At dusk,
night had already quietly descended.
After seeing off Fan Erhu and the others, Wang Xiaolong busied himself indoors.
A small villa couldn't be built overnight.
So, for the coming period, he would reside here.
To live comfortably, he had to tidy up properly.
After a quick sweep of the dust inside, Wang Xiaolong covered the bedding with plastic, and while diligently wiping with a rag, he dialed Li Yingying's number.
"Yingying, do you have mosquito coils, clothes hangers, washbasins, towels, large sheets of plastic, and thumbtacks-like things in your shop?"
"Of course, my shop is not just any shop, it's like Doraemon's magic pocket, stocking everything the villagers could need."
"Great, I've moved to the herb purchase point right across from you. I plan to replace all my basic living supplies with new ones. I'm currently cleaning and can't leave. Could you send these things over when you're free later?"
