn't seen how miserable his son-in-law's life was before, but after marrying the Dong family, he was like a pampered child; now he'd have people to care for him.

When the mule cart passed a pharmacy, Lu Huan specifically asked Shi Gu to stop so he could buy a jar of frostbite ointment.

There must be many people like Gao Yan in the North. When the cold wave comes, how many aftereffects will the survivors suffer? Lu Huan didn't even dare to think about it.