Space Spirit Spring: Farmhouse Qiao Jun’s Wife

  Lu Zhaowen did not say yes, nor did he say no.

  Su Haitang put the matter aside and hurried back to the city.

   Knowing that no one wanted to hear her report last night, she might as well just stay at home for one night to save the toss and bounds.

  Su Haitang went to the department store to buy a lot of things, and put the canned oranges in Lingquan water prepared in the space early, stuffed it into a bag, and handed it to the village chief.

   Years ago, she remitted money back to the village and installed a telephone for the nurse's family, so that she would not have to borrow the phone from the village chief's house every time.

   Zhang Yuee has been diligent and thrifty all her life, but she is not willing to spend this kind of money.

  Su Haitang understands Nian's mind, so she simply persuaded her to open a small shop and use the phone as a paid public phone, isn't it appropriate, not only does it not waste phone bills, but it can also generate income.

   And since the milk is so old, it is better to do less heavy work in the fields. It’s good to keep a small shop and keep it leisurely, and you can earn a lot of money.

   In other words, there is no concept of retirement in rural areas. As long as you can move, you will not be idle. Many elderly people are overloaded with physical work, but they are used to enduring it.

  The environment in the village is like this, and her milk is no exception.

   Ke Su Haitang is distressed.

   Su Haitang gave all the cost of the canteen, and she couldn't help with the rest. Fortunately, there were Uncles and Uncles, so she didn't worry.

   Just in time for the winter break, the heads of the family went into battle, opened up the two east wing rooms of Zhang Yue'e's house facing the street, and cleaned them up;

  The formalities, the lobby brother Su Haiyang helped to complete it. The Su family's canteen has just opened, and the business is not too salty or light, and it's not bad.

  It was convenient for her to make phone calls, and she was chained by the canteen, so she didn't have to run out in winter to send her money and parcels. She felt a lot more at ease, and she didn't have much to ask the old village chief to bring back.

   Farewell to the old village chief, Su Haitang took the bus to the Ministry of Foreign Affairs.

   She politely called to confirm in advance, but she was still a little nervous.

   Writing songs for others, how can she have that level? It's not all plagiarism!

   You have to talk to others well, you can't hurt Vice Minister Zhu's filial piety, and of course you can't reveal your own stuff.

   It's not a lie to shoot the first bird with a gun. It's cool to be in the limelight for a while, isn't this sequelae coming?

  Su Haitang cried out in her heart, but she had a bunch of hot potatoes in her hands, and she couldn't help it.

  Deputy Minister Zhu made it clear that if she wanted her to write a song, she didn't know how Principal Su, Boss Bai, would bother to return the gift.

   What a sweet burden.

  Su Haitang made fun of herself and forced herself to cheer up.

   If only she could contact the little fox, Cheng Yuanzheng has a lot of ideas, and she can definitely help her share her worries.

   By the way, she also has an old fox at home!

  Su Haitang patted her forehead, got out of the car quickly, found a public phone, and called her cunning old cunning, oh no, it was the scheming grandpa who called.

   "Grandpa isn't here? Oh, well, it's alright, I'll call my dad."

   "My dad isn't here either? Oh, I'm not in a hurry, I'll call my milk."

   "Milk, do you know what my grandfather did?"

   Seeing no one twice in a row, Su Haitang asked a little apprehensively.

   "Go on a mission. He's busy with work, so it's not like you don't know." Yuan Yingchao took a long time to answer her granddaughter's phone, and answered indifferently, not forgetting to urge the design draft.

   "It's time to start preparing for the new spring products. You should put some snacks on your design draft. Don't delay it all the time. Don't do things simply."

   What else can Su Haitang say? Promise her.

   Hanging up the phone, Su Haitang felt like a kitten scratched in her heart, itchy.

   Is Cheng Yuanzheng's mission coming to an end? huh?