At this moment, Bai Xiao had also found the postman. She just needed to wait on the main road at the entrance of the village to intercept him. From afar, she could see him riding a dark green, classic '28-model bicycle, with the green postal bag dangling from the back seat containing various letters and newspapers.
Typically, a single postman was responsible for about a dozen nearby villages and would have been doing the job for decades, definitely a familiar face. Over time, he had come to recognize who belongs to which household in all the surrounding villages.
When Bai Xiao saw the postman Zhang Changgong approaching on his bicycle, she hurriedly waved her hands, "Uncle Zhang, Uncle Zhang!"
