After Zhao Jie finished speaking, she began to think about what to send to her sister-in-law.
Let’s put aside the things happening in my hometown for now.
Yang Hang and Chu Yao brought the babies to the town again.
It was difficult for the two adults to separate with the babies, so they had to go together to do what they needed to do.
Chu Yao first went to the town's newspaper office to submit her articles. She put the articles she had written and her contact information in the mailbox at the entrance of the newspaper office. After finishing these, she went to the supply and marketing cooperative with Yang Hang.
This time when I came to the supply and marketing cooperative, I felt that there were not as many people as before. The counter was deserted and the salesperson inside was sitting listlessly on a stool inside the counter.
"Hello, comrade, we need to buy some fine flour, and."
"We're out of fine flour. Please look somewhere else." The salesperson said impatiently. He didn't even bother looking for the item and just said it was out of stock.
This was the first time Chu Yao encountered such a situation in the supply and marketing cooperative. Although she knew from reading the historical literature that those who could come to the supply and marketing cooperative at this time must have connections in their families, their impatient expressions made Chu Yao angry.
Chu Yao thought that she had finally witnessed another characteristic of this era.
Moreover, at this time, the sales clerks in the supply and marketing cooperatives and the waiters in the state-owned restaurants cannot be offended. After all, not everyone can enter these two places.
Chu Yao was about to argue with the salesperson but was stopped by Yang Hang. It was not appropriate for them to quarrel with their child. If someone took advantage of their heated emotions and kidnapped the child, they would be doomed.
Yang Hang gave Chu Yao a reassuring look. He looked up to find the older sister comrade he had met last time, but he looked around but could not find her.
"Ayao, let's go look somewhere else. I know a place that must have what we need."
Chu Yao was very curious about the place Yang Hang mentioned. Could it be the legendary black market?
Chu Yao held Dabao and followed Yang Hang excitedly.
The salesperson was used to feeling superior and looked down upon others. After seeing Chu Yao and her family leave obediently, she curled her lips in disdain.
Tsk, you country bumpkin.
When they arrived at the place, Chu Yao was dumbfounded. This was not a black market at all, it was clearly a grain station. Yang Hang, such a straight-laced man, probably seldom went to the black market.
The two of them went into the grain station and bought rice, fine flour, cornmeal, and dried sweet potatoes. Chu Yao saw that there were also millet, mung beans, and red beans, so she bought these three as well.
It cost a lot of money to buy these, mainly because I bought too many at once and they couldn't fit on the bicycle.
It seems that I have to wait for Yang Hang to come and buy them alone. If I buy too much, it will be easier to carry it on the bicycle.
The reason why she bought so much was mainly because Chu Yao was a hoarder. In her previous life, she bought things in boxes. Now that supplies were scarce, she bought less.
"Yang Hang, you should look for other ways to buy malted milk. The babies drank the bottle you bought last time a bit too quickly, and there isn't much left now."
"Okay, then I won't deposit it into the passbook after I get my salary this month. I'll just keep it at home for family use. The babies drink malted milk a little too quickly, so it's not very convenient to save the money and buy it later."
"Okay, you can decide these little things."
After they bought everything at the grain station, they started to head back.
The journey back was a bit difficult, and they met an unexpected person who was of great help to Chu Yao and Yang Hang later on.
The person they met was none other than an old man that Chu Yao saw being beaten by HWB in the town.
At this time, the old man was walking with difficulty.
"Yang Hang, stop, stop. I've seen this old man before."
After hearing Chu Yao's words, Yang Hang stopped his bicycle and turned around to look at the old man.
The old man was carrying a cloth bag that had been washed white. He walked very slowly, but his posture was as straight as a pine tree, and his face was free of the sadness of that day.
It seems that there is always light at the end of the tunnel.
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