Reborn with a Cell Phone 2007

On the evening of August 8, Ji Shumiao used a flower to send the same email to all government departments whose email addresses could be found online:

8月17日14时洪水将涌入华鑫煤矿，造成172人失踪、181人死亡。

Of course, I still use Zhou Hui’s email address.

Ji Shumiao prepared for the worst. She didn't care if the relevant authorities found out that she was the source of the information or if she was exposed, as long as she could save those people.

Those millions of people, compatriots.

However, the mine disaster still happened, and the email sent by Ji Shumiao fell into the sea, and he did not receive a single reply.

Impossible, she tried it, calls, text messages, emails, they can all be used here without any interference.

Ji Shumiao wrote and drew on the draft book, using symbols that only she could understand, analyzing the causes and sorting out the events that would happen in the future.

Snowstorms, earthquakes, epidemics...

129,,……

Ji Shulang sat right behind her. They were four years apart in age, attended the same cram school, and studied the same junior high school curriculum.

Ji Shulang poked her with the tip of a gel pen and said, "Give me your pencil. I can't find mine."

Ji Shumiao handed him the pencil, and Ji Shulang was startled: "Why is your face so red?"

He reached out and covered Ji Shumiao's forehead: "You have a fever, it's so hot!"

Ji Shumiao seemed not to hear clearly what he said and looked at him stupidly.

Ji Shulang was angry and anxious: "You didn't even tell me you had a fever, are you stupid?"

Ji Shumiao touched his forehead, but found nothing wrong.

Ji Shulang greeted the teacher, carried Ji Shumiao downstairs, and prepared to take a taxi to take her to the hospital.

The stairs are so high... My neck hurts again...

Ji Shumiao lay on her brother's back, rising and falling with his movements as he went down the stairs, feeling as if she were sitting in a country bus, shaking violently.

Ji Shumiao vomited as soon as he opened his mouth, without any warning.

Ji Shulang lost his temper completely and slowed down his movements: "Be good, we'll be fine once we get to the hospital, and you'll feel better soon."

"Uncomfortable..."

I feel uncomfortable physically and even more uncomfortable mentally.

Ji Shulang paid the taxi driver more money before the driver was willing to take him, who was covered in vomit. Ji Shulang simply cleaned himself up in the car and only then did he have time to call his aunt Qin Rong.

Ji Shumiao was given an IV in the hospital, and Ji Shulang finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Sisters Ruan Xiangxiu and Qin Rong came in a hurry. Ji Shulang took the clean clothes brought by his mother and went to the bathroom to change.

Ji Shumiao had fallen asleep, but was still humming uncomfortably. He looked dazed and called out "Mom and Dad" or "Grandma and Grandpa" from time to time, and occasionally recited a string of numbers that no one could understand.

Except for Ji Shulang, all the other men in the family went to the south to look at land for building a brick factory. The south here refers to the area south of Beijing and north of Hebei.

Ruan Xiangxiu asked Ji Shulang, who had just changed his clothes, "What did the doctor say?"

"Acute enteritis and a bit of heat stroke." Ji Shulang said helplessly, "They also said she was a bit malnourished and had poor resistance."

The four of them looked at Ji Shumiao lying on the hospital bed, all of them filled with worry.

Ji Shumiao's medicine was not completely infused until around seven in the evening. Ji Shumiao was already awake, but still looked sick and listless. There was a fever-reducing patch on his forehead, and he looked very pitiful.

On the way home, Ji Shulang still carried her on his back, and walked lightly to avoid bumping her again. He asked jokingly, "Master Miaomiao, is the sedan chair stable today?"

"I'm sorry, brother." Ji Shumiao whispered, "I vomited on you."

Ji Shulang chuckled: "Then do you want to wash my clothes for me?"

"Forget it, a daughter's debt is paid by her mother, let my mother wash you."

Ji Shulang: "Auntie, you're still not clear about it. When you were a kid, you peed on me."

"……I don't!"

The next day, August 8, was Ji Shumiao’s tenth birthday.

Qin Sheng, Ji Zhenhua and Ji Shiqian rushed back specially to celebrate her birthday, but they saw the sick Ji Shumiao.

Qin Rong sighed, "I have to go to the hospital for an IV drip today. For the next few days, I can't eat any meat or oil."

Ji Zhenhua raised the cream cake in his hand with a look of regret: "It's like this, the birthday boy can't even eat his own cake."

Ji Zhenhua put down his luggage and accompanied the mother and daughter to the hospital.

Ji Shumiao did not get an injection in the ward today, but in the pediatric injection room. Many children were hanging on IV bottles and crying one after another.

Ji Zhenhua said: "Why don't we go find the expert that Mrs. Lan mentioned?"

"I was just thinking of waiting for you to come back to discuss this matter. How about we go as a family and just treat it as a trip?"

Ji Zhenhua nodded: "I think it's okay. There are still a few days left in the summer vacation. We will be busy soon and have even less time to spend with the children."

"You haven't told me how your trip to Hebei went this time."

Ji Zhenhua leaned over to his wife and whispered, "I bought the land for 1.3 million yuan."

Ji Shumiao also heard it and felt a little relieved.

The birthday party in the evening turned into a welcoming party for the men. The birthday boy Ji Shumiao could only drink porridge, eat pickles and boiled eggs.

Ji Zhenhua coaxed, "How about we go to a big restaurant in Shanghai and host a banquet next week?"

Ji Shumiao spoke in a northeastern accent: "Of course!"

Ji Zhenhua smiled and rubbed her head: "Don't get sick again, little ancestor."

"That's not something I can decide." Ji Shumiao sighed, "I will try my best not to disappoint the people of my motherland."

After dinner, Qin Yun and Ji Shiqian asked Qin Rong and her husband if they could buy the apartment upstairs.

"Of course, why not?" Qin Rong replied straightforwardly, "We would have mentioned it even if you didn't say it. Brother Lang is studying for the college entrance examination, and it will be troublesome without a hukou. You will have to buy a house sooner or later. You might as well buy the one upstairs. It has a good location and is close to us."

"Okay, I know the housing prices change every day, so you just have to take a loss and give it to me at this price." Ji Shiqian said a price, which is the highest transaction price in this community at present.

Ji Zhenhua shook his head: "No! How can a family like us make money from you! I'll sell it to you at the price I paid for it, and you can pay for the taxes and fees."

Ji Shiqian: "No, brothers should settle accounts clearly, don't make it difficult for me."

Ji Zhenhua: "Who wants to settle accounts with your brother? Do you understand clearly what I am talking about? Don't you know how much you have helped me?"

"What are you counting? Your daughter has helped me to become successful. I bought a house from you, and you are still fussing with me..."

The two brothers-in-law started arguing because they were afraid that the other would suffer a loss. In the end, Qin Sheng knocked on the pipe in his hand and made the final decision: "Alright, stop arguing. The market price and the purchase price should be halfway. No one should think that they are taking advantage. The days of family support each other are long. Who can take advantage of whom?"