Xu Fei'e was extremely excited. "Is it expensive to send things?"
Her colleague said, "I didn't go in to take a look either. Go and ask. I think many people are sending things! If it's expensive, no one will go."
After thanking her colleague, Xu Fei'e hurriedly rushed to the post office.
At the entrance of the post office, the queue was a few hundred meters long.
Half of them were tribe people and half were Central Plainsmen.
The tribe members wanted to mail things back and sell them locally. Whereas, some other people were in a similar situation as Xu Fei'e.
How cheap must it be for the tribesmen to find the post office to transport the goods?
Xu Fei'e queued for a long time before it was finally her turn.
There were several counters, each with a staff member.
She handed over the package and said carefully, "Hello, I want to mail these things to the jade mine in Syria. How much does it cost?"
