Space Spirit Spring: Farmhouse Qiao Jun’s Wife

   One morning, while Su Haitang tidying up the house, she thought about her next plan.

   Judging from the clues provided by Xiao Naihe, the family background of the two is quite simple, that is, they are poor, and they have a group of relatives who want to fight the autumn wind.

   But as Xiao Naihe said, he is a small company commander who earns a monthly salary, how much can he save?

   The excessive requests of those relatives are completely ignored, after all, they are also powerless.

   Her own family is almost out of the question, and she owes a lot of debt outside. If those relatives are not willing to give up, she can go back and borrow money and food from them.

  Su Haitang quickly put aside the fact that relatives were not a troublesome factor, and continued to think about other things.

  This family is so poor, even if there are family heirlooms, they have already been pawned for money.

   So, there is little chance that debris will end up in this house.

   Still have to go out and try your luck, treasure hunt and find people.

  The most fundamental thing is money, money makes things easier.

   But this poor and white person has no capital to start a small business, which is really worrying.

   Just like the original owner, there must be no culture. Don’t think about the way of drawing design drafts and writing articles to earn draft fees, and you will be exposed in minutes.

  Cheating with spiritual spring water to open a shop to sell food? It is also a good way, the threshold is low, and it is not eye-catching.

   When she sets up a stall and becomes famous, she can recruit small workers, get out of her job as a shopkeeper, and wait to collect the money.

  Su Haitang thought about it for a long time, and felt that this move was the most suitable for the current situation.

   Just do it.

  Su Haitang took out the unused supplies in the space. That's right, they were the ones that were looted last time in the apocalypse, ready to show their talents.

   But there are lucky women, rice, and no coal!

   This house obviously didn't open fire!

   The corners of Su Haitang's mouth twitched, she put the supplies back into the space, thought about it, locked the door and went out to see if she could find inspiration.

   "Are you feeling better? Don't have a headache anymore? Oh, did you have a headache this time, or is it a pain in your legs or a pain in your back? Look at me, my memory is not very good."

   A sweet voice said the words hidden in cotton, and Su Haitang continued downstairs without looking back.

   Anyway, she didn't name her name, she didn't have time to waste her words with the scheming female watch.

   "Hey, why are you ignoring people?"

  Xia Ke'er pouted, her shiny little black leather shoes stomped lightly on the concrete floor, and hummed in annoyance, she rolled her eyes at the bloated back, and slammed the door to enter the house.

   Marrying such an ugly and handsome man like Xiao Naihe is truly blind.

   As a woman, Xia Ke'er was keenly aware of Xiao Naihe's different thoughts about her.

   So she likes to tease him secretly, intentionally or unintentionally, not only to satisfy her own vanity, but also to make Song Yi jealous and make her even tighter, so why not do it.

   It's just that when the ugly meets her, she can't help being agitated, and she stares at her like a shrew, provoking the anger of the neighbors, and the impression is so bad that it makes her more pure and kind.

  How did you change your **** today? Don't you give up and want to compare with her, really plan to apply for a farmer-to-non-hukou and become a city person?

   Funny! Unexperienced bastard!

  Xia Ke'er laughed secretly, and then threw He Mingzhu, who was like a clown jumping beam, behind her head. Seeing that the time was almost up, she took out a potato, posed a pose, and slowly peeled it.

   Her old Song is about to get off work, and she has to show her side as a good wife and mother.

  He Mingzhu ignored Xia Keer, who was full of thoughts, and went downstairs.

   It was almost noon, people from get off work and school came back one after another, and the corridor was full of fireworks, which made her feel a little real.

   This is not a novel, but real life.

   Therefore, it is inseparable from the five grains and miscellaneous grains to pay homage to the temple of the five internal organs.

  Su Haitang clutched her protesting stomach and smiled wryly.