Supermarket Space: Traveling Through the Ages and Marrying a Rough Guy

  Several nursing home partners inspected the construction site, sent care to all the staff on site, gave them food and drink, and they left the construction site.

   The careers of the few of them are not limited to this one project. Although they don't need to watch other projects in person, they still have to go to towns and factories occasionally.

  Song Can and Jiang Jiayi both came here in Song Xi's car, and it was naturally Song Xi who drove them back home. Song Xi asked while driving, "Do you two want to buy a car?"

  Both Jiang Jiayi and Song Can shook their heads frantically, "I am reluctant to spend hundreds of thousands to buy a car. With this money, I can buy a few houses for my children, which is better than buying a car!"

Hundreds of thousands can indeed buy a lot of houses. Now you can buy an empty house in the city for two or three thousand, and there are more than one thousand cheaper ones. Jiang Jiayi would rather buy more houses and land than spend So much money to buy a car, the main reason is that the car is too expensive, even if she has so much money, she can't bear it.

  Plus, the traffic in Ping'an Town is very convenient now, there are buses and motorcycles, and they also have motorcycles at home, so spending money to buy a car is really a bit wasteful.

   "Xiaoxi, don't you have a bb machine now? Are you planning to buy it?" Jiang Jiayi sat up straight, supported the front seat with both hands, and asked Song Xi in front.

Song Xi shook her head, "I know this thing is inconvenient, and I have to call back, and if I happen to be outside, I have to look for a phone everywhere, so let's wait, now that this has been invented, there will definitely be something more convenient in the future. "

   In a few years, there will be a Chinese character bb machine, which is much more convenient than the current one that needs to look for a phone everywhere. Song Xi decided to give each member of the family another one at that time.

The big brother in the future is said to have a lot of radiation, like a brick, big and heavy, and very expensive. She doesn't plan to spend so much money on such impractical things, just like what Jiang Jiayi said, with this money Might as well buy more houses for the children!ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ ɴo(v)elFɪre.net

  Song Can said with a smile, "That's right, let's wait for better things to come out later!"

  Of course Song Can knows that there will be better things in the future, but Jiang Jiayi doesn't know, they have to let Jiang Jiayi know that there will be better things in the future.

   "I didn't plan to buy it either. I was just curious when I heard it from others. But since it's so troublesome to use, I might as well just call. Isn't it unnecessary to buy this?" Jiang Jiayi smiled and waved her hand.

  Song Xi sent Song Can home first, and then Jiang Jiayi. Jiang Jiayi asked, "Xiaoxi, what was the beauty massage you mentioned earlier?"

"I asked someone to help us import cosmetics and skin care products from abroad, and I plan to open a new department in the photo studio, which will specialize in massage and skin care for lesbians in the future." The beauty industry is really super profitable. Song Xi's previous life A male student in elementary school, after getting married, opened a cosmetics store at the suggestion of his wife, selling cosmetics, and changing his car once a year, which is better than once.

  As for whether this male student changed his wife after he became rich, she didn't know. After all, he hadn't seen each other since graduating from elementary school, and he also learned about him from other students.

  He only sells cosmetics, skin care products, etc., and has not developed into beauty, so he makes money. If beauty is added, wouldn’t it be profitable?

   Now she is going to be the first person to eat crabs.

After sending Jiang Jiayi home, Song Xi went back to her home. She drove the car into the yard and parked it in the pavilion in her yard. This pavilion was built according to the size of the car after buying the car. After all, the car is not cheap, so it must be Take good care of it and keep it open for a few more years!

  When the car is parked in the gazebo, there will be no wind, rain, sun or sun, and the rate of wear and tear will be slower.

  In the evening, the children all washed up and returned to their room to rest. Song Xi and Zhou Yi tidied up and were ready to rest. Zhou Yi stretched out his arms around Song Xi, and was about to get close to the two of them, but suddenly heard a knock on the door.

  Seeing the helpless expression on Zhou Yi's face, Song Xi smiled and stretched out his hand to push his shoulder, "What are you doing? It's your own child, not an outsider."

"Hurry up and turn sixteen, let me live in a separate family, don't disturb us at home." Zhou Yi got out of bed, put on his shoes and went to open the door. Seeing Zhou Xinyi standing outside, he was a little puzzled, "If you don't sleep, come and knock on the door What are you doing?"

  Zhou Xinyi also looked at Zhou Yi in doubt, wondering why he was so wrong tonight, did he quarrel with his mother?

   "Mom, are you asleep?" Zhou Xinyi didn't come in immediately, but asked standing by the door.

   "No, I'm still reading." Song Xi said.

Only then did Zhou Xinyi walk into the room, came to Song Xi's side, handed the notebook in his hand to Song Xi, and then turned around and left. Song Xi opened the notebook Zhou Xinyi gave her in doubt, and found that it was Zhou Xinyi The story I wrote, so I sat up straight and read it seriously.

   Zhou Xinyi, like Zhou Nanxing, just entered the first grade of junior high school in September. It is very rare for a first grader of junior high school to be able to write such a story.

   Zhou Yi looked at Song Xi so seriously, so he leaned over to stick to Song Xi, and asked curiously, "Daughter-in-law, what did that kid show you?"

   "Our family may have a writer." Song Xi said excitedly.

  From the perspective of adults, Zhou Xinyi's works are still lacking in popularity and are also very naive, but what if the audience is elementary school students and junior high school students? That's very fitting.

  Of course, it still depends on whether people want his manuscript, and Song Xi can't do whatever he wants.

   "Really?" Zhou Yi couldn't believe it, "How is it written?"

"I think it's okay, but I don't think it's useful. People have to think it's good. Another day, I'll look for children's literature and magazines to see if there is any contact information for submissions, and let Xin Yi give others a try." Song Xi said Then, she put Zhou Xinyi's notebook on the bedside table, and lay down to rest. She turned her back to Zhou Yi, and Zhou Yi posted it in the next second.

Although Song Xi was busy with work and earning money, she also cared about the children's affairs. She drove to find children's literature and newspapers the next day. She went directly to the elementary school in the city, because there are usually no children near the school. There are stationery stores and bookstores.

Song Xi went in and bought all kinds of children's books, and then went home. When the children came back from class in the evening, Song Xi called Zhou Xinyi over and handed the children's books to Zhou Xinyi, "Xinyi, you Take a good look at these children's books first, and if there is a submission address, you can sort out the stories you wrote, and then send them to the address to see if it works."