Chapter 253 (Second Update) He had to stop...
Tang Mingli entered several old websites that she remembered, but the search results were all negative.
There was nothing there.
In its early stages, the Chinese internet was as simple as a blank sheet of paper.
Tang Mingli quickly cooled down from the excitement of being online, and her enthusiasm faded considerably.
It turns out that when information is not abundant enough, and when the diverse range of online resources is lacking, surfing the internet isn't so fun.
At that time, she felt that having the internet was almost the same as not having it. It wasn't until a few years later, when the word "internet" slowly appeared in the general public's vocabulary, that she realized that in the very beginning, the internet was mainly used by some people for academic exchanges and technological exploration.
Therefore, Tang Mingli spent most of her time teaching her mother-in-law to type.
Right now, my mother-in-law is the only one who can truly make the most of this computer. It will probably take a few more years for the internet to become really fun.
At first, Fu's mother really thought typing on a computer was difficult. If she didn't want to disappoint her daughter-in-law's efforts, she would have preferred to write the manuscript by hand.
But after persisting for a month, she gradually got the hang of it and suddenly rediscovered the joy of typing on a computer.
Time flies, and it's already the end of June.
With summer vacation just around the corner, the Fu family is once again debating whether to return to their hometown in Guangcheng for a while.
The three elders naturally wanted to go back, but the problem lay with Fu Yu.
Fu Yu wanted to stay here and play with her cousin; she wasn't so keen on going back to her hometown.
The elders tried to communicate once, but failed.
Seeing the three elderly people struggling to soothe the child, Tang Mingli was both amused and exasperated. She jokingly said, "Why don't we vote and let the minority obey the majority?"
At first, Fu Yu thought this method was good, but when it came to raising hands to vote, she saw so many people raising their hands in agreement to go back, and she realized it was unfair.
With reddened eyes and a pout, she pitifully accused, "This violates the principles of equality and fairness, it cannot be counted."
In the end, everyone had no choice but to put the matter aside for the time being, thinking they would have a proper talk about it later.
That evening, Tang Mingli recounted the events of the day to Fu Ci, which amused him greatly.
"Even children know the principles of equality and justice."
“We are an equal and just family, aren’t we?” Tang Mingli blinked and teased.
“Then I might have to remove it, because I can’t do it.”
"ah."
This answer was something Tang Mingli never expected; in her mind, Fu Ci was a very democratic and reasonable person.
However, Fu Ci's next sentence dispelled her doubts.
"You know I've always favored you."
Wow. A heartfelt confession that caught me completely off guard.
But Tang Mingli felt a sweet warmth in her heart upon hearing this.
Many times she felt that her married life with Fu Ci was even sweeter than the protagonists in romance novels.
Thinking of novels, Tang Mingli's gaze returned to the romance novel in her hand.
This story was so captivating that she wanted to finish reading it before going to sleep.
Unexpectedly, Fu Ci suddenly said he wanted to discuss something with her.
"What's up?"
Tang Mingli immediately looked at her husband again.
When he uses this tone, it usually means something is not simple.
"Tomorrow's the weekend, I'm free, how about we go look at houses together?"
"What kind of house are you looking at? Don't you want to live here anymore?"
“No.” Fu Ci pinched his wife’s fair face and explained gently, “You’ve forgotten what we talked about before, that if a suitable opportunity arises, we’ll move to a villa.”
"I remember," Tang Mingli nodded. "So, is there a suitable one now?"
Whether it's suitable or not, we'll have to see for ourselves to know.
Tang Mingli doesn't think it's a waste to move to a new house after only living in this one house for a year.
How can buying a house in Shenzhen at this time be considered a waste?
It's a sure-fire investment that you can't lose money no matter where you invest.
Moreover, their houses are in good locations, have good layouts, and are located in good neighborhoods. As housing prices continue to rise, their value will only increase faster and faster.
"Okay, then we'll go look at houses tomorrow."
Tang Mingli readily agreed.
The next day, the two went out after breakfast.
Seeing her daughter-in-law leave with her son, Fu's mother hurriedly asked, "Are you coming back for lunch?"
"We won't be back for dinner," Fu Ci answered for his wife.
Since it's rare for just the two of them to go out, and they have some time to spare, they naturally want to spend some time just the two of them.
Fu's mother saw right through her son's thoughts and said with a smile, "Then you'd better take Mingli out for a good meal."
No sooner had these words been spoken than a sound suddenly came from Fu Yu's room, which had been quiet all along.
"What delicious food should we eat?"
His voice still carried a strong sense of sleepiness, clearly indicating that he wasn't fully awake yet.
Tang Mingli knew that she would have to explain things to her daughter before leaving, so she went into her daughter's room.
Fu Yu was struggling to get out of bed, but her eyes were still closed.
It's clear how sleepy she was, but when she heard her mother was going to eat something delicious, she became extremely anxious.
Tang Mingli stepped forward and helped her lie down again, saying softly, "We're not going out for a nice meal. Mom and Dad have to go out. You stay home and keep Grandpa and Grandma company, okay?"
What do you want?
There was nothing to hide, so Tang Mingli told the truth.
