Chapter 11 The little rich woman is going shopping!

The eldest son and her are only six years apart in age. From now on living under the same roof, there are many things that we must avoid.

Sun Qing exited the room and came to the living room.

The living room is very large, as big as the two rooms combined. In addition to an Eight Immortals table and two old-fashioned benches, there are also four pairs of shoes placed in the corner. Two pairs of currently popular Jai Alai sneakers, needless to say, they must be from Jianghai.

.There is also a pair of leather shoes and a pair of labor protection shoes. They are ugly and look like they are from Jianghuai.

Fortunately, the two fathers and sons are very clean, otherwise the house would have stunk.

After looking inside the house, I continued to look outside. When I followed Jiang Huai into the door, I took a casual look and saw that there was a small shabby house on the east side. It was quite big and I didn’t know what it was for.

Sun Qing opened the door and took a look, and was immediately frightened away.

What kind of messy garbage factory? If she hadn't known that Jianghuai was rich, she would have thought that the father and son formed a team to pick up junk?

All that can be seen from the outside is a pile of rags, broken firewood, broken pots and broken shelves. The whole house is filled with such things. What's more terrible is that the roof is completely transparent.

Could that pile of rotten wood be the beams?

For the sake of life, the dilapidated house must be dealt with quickly.

Sun Qing quickly retreated five meters away and continued to look at the yard.

Except for a pile of half-meter-high weeds in the corner, there was nothing, very clean.

At the same time, she also noticed that there was no kitchen, not even such things as dishes, chopsticks, and knives.

Sun Qing quits his job. The two father and son can eat out, but she can't!

As a senior foodie and gourmet expert, she prefers to make her own food.

Putting other things aside, we have to solve the cooking problem first.

This is the late 1970s, an era of economic boom. People in the county have been using liquefied gas stoves half a year ago. They are clean, hygienic and fast.

Just buy this.

There is another troublesome thing. If there is no place to cook, you can’t cook in the living room, right?

Sun Qing looked at the one-meter-long front door under the eaves. He would first get a table and set it up there for cooking. It would last for a few days!

After thinking about how to arrange it, Sun Qing took the money and keys and went out in a hurry.

Half a year ago, food stamps, cloth stamps, and industrial stamps were canceled one after another. The last food stamps were also canceled last month. Now, as long as you have money, you can buy anything!

Looking at the vendors shopping on the street, Sun Qing had more than two thousand yuan in his pocket and was so excited that he wanted to jump away.

The more than two thousand yuan at this time is equivalent to five or six million yuan in forty or fifty years, and maybe more than that.

Sun Qing wanted to laugh when she thought of the expression on Jiang Huai's face when she snatched the money.

It was not feasible to go shopping with such a huge amount of money, so I asked passers-by how to get to the bank and went straight to the bank.

When she arrived, the bank wasn't open yet, and she happened to be hungry, so she directly found a dumpling stall and sat down to eat and wait.

"Boss, let's have a bowl of dumplings!" The person setting up the stall in front of the bank is a middle-aged woman in her forties or fifties. Her hair is all tied up and stuffed into a white hat. She is wearing an apron and sleeves. She looks neat!

"Okay, the vegetables are sold out, only the pork stuffing is left." The dumpling stall owner said with a hearty smile.

"Okay, then I'll eat meat." Sun Qing liked to interact with people who were passionate about life, so he replied simply with a smile.

"Okay!" The dumpling stall owner rolled out the dough and kneaded the dumplings neatly. The skin was thin and the fillings were big. He was honest at first glance.

While waiting, Sun Qing was not idle. He asked the dumpling stall owner about the place where liquefied gas tanks were sold. He also found out where the nearby vegetable market was, where everything was sold, and which store sold it cheaply.

The owner of the dumpling stall was full of energy and had a loud voice. He could answer whatever Sun Qing asked. He could ramble on even if Sun Qing didn't ask.

This news is worth as much as a meal of dumplings!
Chapter completed!