Reborn with a Cell Phone 2007

The next day, Qin Rong and Ji Zhenhua went to the Civil Affairs Bureau in the county to handle the formalities and took Ji Shumiao away with them.

It was less than twelve o'clock when they finished their business. The family of three found a specialty restaurant for lunch. At the dinner table, the young couple talked about the past with Ji Shumiao, something like: When we were in love, your father brought me to the county town and so on.

Talking about the "uncle" he met when they were dating, he took her to the statue of the "uncle" and swore. Ji Zhenhua suddenly suggested: "It's still early, let's go to the former residence to have a look."

The "great uncle" Ji Zhenhua was talking about was a general who founded the country. His former residence was just outside the county town. This General Ji and Ji Zhenhua were from the same clan but different families. They were only one family two hundred years ago. However, according to seniority, it was not wrong for Ji Zhenhua to call him great uncle.

The former residence was expanded again a few years ago. Now, in addition to the former residence and the memorial hall, a memorial hall has been newly built. The environment is quiet and green, which is very pleasant. Tourists walk in groups of three or two, and there are also students in uniform who follow their teachers to visit. It is estimated that they are summer camps in nearby cities.

"General Ji fought countless battles in his life. In his later years, he recalled that his proudest victory was in 1943..."

Ji Shumiao and his family of three walked and stopped from time to time, occasionally following a tour group or summer camp to listen to the explanations of the tour guide or teacher.

"Please look to the right. The boy in this photo is General Ji's youngest nephew. In 1942, at the age of , he joined the revolution and died the following year in Huai'an, Jiangsu. He was only years old."

“Hahaha, the photo is so stupid!”

"It's so funny, it looks like Jian Rong."

……

The commentator's tone was serious and respectful, while in contrast there was a group of half-grown children laughing and playing. Most of them were in junior high school, around twelve, thirteen or four years old. They wore the same orange baseball caps on their heads and followed the commentator in a loose manner. They were mostly discussing popular games, clothes and the like.

Ji Shumiao frowned, but didn't dare to get angry.

Qin Rong rubbed her head and said, "It's not good to know, let's not learn from them."

"Yeah." Ji Shumiao pursed his lips, "Choose the good ones and follow them, and change the bad ones. I know."

Qin Rong was shocked: "Wow, our Miaomiao is so cultured!"

...It's over. I haven't learned the Analects of Confucius in elementary school.

Ji Shumiao raised her face and used sweetness to paralyze the other person: "Yes, yes, it was said on TV."

Qin Rong believed it without a doubt and kept praising her for being studious, which made Ji Shumiao feel guilty.

Ji Zhenhua's cell phone suddenly rang, and he was so scared that he quickly covered his hand with his hand. He answered the call while walking towards the door of the memorial hall.

Qin Rong was just about to take Ji Shumiao inside when she saw Ji Zhenhua leaning half of his body out of the door, waving at her to hurry over.

Qin Rong said, "Don't run around," and walked quickly towards her husband.

The couple was talking at the door, both keeping one eye on Ji Shumiao. Ji Shumiao continued to move forward with the people in the summer camp, looking back at them from time to time and pointing to the next place he was going.

"What we are reading now is the eulogy written by General Ji for his fourth sister. Miss Ji disappeared while delivering intelligence in 1939. It was not until after the victory of the Anti-Japanese War that we learned that she was abducted by the Japanese army and became a comfort woman..."

"Hahaha... Comfort, we will call her Comfort from now on!" A little boy interrupted the teacher domineeringly, pointing at a long-haired girl and laughing.

The boys around him also laughed and shouted "comfort".

The girl who was laughed at was so angry that she burst into tears: "My name is Wei Lan!"

The scene was a little chaotic for a moment, and the voice of the teacher in charge was drowned out by laughter, crying, and ridicule.

The crowd was pushed aside, and the boy leading the group received a loud slap in the face. He was then thrown to the ground, and punches rained down on his face and body.

"Beast! Little beast! You have a heart of a wolf, a lung of a dog, and a brain of a pig, but you are wearing a human skin. What a beast! You are the only one on your household registration. Qingming Festival is celebrated from the beginning of the year to the end of the year! What an orphan beast!"

Ji Shumiao rode on the little bastard, cursing and beating him, regretting that he was too weak and frail to punch hard enough.

Everyone around was stunned. When Xiong Qi saw that the person riding on him and beating him was a thin girl who was younger than him, he was immediately filled with shame and anger, and raised his hand to knock Ji Shumiao over.

