"Comrade Yang Baiyi, we've just arrived at the post office. Shall we mail the letter first?"

Zhou Fengying pointed to the post office on the side of the road and said.

"Okay, let's finish the business first, then we can talk about shopping."

After buying envelopes and stamps, the educated youth mailed out their thoughts for their families.

After leaving the post office and continuing to stroll around, the group finally arrived at the supply and marketing cooperative.

Everyone was choosing what to buy, while Yang Baiyi was looking at the goods in the supply and marketing cooperative with some boredom.

How could a soul from 2000 or 300 in its previous life be interested in products from 1970?

"Xiaoxiao, whatever you want to eat, sister will buy it for you."

Zhang Chunling squatted in front of Yang Xiaoxiao with a smile on her face.

Although she knew that her appearance and background were not superior to Lin Wanru's, the main reason was that Lin Wanru had control over Yang Xiaoxiao, Yang Baiyi's only relative.

If Yang Xiaoxiao and I could handle our relationship well, it would be very likely that I could replace her, and I might be able to stay in the infirmary with Yang Baiyi instead of going to work every day.

"Thank you, sister. I don't want anything."

What good things could there be in the town’s supply and marketing cooperative? Yang Xiaoxiao looked around and didn’t even see any White Rabbit milk candy.

"Don't be polite to me. How about I buy you a pound of peach cakes? They are fragrant and sweet, and they are delicious."

Zhang Chunling thought the little girl was embarrassed.

"Sister Chunling, I really don't want it. The food here is not as delicious as what my brother bought."

After saying that, Yang Xiaoxiao also retreated behind the crowd, took Yang Baiyi's big hand, and stood beside her brother.