At night, Su Qingfeng and Su Siwei sat cross legged on the kang.
A small table on the kang was filled with all kinds of money, especially the big black ten, which seemed to exude some magic in the dark.
Bai Jing sits next to her. According to the words of her father and son, she writes and paints in a small notebook and calculates the approximate cost of the house this time.
This is not unknown. I was scared.
Up to now, this house has already spent nearly 300 yuan. If you want to finish the construction, you need to buy tiles and hire people to work. All these need money and tickets. In total, it will cost about 400 yuan.
Su Qingfeng