Daily Life in the 70s

This cart was usually used for transporting people as well, and this uncle seemed to have spotted a business opportunity, earning a few bucks every day by making a trip.

So when Yang PeiMin requested a ride to the military base, he readily agreed.

Upon returning to the dormitory building, she was again surrounded by onlookers.

Mrs. Cui, with nothing better to do, was sitting at the entrance chatting with people. Upon seeing Yang PeiMin, she called out loudly, "Hey, Mrs. Shen, where have you been? Look at that, another bag of stuff! What did you bring back this time?"

Yang PeiMin nodded at her and continued walking.

Mrs. Cui nimbly came over, chuckling, "Look how heavy it looks! Let me help you carry it. Don’t be fooled by my age—back when I was young, my robust health meant I gave birth to several strong boys. Not like you delicate ones..."

Yang PeiMin dodged her hand, "No need, Auntie, it’s not heavy. I can manage it myself."

"Look at you, being all polite. Weren’t we neighbors before? The bond we had isn’t something just any other neighbor could match! Even though we’re on different floors now, we shouldn’t let that connection fade."

Connection?