The capital has changed a lot in recent years.

Skyscrapers are rising.

Song Fanxing bought five apartments, all with heating.

Housing prices in the capital have risen significantly.

When I bought my first apartment, it cost 1,000 yuan per square meter. That apartment was 98 square meters, with two bedrooms and a living room.

When I bought the second apartment, it cost 1,200 yuan per square meter. The apartment was 108 square meters with three bedrooms and one living room, and it cost more than 120,000 yuan.

Seeing that housing prices were rising too fast, she quickly bought two more apartments in the same neighborhood.

A year later, the price of housing had risen to 1,800 yuan per square meter.

This is already an astronomical price for most people.

After all, ten years ago, the price of housing in the capital was only a little over 100 yuan per square meter, and you could buy a house for 1,000 or 2,000 yuan. A courtyard house only cost 20,000 or 30,000 yuan.

Ignoring her family's advice, Song Fanxing bought two more apartments, both located within the Third Ring Road and each measuring 112 square meters.

My wallet is empty.

Fortunately, the flower greenhouse business has been good in recent years, and with the share of profits from the pig farm, I have saved a lot of money.

Now it's all gone.

The last two houses I bought were mortgaged.

She teased Zhou Zan, saying, "Zhou Zan, we'll be relying on you to support the family from now on."

Zhou Zan puffed out his chest: "No problem, I got a raise, supporting my family is no problem."

The grains and vegetables that their family eats are all provided by Song Fanxing, as are the chickens and eggs. They only occasionally buy some meat and fish.

They rarely buy meat; his brother-in-law sends them cured and salted meat every few days, and they simply can't keep up with the demand.

Liu Ying is very capable; she makes delicious cured meat and salted meat.

They're all pigs raised on our own, so I feel safe eating them.

Therefore, Zhou Zan doesn't need much living expenses; 100 yuan a month is enough.

He now earns 500 yuan a month.

Song Fanxing happily hugged Zhou Zan and kissed him.

This man dotes on her; he silently supports whatever she does.

When she bought the house, he even gave her 10,000 yuan to support her.

...

The year was 1998.

By then, housing prices had risen to 3,000 yuan per square meter, and those in good locations were even more expensive.

Song Fanxing did not buy any more houses.

I don't want to put so much pressure on myself.

Fang Jie and Song Darong moved to the capital city.

Song Fanxing bought them a refrigerator, a washing machine, and a color TV.

Fang Jie wanted to give her money.

Song Fanxing doesn't want it.

"Mom, I'm too embarrassed to take your money. All the profits from your pig farm were kept with me, and I used them to buy a house and spent them all."

Fang Jie didn't blame her.

“Mom isn’t the kind of unreasonable old lady. Mom knows you bought these houses to save up for our family. My money seemed like a lot back then, but if we put it in today’s market, it wouldn’t be much and it wouldn’t last long. Mom has always trusted your judgment, and I support whatever you do.”

Song Fanxing was so touched that she hugged her and said, "Mom, thank you, I love you so much!"

Fang Jie found it amusing, "You're a mother now, and you're still acting like a child."

"I will always be Mommy's good baby."

Fang Jie was delighted; it was good to be with her daughter.

In the end, Song Fanxing still refused Fang Jie's money.

That was Song Darong's retirement savings accumulated over the years.

When Song Darong retired, he was the commander of a military region and had a considerable pension.

Each month, after subsidizing Song Yaohui's small family, there was still a considerable amount left over.

Even without the support of his children, he and Fang Jie lived a very comfortable life in their later years.

Song Darong and Fang Jie settled down in the capital.

They lived very close to the Zhou family's house, separated by an alley.

Zhou Zimu and Zhou Zijun would run to their house as soon as they got out of school.

Because Grandma's cooking is so delicious.

Not only the two children, but the entire Zhou family went there to freeload meals every day.

The Zhou family no longer cooks; they go to another courtyard house on their own when it's mealtime.

After getting off work, Song Fanxing and Zhou Zan found no one at home, so they went to Song Darong and Fang Jie's place.

Fang Jie cooks for eight people every day, a big table full of food, it's quite a lively meal.

Su Wanzhi was worried that she would get tired, so she would always go over and help her with something, like picking vegetables or sweeping the floor...

Fang Jie wouldn't let her do it.

Su Wanzhi is old, over eighty years old, almost ninety, and Fang Jie is worried that she might hurt her back.

"Aunt Su, you should rest. I'm capable; cooking for several people isn't tiring at all. I have boundless energy, and I love cooking. Seeing that you all enjoy my cooking and finish all the dishes makes me so happy."

Fang Jie was telling the truth; she was especially happy to be having a lively family meal together.

She'd be happy to do as much as she wanted.

Song Fanxing would also help out when she had free time.

Zhou Zan was no exception.

Fang Jie was very satisfied with this son-in-law.

He dotes on his wife and works diligently.

Zhou Zan is now the director of the Public Security Bureau, and there is still room for him to rise in the future.

Zhou Zimu and Zhou Zijun are nine years old and in the third grade of elementary school.

Zhou Zimu is a good student and self-disciplined, always ranking first in his grade in every exam.

Zhou Zijun is playful and wild, and always gets into trouble.

Parents are frequently called in.

At this moment, Song Fanxing would push Zhou Zan out.

Zhou Zantang, the director of the Public Security Bureau, got scolded by the teacher because of Zhou Zijun.

Sigh, I've completely lost face.

But what could he do? He couldn't bear to let his wife get scolded.

Zhou Zijun was often kept after school to memorize texts.

Zhou Zimu was too embarrassed to say at school that this was his twin brother.

How embarrassing!

After school that day, Zhang Xiaohua, a classmate, ran over and said, "Zhou Zimu, your brother has been kept behind by the teacher to recite a text again."

Zhou Zimu frowned and went home alone.

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