Reborn with a Cell Phone 2007

The rooms that Qin Yun and Qin Rong sisters lived in before they got married were small and the beds were not big. At night, Qin Rong and her daughter slept in their old room, and Ji Zhenhua slept in another room.

In the middle of the night, a cry woke Qin Rong up.

"Grandma... woo woo, grandma, don't go..."

Qin Rong hurriedly turned on the light and saw Ji Shumiao crying with his eyes closed and mumbling something.

"Miaomiao, Miaomiao, wake up."

Ji Shumiao slowly opened his eyes and stared at Qin Rong in a daze.

"I am mother."

"Mother."

Qin Rong held her daughter in her arms and wiped the tears from her face. "Did you have a nightmare? Everything in the dream is fake."

Ji Shumiao shook his head: "It's not fake, it's the real grandma."

"What's wrong?" The noises of the mother and daughter woke up Ji Zhenhua who was next door. "What happened to Miaomiao?"

Qin Rong: "She said she dreamed about her great-grandmother."

Ji Zhenhua didn't believe it: "How old was she when her grandma passed away? She was only one year old. How could she remember it?"

"I just remember it! It was my great-grandmother!" Ji Shumiao said in a loud voice, "She had white hair, bright eyes, wore dark blue clothes, and made garlands and meatballs for me!"

You wouldn’t believe it, right? I’ve seen old photos and heard elderly people from the same village talk about it in my previous life.

The couple were dumbfounded.

"Grandma will definitely not harm Miaomiao." Ji Zhenhua said this to Qin Rong, and then softened his voice and asked his daughter, "Did great-grandma say anything?"

There is a saying circulating locally that a deceased elder cannot bear to leave his children at home, and will appear in the children's dreams to ask them whether they want to go with him. If the children say yes, they will die soon after.

"Grandma said she would pick oranges for me." Ji Shumiao pretended to try to recall, "...but, but Grandma didn't pick them from the tree. She picked them from under the tree. There was a box under the tree, and it was full of yellow oranges. Grandma gave them all to me and asked me to go back and give them to my parents."

The couple both had a lot of questions in their heads: "Orange?"

"The orange tree in our house, the one next to the house!" Ji Shumiao said crisply, "Grandma also asked you to go and dig it up."

The acting has come to this point, whether you believe it or not, you have to dig it out.

The couple coaxed Ji Shumiao to sleep and then started discussing in a low voice.

Qin Rong: "Do you think what Miaomiao said is true? There is something under the orange tree?"

"It's hard to say." Ji Zhenhua tried to recall, "It's not surprising that there are some rare things left in our family."

Qin Rong suddenly remembered something: "Oh, do you remember? When grandma passed away, wasn't that the orange tree she pointed to?"

My great-grandmother died of old age. She died while picking vegetables in the vegetable patch. She looked peaceful and without a trace of pain, but the old woman fell to the ground, pointing in the direction of home.

They thought that the old woman had pointed in the wrong direction in the end, but what if she had originally been pointing at the orange tree next to the house?

They had to go back and take a look eventually, so the couple decided to dig up the orange tree and take a look.

The next morning, after breakfast, Qin Rong and Ji Zhenhua bought some incense, candles, and paper money, and took Ji Shumiao back to Jijiagou.

Ji Zhenhua went to borrow a hoe from a fellow villager, saying that he was going to the mountain to worship and he wanted to use it to clear the way. In the summer, weeds grew wildly, and the roads that were not often used on the mountain were closed, but no one suspected it.

Then, they really went up the mountain and paid respect to each grave one by one.

"This is our Ji family's ancestral tomb, from the reign of Han Feng." Ji Zhenhua pointed to a broken stone tablet with completely blurred words and said to Ji Shumiao.

Ji Shumiao: "Han Feng?"

"Yes, Han Feng from the Qing Dynasty!"

Ji Shumiao: "..."

Oh, Xianfeng.

Ji Zhenhua laughed out loud: "It's Xianfeng. When I was a child, the elders told me it was 'Hanfeng'. When I was in junior high school and studying history, I even asked the teacher which year 'Hanfeng' was."

After paying homage to their ancestors’ graves, the family of three went down the mountain and returned home.

The closer they got to the old house, the more nervous the couple, who had originally been calm, became.

My grandparents would often come over to clean the house to prevent it from becoming dilapidated due to lack of people. There were no weeds around the house, so I guess my grandparents had just cleaned it not long ago. But apart from the large, immovable furniture, there were no clothes, bedding, pots and pans in the house - they were all left with my grandparents.

The people in the village are said to be simple and honest, but they are willing to steal anything they can use or take away.

The old house of the Ji family is located in a remote area, some distance away from other neighbors, but it has an excellent geographical location. It is built on a hillside, with its back against the top of the slope and a pond at the foot of the slope. It faces the water and sits north and faces south, and is surrounded by pine, cypress and bamboo forests. It is indeed a treasure land left by ancestors.

The Ji family's ancestors were once wealthy, or to be more precise, they were wealthy for a long time.

The marriage of Ji Shumiao's great-grandfather and great-grandmother was a combination of two large landlord families. It is said that the great-grandmother's dowry alone filled three rooms. Emmm... Later, for well-known historical reasons, the Ji family was repeatedly ransacked and the house was turned upside down. However, some people always said that the great-grandmother hid the best things.

Ji Zhenhua's parents died early. When Ji Zhenhua married Qin Rong, only Ji Zhenhua and his great-grandmother were left at home. When Ji Shumiao was just one year old, the great-grandmother suddenly passed away without leaving a single word.

Ji Shumiao only learned about the existence of the box after she had left her hometown for a long time and started working. It was around the year she graduated from college. The village redistributed the residential land. Ji Shumiao was a girl, and the law stipulated that she had a share, but in fact she did not have a penny. The old house of the Ji family was allocated to another family. When the house was being built, the orange tree blocked the way for transporting materials and was uprooted by an excavator, revealing the antique box buried under the tree.

Ji Shumiao had no idea what was in the box. As soon as it was dug out, it was divided up by those people.

Ji Shumiao later heard about this from an aunt, but what good would it do her to know? She had no evidence, and she was all alone with no one to back her up, so she had no choice but to swallow it.

The location of the orange tree is extremely clever; it is next to the house, but it does not block the sunlight, and people walking on the small road cannot see the orange tree.

Qin Rong held Ji Shumiao's hand and watched from the side. Ji Zhenhua rubbed his palms and started digging with a hoe.