"Buy a big house? Will we have to move again?"
"Not necessarily, we'll only know once we see if it's suitable."
“But Sister Tang Xin is here. If we move, won’t it be the same as before, where we can only see her once in a long while?”
If they really move, it will definitely become a reality. Tang Mingli was starting to waver.
Fortunately, her daughter comforted her, "Mom, you and Dad go look at houses. Although I really like Sister Tang Xin and want to play with her, I also know that all good things must come to an end."
Only a child could make such old-fashioned words sound so cute.
Tang Mingli chuckled and said softly, "Mommy is so grateful that you understand, my darling. Now Mommy will go out, you can continue sleeping."
"Um."
After that soft "hmm," Fu Yu quickly fell asleep again.
When she left the room, Tang Mingli closed the door.
Anyway, it's Saturday today, so let my daughter sleep as long as she wants.
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Once downstairs and in the car, Tang Mingli told her husband what her daughter had said in the room. She then sighed.
“A stable environment is indeed better for children.”
Fu Ci was aware of this, but their current home was indeed not big enough for them.
He noticed that after a year of housework, his wife's hands had become rougher.
Upon hearing that her hands had become rough, Tang Mingli nervously raised her hands to examine them.
Hands are a woman's second face, and she has always paid close attention to them.
She really didn't notice anything rough about it, did she? But her husband had no reason to lie to her.
After thinking it over, there was only one possibility: she saw it every day and couldn't detect any change.
"Besides, Grandma is getting older and Mom and Dad will also grow old, so it would be more appropriate to hire two nannies to help out at home."
Otherwise, with him so busy with work and the whole family relying on his wife, she would have a very hard time.
This reason is more convincing than the fact that hands become rough.
Tang Mingli didn't mind taking good care of the elderly, but one person's ability was indeed limited, so it would be more appropriate to hire two more caregivers.
Based on the actual situation, we still have no choice but to sacrifice the discomfort of moving for our daughter.
"We won't keep moving," Fu Ci solemnly promised. "This time we'll move all the way up, and we won't have to move again."
"That's true too."
More than half an hour later, the two arrived at their destination.
Just by looking at the entrance to the sales office, Tang Mingli was certain that this was a high-end residential community with a relatively high positioning.
Once inside, I learned that I needed to make an appointment in advance to be eligible to view the property, which confirmed my suspicions even more.
The staff first gave a detailed introduction to the community's planning and current construction progress, and only led them to see the model house after they had nothing more to ask.
The house's structural design was clearly well thought out; compared to that old villa in Guangcheng, it is much more comfortable in terms of both lighting and layout.
But there's a problem: there are only two rooms on the first floor, and those two rooms will definitely be for the three elderly people, so the aunt will have to live upstairs.
Upon hearing Tang Mingli's concerns, the staff member smiled and said, "We've actually considered that as well."
Then he led them to another place and gestured a circle, saying, "This place can actually be partitioned off to make a servants' quarters."
Tang Mingli compared the options and found that building a room here wouldn't affect the layout of the entire first-floor common area. If there was any drawback, it would be that the room wouldn't get much natural light.
The staff member smiled and said, "Mrs. Fu is such a kind person, she even considers such small details for others. But have you ever thought about this? For the maids, even a room with slightly poor lighting like this is already much better than their home."
Tang Mingli did not deny that what he said was true.
This is a drawback, but not a major problem.
Overall, she quite liked the house.
Commercial housing is still in its early stages, and villa communities are even scarcer, so there aren't many options available.
If you find a house you like, then naturally you'll need to talk about the price.
Tang Mingli was stunned when she heard the price.
Of course, compared to tens or hundreds of thousands of yuan per square meter decades from now, this price is negligible. But even so, this price per unit will still be unaffordable for most ordinary people decades from now.
At over 8,000 yuan per square meter, a house would cost more than 3 million yuan.
At that time, the average monthly salary in Shenzhen was probably less than 1,000 yuan.
Sure enough, given the economic level at the time, good houses were always expensive.
Compared to Tang Mingli, Fu Ci remained calm upon hearing the amount.
Before coming to see the houses, he already knew the approximate price range of the houses here, and that he was only coming to see the houses because he could afford them.
He looked at his wife: "If you think it's acceptable, shall we sign the contract directly?"
The house is being sold in advance; even if a purchase contract is signed now, the house will not be completed and delivered until next year.
Tang Mingli had no objection, but it was such a large sum of money.
Seeing his wife's concerns, Fu Ci simply smiled faintly.
The visitor returned to the sales hall, reviewed the purchase contract, and signed his name as the buyer.
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Even after leaving the marketing center, Tang Mingli was still somewhat dazed.
A house worth over three million yuan, bought just like that?
Just how rich is her husband?
And with her husband, wasn't she too hands-off?
Seeing his wife standing there dumbfounded, Fu Ci couldn't help but tighten his grip on her hand to pull her back to her senses.
"What's wrong? You're dumbfounded?"
Tang Mingli exclaimed, "How could I not be dumbfounded? So much money!"
His wife's shock was so unexpected that he had to stop and ask her to confirm something.
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