After transmigrating, he supported his family by working at a garbage dump.

The two children stayed inside, chatting with Old Man Mi. The usually quiet Mi family courtyard was filled with laughter and joy.

While teasing him, Xu Zhuzhu was also planning in her mind that if Uncle Mi's condition did not improve after taking the medicine, she would wait until Zhuzi recovered a bit before coming to help Uncle Mi heal his injuries.

Zhang He helped Granny Mi with some housework, then went inside to visit Uncle Mi. Although he looked pale, he seemed to be in good spirits, so she asked him about his recent condition.

"It's an old ailment, nothing serious, just need a couple more days of rest and it'll be fine."

When asked about his illness, Mr. Mi laughed nonchalantly, as if it were nothing to worry about.

Zhang He watched, feeling extremely depressed.

Although they hadn't known each other for long, the Mi family elders were truly sincere and kind people. During her time at the stall, they genuinely helped her a lot without ever asking for anything in return...

To reassure Zhang He, Grandma Mi comforted her, saying, "Everyone gets sick and has aches and pains as they get older. Your Uncle Mi's condition has been fluctuating for a while now, so don't worry, it hasn't reached that point yet!"

After hearing this, Zhang He felt somewhat relieved. She then gave the two elders of the Mi family many words of advice, telling them to take good care of themselves, before reluctantly bidding farewell to Granny Mi.

Grandma Mi naturally wanted her to stay for dinner, but Zhang He said she had made an appointment with a neighbor to buy some things and couldn't stay long. As she spoke, she led the two children toward the main street.

Grandma Mi knew that Zhang He had her own things to do, and besides, the fact that she came all this way and specifically remembered their preferences to bring them things showed that she was more thoughtful than most people.

Knowing he couldn't keep her, he followed behind and grabbed Zhang He.

He politely invited, "The water in this pot has already boiled, and the rice noodles will be ready soon. The children love them. Come back in a couple of days and we'll bring some freshly made rice noodles to cook. The taste is quite different."

Zhang He readily agreed with a smile, and even joked, "Grandma Mi, keep it safe. I'll be coming back in a few days to 'inspect the goods.'"

"Good, good, good!"

The old woman's hearty and joyful laughter echoed from the alleyway entrance.

……

Zhang He glanced at the sky, realizing it was almost time to meet Hu San Niang, and quickened her pace.

They didn't even have time to accommodate the two children's pace.

Xu An was fine, but Xu Zhuzhu's legs weren't long enough, and she almost fell while walking. Zhang He simply put her in the basket, carried her on his back, and ran all the way with Xu An in his arms.

Xu Zhuzhu clung tightly to the back of her mother's neck, afraid that her mother might accidentally throw her off the basket.

Sure enough, at one intersection, an unexpected event occurred.

It wasn't that she was jostled out of her basket, but rather that, for some reason, a low step suddenly appeared on the road that wasn't there when they came.

Unfortunately, her mother was so anxious that she was afraid Hu San Niang would have to wait too long that she didn't notice the accident at all.

"Mother!"

Amid Xu An and Zhu Zhu's exclamations, as expected, he tripped and fell forward uncontrollably.

Xu Zhuzhu was startled and grabbed Zhang He's collar without even thinking to herself.

Subconsciously thinking not to fall, she was suddenly thrown into a daze and ended up taking her mother and brother to the garbage dump.

"How is this going?"

Zhang He and Xu An stared at the changes in the surrounding scene for a moment before realizing that it was Xu Zhuzhu's doing.

"Zhuzhu? What are you doing here?"

Xu Zhuzhu was also confused.

She never intended to come to the garbage dump; she was just worried about her mother falling. Without even blinking, she brought them here, looking so fresh and clean.

What's even stranger is that Xu An didn't have any physical contact with her, he just held her mother's hand, and she was still able to enter the space together.

Is she now able to directly isolate and transfer people through media?

Xu Zhuzhu was puzzled but also couldn't hide her surprise, as if her control over her consciousness had become incredibly skillful.

It must be said that she has been very humble in her recent work managing the garbage station, and she has been diligent and hardworking without complaint.

Although it's still being done secretly behind her mother's back.

She guessed it was probably related to this, and would investigate it more carefully when she got back.

