The cost of issuing a marriage certificate has fallen sharply recently. When I got married, it cost 9 yuan to open a marriage certificate. Now it only costs 5 yuan. A friend of mine picked up a ready-made bargain and went to apply for the certificate. Those who get on the bus first and then make up their tickets are more cost-effective than those of us who abide by the law. It's not fair!
When I went to open my marriage certificate that year, I searched the process online in advance. Although it is the first time to get married, I don't want to be slaughtered by others. The experience of netizens is to take wedding photos in the photo studio first. It's expensive and ugly. I listened to this suggestion and specially asked the master to PS for me. My skin was about to burst, and my chin was as sharp as an awl, so that every time I provided a marriage certificate, people suspected that the woman married to my husband was not me.
When I was young, I learned from others and said, 'money is earned, not saved'. Later, my cousin's new boss educated me. My cousin husband worked in a sports shoes company. After he changed jobs, I asked him for discount coupons. He said no more: 'they are all going by the new boss.' The boss of his new company said that he also had a fortune of more than one billion. He also needed discount coupons to buy a pair of jogging shoes, saving hundreds of yuan. Good, good, I, a small citizen, have learned.
My friend who successfully saved 4 yuan in getting a marriage certificate told me that saving is an attitude towards life. I really don't lack those yuan. He is an investor. He said there was a man named Andre & middot; Costolani's old man, known as Buffett in the German investment community, is not generally rich. He can shake the stock market by talking casually. When he went to various places to give lectures, he took all the first-class tickets and first-class theater tickets bought for him and changed them into economy class and second-class seats to earn a difference in price.
So I'm more and more tolerant to my parents now. My mother never takes the subway bus when she goes out. She collects a drawer of supermarket free bus schedules. I told my classmates on the phone that when I went to our house by subway line 3, my mother heard shouting: 'ask her to take Carrefour car No. 1 to Carrefour and change to car No. 3 to the terminal, then change to Wal Mart car No. 1 to Wal Mart, then walk to Tesco and change to car No. 5 and stop directly downstairs.' The old lady spoke of this tongue twister much more clearly than Jay Chou.
So is my father. I don't know if the shortage of fuel has cast a psychological shadow in the past. He is most afraid of wasting gas. Two years ago, he designed an aluminum ring water storage device. When cooking, he put the ring outside the gas stove to rub the flame, so that there is basically hot water for bathing every day. I stopped it later, because not only did I smell lard after taking a bath, sometimes the dishes were half cooked and the water below boiled. My father was busy receiving the water, but the dishes were charred. We don't need that gas money.
My friend told me that people like me are not rich. How can you look down on the idea of saving money? If my mother's free shuttle bus transfer route map is made into a GPS query system, it may be sold to listed companies now. If my father applied for a patent for the ring rubbing hot water heating device, he may now open a company and go public. Creative industry, environmental protection concept -- what a good theme（ (signed)