Zhao Han went through a lot of trouble afterward.
She suffered all kinds of hardships.
The main issue was Third Great Uncle Yan Bugui.
"Little Zhao, you have to watch it carefully. Don't ride on muddy ground, gravel roads, or sandy paths."
"When crossing bridges or going through alleys, if they're too narrow, you have to carry it across."
"And be careful with the tires. If one gets punctured or damaged, you'll have to replace it with a new one."
"Tires cost five yuan each now."
"And besides..."
Zhao Han regretted it deeply. With the time she had spent listening to this nagging, she could have walked ten miles already.
"Serves you right," the Seed of Narration said gleefully.
The problem was that she had already paid the deposit, so she could only listen obediently.
She could tell how much people in this era valued large possessions. A bicycle in this age was probably comparable to a luxury car in Eastern Continent. Of course they had to give a few reminders before lending it out.
Ordinary people generally lent out neither their wives nor their bicycles.
They would rather give the other person money for a taxi.
After another round of hassle, Zhao Han got the bicycle.
Then she painstakingly obtained a medicine box.
Naturally, she had gone to the previous Backyard and had that Transmigrator, Wang Weiguo, make it.
Wang Weiguo had chuckled at the time.
Zhao Han had been a little confused at first, but then she looked at him with sudden understanding and gave a chuckle as well.
Their code had matched.
He charged her an extra half.
A box that should have cost three yuan was sold to her for five.
He said she did not need to provide the wood.
When fellow villagers met, they