Rebirth: Recovering My Treasure Girl

Saturday, October 4.

The day before Qingming Festival.

Early in the morning, Chen Yang's family of three got on the minibus to Shitan Town.

Because it is the Qingming Festival weekend, many people go to visit graves, so there are many cars on the road.

It usually only takes an hour to drive, but today it took two hours.

During this period, we also saw two rear-end traffic accidents on the road.

When Chen Yang arrived at his grandfather's house, Chen Zili's family of three had not yet arrived.

After asking, I found out that we were stuck in the middle of the road and would probably be an hour late.

When Chen Nianxi saw Chen Ziqiang, he was still as lukewarm as before, but he was still very enthusiastic about Chen Yang, his little grandson.

When Chen Nianxi asked about Chen Yang's study situation, Zhao Caixia immediately took over.

Since Chen Yang's test scores have risen significantly, Zhao Caixia now wants to praise her son for his hard work in study whenever he meets someone.

When the old couple heard that Chen Yang ranked 15th in the class in this mock exam, they were very happy and relieved.

The family waited at Grandpa's house for an hour and a half. At about 11 noon, Chen Zili and his family finally arrived.

As soon as Chen Zili entered the door, he started to complain to everyone about the congestion on the road. He saw several traffic accidents and encountered many people driving in traffic jams.

Xu Xiaomei also looked depressed. When her husband complained, she kept echoing him.

Chen Yong was very quiet, always holding a magazine and reading it away from the adults, as if he was not listening to what was going on outside the window.

Chen Yang walked over and looked down, and was surprised to find that the magazine Chen Yong was reading was the March issue of "Youth of the Century".

Chen Yang walked over and took a look, and found that what Chen Yong was reading was not his novel.

"Cousin, do you also like reading this magazine?" Chen Yang asked.

Chen Yong looked up at Chen Yang and said, "My classmate recommended me to buy it. He said there is a new serialized novel in this issue which is quite good."

As soon as Chen Yang heard this, he knew that he was talking about his novel.

Chen Yang immediately became interested and asked: "Cousin, is your classmate talking about "My Internet Love"?"

Chen Yong was a little surprised and asked, "Have you seen it too?"

Chen Yang nodded: "I saw it."

Chen Yang thought to himself, not only did I read it, I also wrote this novel word for word!

As soon as he talked about "My Internet Love", Chen Yong immediately started to talk a lot. Chen Yang almost didn't need to speak, he just wanted to listen to what Chen Yong said alone.

Chen Yong spoke very highly of the novel and made it clear that he would definitely read it to the end.

After Chen Yong praised a lot, he suddenly asked: "Chen Yang, what kind of person do you think this author named Antelope is?"

Chen Yang didn't expect that he would talk about the author, and immediately asked with interest: "What kind of person?"

Chen Yong said seriously: "Judging from the type of this novel, I don't think he is too old, probably in his early thirties at most..."

"Because many older people don't understand the Internet, how can they write novels with Internet themes?"

Chen Yang smiled and nodded.

Chen Yong continued: "Judging from the author's writing style and writing skills, I guess the author should be a person with a lot of experience and a lot of stories! Otherwise, it would be impossible to write so down-to-earth and at the same time be humorous."

Chen Yang was secretly surprised after hearing this. He really didn't expect that his cousin's analytical ability was quite strong.

While the two were chatting, Zhao Caixia suddenly came over.

Zhao Caixia saw the magazine in Chen Yong's hand at a glance, pointed at him and said: "Xiaoyong, you are also reading Chen Yang's..."

Chen Yang was shocked and immediately interrupted his mother: "Mom, I'm a little thirsty. Please help me get a glass of water."

While talking, Chen Yang winked hard at Zhao Caixia to remind her not to spill the beans.

Before going out, Chen Yang had already said hello to his parents. He said he would not tell his grandparents and uncle about his novel for the time being because he did not want to be too ostentatious.

Chen Ziqiang and Zhao Caixia had already discussed this in private, so they agreed at that time.

Unexpectedly, Zhao Caixia had just praised her son so enthusiastically to her grandparents that she forgot about it when her brain got hot.

Zhao Caixia received her son's look and immediately realized that she was talking too fast.

Fortunately, Chen Yong didn't hear any clues and continued reading the magazine.

Because it was soon noon, Chen Nianxi decided to finish his lunch first and then go to visit the tomb in the afternoon.

At 1:30 p.m., the whole family finished their lunch and went out with their supplies for the ceremony.

