Transmigration: On the Gossip Front
Chapter 516 - 517 Sister Flowers Educated Youth 34_1

Chapter 516: Chapter 517 Sister Flowers Educated Youth 34_1

Shen Jianshe sought leave from his leader and brought up the need for time off.

Upon seeing his leave request, the leader asked, "Did your daughter send you stuff by mail again?"

Shen Jianshe nodded, "Yes, she did send things."

They sent money to Shen Jie, feeling apologetic to their daughter, considering it their compensation.

To their surprise, soon after Shen Jie arrived in the Northeast, she began sending items home from the second month—starting with mushrooms and dried vegetables, and gradually including smoked meats.

It could be said that each parcel she sent back was richer than the last, to the point where they constantly worried whether Shen Jie was neglecting her own needs to prepare things for them.

The leader felt slightly embarrassed as he looked at Shen Jianshe and wanted to say something, but was hesitant.

"That girl of yours, Xiao Jie, is quite capable. She hasn’t had it easy in the Northeast," he finally said.

"That’s right, she works as hard as anyone else there," Shen Jianshe replied.

"Sometimes she visits neighboring villages, and whenever she finds something good..." he continued.

Although Shen Jianshe did not understand exactly what the section chief wanted, he surmised it had to do with the packages from the Northeast.

If it was just colleagues or neighbors eyeing the parcels, Shen Jianshe didn’t need to pay them any mind. If they were envious, why didn’t they ask their own children working away from home as sent-down youth to send them parcels?

When the section chief heard that money was involved, his mood lifted—spending money was his favorite pastime, and it made it easier for him to broach the subject.

After all, it seemed unjust to simply ask for the hard-earned items the young girl acquired through her labor in the Northeast.

"I understand that there’s a cost involved. We’ll go by the market price," the section chief said, unconcerned with whatever profit might be in between.

After all, there were still the matters of handling and shipping to take care of. It was technically possible to purchase similar items on the black market, but the risk was high.

Getting caught would lead to factory-wide disgrace, as there would be no saving face or dignity.

Shen Jianshe thought it over and, even though he wasn’t sure of the exact prices, he figured that using black market rates wouldn’t be a loss.

"Let’s do ninety percent of the market price." The usual market price wouldn’t do—"Xiao Jie has to travel to neighboring villages to buy, then clean, and either pickle or smoke the goods herself."

"It’s a lot of hassle, and then she has to travel dozens of miles to the market town to reach a post office that can ship the goods."

They had to let everyone know that while they made some profit, it truly was hard-earned.

"Right now, it’s snowing over there, so there’s no farm work, otherwise, she wouldn’t have the time for all this."

"Though whether we can spare some, I can’t be sure—as we need to share with the Yue family as well."

Every time parcels were mailed back, the Zhang Family’s Girl never forgot to include a gift for the Zhang family.

"I understand, thank you for your trouble," the section chief responded, not expecting the goods to actually be prepared by the Zhang Family’s Girl herself.

He wanted to inquire about Shen Jie’s handiwork, but seeing Shen Jianshe’s smug expression, he thought better of it. He figured that in the eyes of a doting father, whatever his daughter made was bound to be delicious.

Having obtained his leave, Shen Jianshe went to the post office with the parcel pickup slip and his ID card.

The postal worker took Shen Jianshe’s ID and parcel notice and looked up for a long time, "Did you come alone?"

"Yes." Shen Jianshe had an uneasy feeling; he had picked up parcels before without any issues and had always promptly received them.

Yet, this time, the worker didn’t move, but just stared at him.

Shen Jianshe was getting displeased, but couldn’t lose his temper—after all, it was a postal employee who naturally could be a bit temperamental.

"Well, I don’t think you’ll be able to carry it by yourself." After triple-checking that Shen Jianshe had come alone to pick up the parcel.

The worker earnestly suggested, "I think you should find someone else to help you with it."

He wouldn’t be able to carry it alone? He had managed to bring an equally large parcel home by himself last time, even if it was tough.

The worker, knowing that Shen Jianshe might not understand without a clear explanation, led him into the room where parcels were kept.

Pointing to the largest package, the worker said, "That one is yours."

Gazing at the massive parcel, Shen Jianshe couldn’t help but gasp, "That’s huge."

"Exactly. Did you not see the weight? It’s about seventy or eighty kilograms," the postal worker said, looking enviously at Shen Jianshe.

"Who in your family serves as a sent-down youth in the Northeast?" The postal worker was curious—not just friends or relatives would send so many goods in just a month or two.

"My daughter." Shen Jianshe calculated briefly; the weight wasn’t extremely heavy, and he could manage to wheel it back on a cart.

But the size was challenging, and he might not manage it alone.

He truly needed someone to help him and, looking around, he decided to call upon Shen Xiaohui.

Although his younger son wasn’t very robust, he could still lend a hand.

Upon seeing Shen Jianshe at his workplace, Shen Xiaohui wondered what was going on.

"Xiao Hui, go and ask for leave. I can’t handle the parcel your sister sent by myself."

"It’s really big, eh? That’s normal." Shen Xiaohui thought it was quite normal for Shen Jie to send such a large parcel close to the Spring Festival.

"Seventy or eighty kilograms," Shen Jianshe gestured a size, "about this big."

My goodness, Shen Xiaohui’s mouth gaped open, not expecting such a huge surprise.

"I’ll go ask for leave." Such a large item would indeed require more than one person to handle.

The two who had swiftly arranged their leave made it back to the post office before closing time and managed to collect the parcel.

Then, together, they transported the goods home. Although Shen Jianshe had left work early, by the time they got home, it was the peak period for everyone else finishing work.

Neighbors saw Shen Jianshe and his son carrying the parcel home, their mouths agape, "Xiao Jie sent another parcel home?"

"Your Xiao Jie is really filial."

In the residential area, there were many children who served as sent-down youth, but none sent things home as continuously as Shen Jie did.

Many children had written home, complaining about the hardships of their lives and begging for all sorts of help from their families.

Compared to Shen Jie, the difference was like heaven and earth.

"Is the farm’s income that high?" someone wondered. "Or are things that cheap over there?"

"How could it not be cheap? You can hunt in the mountains, or buy things from the villages," another reasoned.

Some felt uneasy—their child had a job on a farm and a monthly salary, and here they were showing off. It was too much.

"Go hunt in the mountains? Do you think Xiao Jie grew up in the forests?" Shen Jianshe countered.

"She also has to work and farm, and as for her salary, it’s just a bit more than Xiao Hui’s," he explained.

"If you don’t believe it, feel free to ask around." Shen Jianshe knew some things needed to be clarified from the start, lest they get distorted later on.