"You little bastard! What are you doing!" Ji Zhenhua pointed at Xiong Qi and shouted angrily.

Qin Rong quickly helped her daughter up and carefully checked her body from head to toe: "Are you hurt?"

Ji Shumiao shook his head.

"She hit me first!" Xiong Qi roared in dissatisfaction, stiffening his neck and looking at Ji Zhenhua.

Ji Shumiao shouted back, not wanting to be outdone: "You deserve to be beaten! You deserve to be cut into pieces! Cut into pieces!"

The leading teacher came out to mediate the situation. One teacher took Xiong Qi away and the other stayed to apologize to Ji Zhenhua. Harmony is the most important thing in everything. Ji Zhenhua and Qin Rong had no reason to embarrass the teacher. Both sides ended the incident in a friendly manner.

Ji Shumiao walked up to the girl named Wei Lan and said, "Your name is very nice. Don't dislike your name just because a beast called you that twice."

"Miaomiao, it's time for us to go." Qin Rong called softly.

Ji Shumiao turned around and was about to leave, but was stopped by the girl behind him: "Wait, my name is Xu Weilan, what's your name?"

"Ji Shumiao." Ji Shumiao waved at her and trotted towards his parents.

Xu Weilan whispered her name: "Ji Shumiao, your name sounds better..."

After leaving the memorial hall, Ji Shumiao bowed his head and admitted his mistake: "I'm sorry, I was wrong."

"What's wrong?" Qin Rong asked with a stern face.

"I was wrong to use force." Ji Shumiao scratched his ear and said this, but in his heart he only regretted not beating the little beast to death.

Qin Rong couldn't help laughing: "I didn't know you were so hot-tempered."

"I know I was wrong..."

Be brave enough to admit your mistakes, be resolute and don’t change them, and don’t dare to do it again next time.

Qin Rong snorted disdainfully: "I don't know you yet. You may say this, but I don't know what you are thinking. I'm afraid if it happens again, you will only hit me harder."

Ji Shumiao was seen through and laughed embarrassedly.

Ji Zhenhua rubbed her brows and said, "My daughter has grown up. Don't be afraid. Your parents will always stand behind you. Just do what you want to do."

Ji Shumiao hugged them one by one and praised the couple with sweet words, making them very happy.

"Are we going back now?" Ji Shumiao asked as he looked at the exit that was getting closer and closer.

Qin Rong: "Go find a bank nearby and transfer the money to Uncle Tang. Your Aunt Lin is sick and in the hospital. They are having some difficulties and can't make ends meet."

It turns out that they were discussing this matter at the door just now.

Qin Rong has always been in charge of the family's finances. When it comes to "borrowing money", she sticks to the principle: to help in emergencies, not to help the poor. Borrowing money for emergencies is fine, but borrowing money for living is not. When it comes to money for illness, Qin Rong always borrows it as long as she can afford it.

To leave the former residence, you have to pass through the memorial square. In the center of the square stands a bronze statue of General Ji. Ji Zhenhua pointed at the bronze statue and said, "Dad proposed to your mother here and swore to make your mother happy in this life."

The statue and the base together are ten meters tall. The whole statue, cast in bronze, is very dignified. General Ji has low brows and kind eyes, but his whole body exudes a murderous and fierce aura.

“Is the country today what you expected it to be?”

Ji Shumiao looked up into the general's eyes and couldn't help but ask in his heart.

Ji Shumiao stopped and suddenly said to himself: "Greed is insatiable..."

Since her rebirth, she has been trying to avoid the tragedy of her family members' previous lives, and has nothing else to look forward to or care about. But what she has seen along the way, she cannot turn a blind eye.

Not good enough, not good enough, she greedily wanted more.

Just a little bit, just a little bit. As long as she can change a little bit, this rebirth will be worthwhile and she will live another life.

"I'll go kowtow to my great uncle." Ji Shumiao let go of his parents' hands, walked quickly forward, and knelt down straight.

She said in a low but firm voice: "I am a humble junior, but I swear here that I will be a game changer in my lifetime."

After saying that, Ji Shumiao knelt down devoutly.

There were people whispering around, some looking curiously, and some laughing and sneering, but Ji Shumiao didn't care at all. He stood up, patted his knees, walked back to his parents, took their hands and said, "Let's go."

"What was she mumbling to just now?" Qin Rong asked.

Ji Shumiao raised his face and smiled: "I am learning from my father. I swore to my great uncle that I would make the people around me happy."

Qin Rong laughed and scolded, "You are such a smart student."