Grandma Chen Yang was not in good health and could not work too hard, so she stayed at home.

Chen Nianxi's parents, Chen Yang's great-grandfather and grandmother, were buried on a mountain not far east of the town.

Back then, a Feng Shui master took a look at this place and said that this place is a blessed place in Feng Shui and will definitely bring good luck to future generations.

After walking for half an hour, the whole family arrived at the mountainside.

Because the tomb is on the mountainside, everyone has to walk a short distance up the mountain.

Although the mountain road was not difficult, it still took everyone more than twenty minutes to reach the tomb.

The next step is the memorial service.

Chen Nianxi took out a hatchet from the bag and began to clear the weeds from the grave.

Chen Zili, Chen Ziqiang, Chen Yang, and Chen Yong had no hatchets to use, so they simply pulled out the weeds with their hands.

Two women, Zhao Caixia and Xu Xiaomei, were responsible for scrubbing the tombstones of their great-grandfather and great-aunt.

Because the two of them had an unpleasant quarrel before, they still didn't look at each other or chat.

While weeding, Chen Ziqiang noticed that the old man was struggling to bend over, so he wanted to take the hatchet from him so that the old man could rest.

But Chen Nianxi was very stubborn and insisted on continuing to clean up.

Finally, Chen Zili came over to persuade him a few words, and then the old man sat down on a stone aside to rest his breath.

After the weeds were cleared, everyone began to burn paper money for the grandparents.

Chen Yong only burned the paper money for a while and then ran away with a frown on his face.

He choked on the cigarette and said that God was against him and that the cigarette would follow him wherever he went.

At this moment, Chen Yong suddenly saw the Han Xianwang BP machine hanging on Chen Ziqiang's waist.

Chen Ziqiang had been wearing a coat before, and the BP machine was always blocked by the coat.

But because he had been busy for a while, his body was already very hot, so he took off his coat, and then Chen Yong saw King Xian of Han Dynasty.

"Uncle, when did you buy Han Xian Wang?"

There was envy in Chen Yong's eyes. He had always been a little concerned and felt that his BP machine was not a genuine Han Xianwang.

Chen Yong's voice was louder, which immediately attracted the eyes of Chen Zili and Xu Xiaomei.

Chen Nianxi just glanced at his son quietly, with no expression on his face.

Chen Ziqiang touched his BP machine and smiled: "I just bought it two days ago."

"Uncle, how much did you buy it for?" Chen Yong asked.

Chen Ziqiang thought for a while and lied about a number: "More than a thousand."

"Impossible!" Chen Yong shook his head without thinking: "There is no way that King Xian of the Han Dynasty can pay less than 3000 yuan!"

When Chen Yong and Xu Xiaomei went to buy a BP machine, they paid close attention to the price of Han Xianwang. He knew the market situation very well.

Chen Ziqiang suddenly felt a little embarrassed, so he had to lie and said: "This is not the King of Han Dynasty, it is just a very similar one, so it doesn't need to be so expensive."

"Impossible! This is definitely King Xian of the Han Dynasty. I am too familiar with this model!" Chen Yong once again embarrassed Chen Ziqiang.

"Xiaoyong, you are mistaken, this is really not King Xian of the Han Dynasty." Chen Ziqiang said.

Chen Yong shook his head with certainty and said: "I won't be wrong...Uncle, do you dare to show it to me? If it weren't for King Xian of the Han Dynasty, my name would be written backwards in the future!"

Chen Yong's words suddenly froze Chen Ziqiang.

Just when Chen Yang wanted to step forward to rescue his father, Chen Nianxi suddenly came over.

Chen Nian was so happy that he patted Chen Yong's head, frowned and said, "I asked you to burn paper. You are lazy here, believe it or not, I will beat you up?"

When Chen Zili saw this, he also said: "Xiaoyong, stop talking nonsense, it's getting late, finish it early and go home early."

"Oh." Chen Yong responded, and then continued to burn paper obediently.

By the time all the procedures were completed and everyone returned to Chen Nianxi's house, it was already past four o'clock in the afternoon.

After resting for about a quarter of an hour, Chen Yang's family of three left the old man's house and headed for the station.

Chen Zili's family of three greeted the old couple and then drove away.

Before the car left Shitan Town, the exhausted Chen Yong was already lying in the back seat and fell asleep.

Xu Xiaomei, who was in the co-pilot, suddenly asked in a low voice: "Zi Li, has your brother gotten rich recently? It all came down to King Xian of the Han Dynasty!"