Zhang He didn't have time to worry about that and urged Xu Zhuzhu to change back to normal as soon as possible.

Xu Zhuzhu's eyes lit up, and she came up with an idea.

Thinking that since he was already here, he might as well use the teleportation. He remembered that there was a narrow alley around the corner of the bookstore, so he teleported there.

Zhang He watched as the scene before her changed dramatically, then transformed into something else entirely. After a moment of observation, she realized she was next to the bookstore and knew it was Xu Zhuzhu's doing.

However, time was of the essence, so after muttering a few words, he stopped talking, straightened his clothes, and looked outside to find Hu San Niang.

Unfortunately, it was completely empty.

Hu San Niang was late.

The bookstore's door was still wide open, and customers would occasionally go in, but they would all come out empty-handed. It didn't seem like they were buying books, but rather writing letters or something similar.

After all, Madam Wu had mentioned it.

Thinking about this, Xu Zhuzhu was a little puzzled. Due to the limitations of basic conditions, the postal industry in ancient times was not very developed. Apart from acquaintances carrying letters, she didn't know what other methods were available to send letters. If Mr. Wu was helping people deliver letters every time, it must be very tiring.

Speaking of this, Xu An had something to say.

"My father once said that there are letter carriers in Qingzhou, which specialize in delivering letters. I just don't know if there are any in the town now."

Xinkefang? Xu Zhuzhu seemed to have never heard her father mention it before.

Zhang He said, “Our family doesn’t have any distant relatives, and we don’t send letters often. Apart from a letter sent by your father’s friend who went traveling a few years ago, we haven’t received any more. And that was three years ago. Zhuzhu, you’re too young to remember, so just pretend you didn’t hear about it.”

Xu Zhuzhu was different. She was sensible from birth, and she would definitely remember such unique things if she had ever heard of them. She reasonably suspected that her family members probably hadn't mentioned them to her, so she didn't remember them.

Or perhaps she was asleep at the time.

After all, during her infancy, her sleep and movements seemed uncontrollable until the last two years.

“The letter-carrying workshops are managed by the government; they don’t exist in small towns, only in the county,” her mother replied to her brother’s question.

Therefore, it makes sense that Mr. Wu goes to the county once a month to deliver letters and buy books.

However, this letter carrier's office is quite similar to a modern courier company; I just wonder if it can send other things besides letters.

Zhang He tapped Xu Zhuzhu's head, thinking she was naive. "That requires using a security escort agency, which is much more expensive than the letter carrier's office. The letter carriers in the letter carrier's office are all paid by the imperial court."

The imperial court? That's no simple matter.

Xu Zhuzhu patted her head, then burst into laughter, realizing what was going on.

"The person who invented this letter carrier's shop is truly amazing."

Xu An agreed. He was usually a man of few words, but he seemed to have opened a floodgate of words. “I heard from Father that it was proposed by an empress of the previous dynasty. She was a good person worthy of praise from all the people. She did many earth-shattering things, but unfortunately, she left behind very few of them.”

Despite his young age, Xu An spoke with a mature and insightful air, truly demonstrating the remarkable wisdom of the ancients.

It is important to understand that intelligence can sometimes determine the fate of a country.

The mother and her two children chatted enthusiastically at the corner of the bookstore and did not go inside again, mainly because Zhang He was afraid that going in would cause trouble for Mr. and Mrs. Wu.

Just as they were getting into their conversation, a figure hurried past them without even glancing to the side.

It was Xu Zhuzhu who noticed and shouted "Godmother!" Hu Sanniang stopped and turned around to see the mother and her two children in front of the crack in the wall.

Hu Sanniang had walked in a hurry, and now she was standing with her hands on her hips, panting and catching her breath. The small basket was hanging diagonally on her arm, but it didn't look like it was carrying anything, so it seemed that the eggs had already been sold.

"Oh dear, I was so focused on the shop front that I didn't notice you standing in front of this crack in the wall?"

Zhang He smiled and explained that she was afraid of interfering with people's business by standing in front of the shop.

Hu San Niang was still puzzled. Didn't she know the bookstore owner? Why was he being so polite?

But considering Zhang He's personality, she didn't ask any more questions.