Gong Mingxia had bought the house in mid-October, at the time, she informed the current landlord that she would move at the end of the month and asked her to start organizing for new tenants to come over.
Afterward, she went to handle the household registration matters. Thankfully, having an aunt as an intermediary made the process exceptionally quick, whether it was the neighborhood committee or the police station. Perhaps having the property deed made things smoother, so within the first week after buying the house, both their household registrations were set up in Sunshine Garden, Building 8, Unit 1, 2nd floor, east apartment.
Looking at the new household register, Gong Mingxia was so thrilled she wept with joy, but the ID card was still not ready, and she had to wait a month.
Once they had the house, they moved at the end of October. The new home had a refrigerator, a television, everything, although going up and down the stairs was a bit strenuous. Fortunately, her aunt lent her the home garden to park the tricycle and store the furnace, which made Gong Mingxia even more grateful to her.
After moving, Gong Mingxia saw that the house was very clean and had everything like bed curtains and security windows. So, she and her daughter simply packed their bags and moved in.
The only inconvenience was the need to carry the stove and meal boxes up and down the stairs daily.
However, the excitement of being the mistress of the new house easily overshadowed the hardships. Now, with a house and savings, along with a stable daily income, Gong Mingxia was exceptionally happy. Even her daughter, Xiao Xiao, seemed to feel more upright.
No one would call them outsiders anymore. Now that they had a house and household registration, their child could go to school and become a true citizen of H city, enjoying the same treatment as the locals.
Xiao Xiao was born on November 30, 1992. According to the local enrollment policy, she could only start school by 1999 when she was nearly seven because students must start by September 30. Being born on November 30, she inevitably had to wait until 1999; otherwise, it would cost money in 1998.
After much consideration, she decided to enroll her daughter at the normal age. Right now, she was in the middle class, next year she’d be in the senior class. After kindergarten, she would spend another year in the senior class and then sparingly teach her some pre-school knowledge. For the next three years, she would let her thoroughly grasp the basics of dance and the piano, as long as the child had the perseverance, she would buy her a piano the next year.
In her previous life, she had learned piano from a young age and passed Level 10 during her primary school years. Thus, she hoped her daughter could also complete her piano grades during her primary years. Though it became less useful after starting a job, playing the piano was occasionally a solace for her emotions.
With her amateur skills, supervising her daughter’s practice was no issue, but it was not up to professional standards, which is why she sent Xiao Xiao to tutoring classes.
Practicing piano is a tedious and hard-to-maintain routine, something she deeply understood. Moreover, being a post-90s in her past life, her parents were about the same age as she was now. A twist of fate had given her the chance to gain the experience of motherhood, and she was determined to cherish this hard-earned opportunity to survive. Latest content published on novel•fire.net
By the end of October, her stall’s revenue remained around four thousand yuan, as the daily quotas were consistent, and her income stabilized at that, rarely exceeding five thousand yuan. In other words, she had completely stabilized. While others were struggling with earnings of one thousand yuan, earning four thousand was quite remarkable for her, although it was hard-earned money and not easy to come by.
At the end of the month, she received a letter from Meng Xiuying. Inside was the final draft of the first one hundred thousand words of "Daqing Concubine." They estimated the book would be one million words, so these one hundred thousand words merely laid the foundation.