Rebirth of a Village Girl

Zhao Jingrong repeatedly insisted on coming in to help. It happened that Mrs. Mo had two sweet potatoes on hand to wash, "Then help me find a sweet potato and wash it, and I will make sugar."

"Okay." Zhao Jingrong rolled up her sleeves and walked to Mrs. Mo, "Are you going to make shredded sweet potatoes?"

"Yes." Mrs. Mo nodded.

Zhao Jingrong continued: "Then let me peel the sweet potatoes by the way."

"Okay, that's better."

After a while, Ni Yan walked in from outside and said, "Mom."

Seeing Ni Yan, Mrs. Mo said happily: "Yanyan! Yanyan is back!"

Zhao Jingrong felt a lot of unwillingness in her heart, but she couldn't show it at this time. She smiled and greeted Ni Yan, "Aunt Six."

Ni Yan smiled and nodded, "Jing Rong."

After finishing speaking, Ni Yan rolled up his sleeves and continued: "Mom, Jingrong, what are you busy with? I'm here to help you too."

Mrs. Mo smiled and pushed Ni Yan out: "No, no, the smell of cooking fumes in the kitchen is too strong. Get out quickly, don't dirty your clothes."

Zhao Jingrong was already very unhappy, but as soon as these words came out, she felt even more uncomfortable.

Mrs. Mo is afraid of soiling Ni Yan's clothes, but isn't she afraid of soiling hers?

This is too much!

Is it necessary to favor one over the other?

Zhao Jingrong peeled the sweet potato hard, as if he thought the sweet potato was Ni Yan.

Old Mrs. Mo reminded: "Jingrong, you have almost peeled all the sweet potatoes."

"The sweet potato core is a little sweeter." Zhao Jingrong reacted quickly.

Mrs. Mo had experienced hard times, and she frowned slightly and said, "But it's such a waste." In that era, a sweet potato could save a life.

Zhao Jingrong said: "Then I won't cut it like this next time."

"Um."

After taking care of the sweet potatoes, Zhao Jingrong walked out of the kitchen and came to the living room.

In the living room, Mo Baichuan was holding Mo Zhiyuan.

Zhao Jingrong came over and said, "Zhiyuan may be a little hungry. I'll go and feed him."

"Okay." Mo Baichuan handed the child to her.

Zhao Jingrong carried the child to the bedroom, put Mo Zhiyuan on the bed, and then turned to make milk powder. When adding water to the bottle, she also added a white pill into it.

Mo Zhiyuan was a little hungry, so he took a gulp of milk after receiving the bottle.

Gudong Gudong, after a while, I finished a bottle of milk.

Not long after drinking the milk, Mo Zhiyuan fell asleep on the bed, and Zhao Jinrong covered him with a quilt.

Zhao Jingrong quietly came downstairs and took some ice cubes back. The ice cubes were wrapped in a towel, but nothing could be seen.

After returning to the room, Zhao Jingrong put all the ice cubes under the quilt and opened the doors and windows.

After a while, there was a knock on the door from the servant, "Ms. Sun, dinner is ready."

Zhao Jingrong came over and opened the door, "Keep your voice down, Zhiyuan is sleeping."

"Okay." The servant immediately lowered his voice.

Zhao Jingrong followed the servant downstairs.

"Where is Zhiyuan? Why didn't I come down with you?" Xu Jiao asked.

Zhao Jingrong said: "Zhiyuan fell asleep after drinking milk, but now he seems to have a slight fever, maybe a cold. Aunt Six happens to have medical skills. Could you please Aunt Six to check on Zhiyuan later?"

Having said this, Zhao Jingrong turned to look at Ni Yan.

"Fever? How come you have a fever!" Mo Baichuan said nervously: "Weren't you fine just now? Why did you suddenly have a fever?"

Xu Jiao was also very nervous, "Did you eat something cold? Did you have diarrhea?"

Zhao Jingrong shook his head, "I'm not sure either. Children's resistance is too weak. I'm going to trouble Aunt Six soon."

Ni Yan smiled slightly, "It's no trouble, it should be."

Although he said so, Ni Yan was a little strange.

Because she hugged Mo Zhiyuan just now.

Judging from Mo Zhiyuan's state just now, he didn't look like a child with a cold.

Why is it that everything is fine, but suddenly I have a fever?

Hearing this, Zhao Jingrong secretly curled her lips, and the miserable situation of Ni Yan being driven out of the Mo family seemed to appear in front of her eyes.

Just halfway through the meal, Ni Yan's mobile phone suddenly rang.

Ni Yan picked up the phone and said, "Hello, Mom."

When he heard that the other party was Ni Cuihua, Mo Qishen also put down his chopsticks and turned to look at Ni Yan.

After listening to the words on the other end of the phone, Ni Yan's expression gradually became serious, "Okay, Mom, I'll be right back!"

Hearing this, Mr. Mo and Mrs. Mo were also a little nervous.

As soon as Ni Yan hung up the phone, Mo Qishen asked, "What happened?"

"My mother said that Grandma Zhao might not be able to survive, so she asked us to go back immediately."

"Then let's leave quickly!"

Old Mrs. Mo stood up and said, "What's going on? Wasn't it fine before? Why can't you say it won't work?"

In Mrs. Mo's impression, Zhao Shuyue has always been a strong person. I remember that at the beginning of this year, she and Zhao Shuyue ate at the same table!

How unpredictable things are!

Ni Yan said: "Actually, Grandma Zhao's health has not been very good this year..." She also expected that Zhao Shuyue might not be able to survive this year, but she did not expect that it would be so soon.

Mr. Mo and Mrs. Mo sent the two people outside the door.

Zhao Jingrong said with some reluctance: "Sixth Aunt, what if you leave Zhiyuan? How about you check Zhiyuan first before leaving?"

Ni Yan looked back slightly, "It may be too late. You should take Zhiyuan to the hospital first. I treat common colds the same as other doctors."

Zhao Shuyue couldn't wait any longer.

"Yes, but I don't feel comfortable leaving it to other doctors," Zhao Jingrong continued, "How about I wait for you to come back?"

If it were left to other doctors, how would she proceed with her plan?

no!

Zhao Jingrong was almost furious!

That damn old woman will die sooner or later, but she has to die at this time!

Isn't this deliberately going against her?

I missed this good opportunity, and I don’t know when the next time will be!

"What are you waiting for! Send Zhiyuan to the hospital immediately!" Xu Jiao interrupted Zhao Jinrong directly, "It's no joke for a child to have a fever! What if it burns out?"

Mrs. Mo echoed: "Jingrong, your mother is right, fever is no joke! Send Zhiyuan to the hospital first!"

After finishing her words, Mrs. Mo turned to look at Ni Yan again, "Lao Liu, go back with Yanyan quickly. You don't have to worry about things at home!"

"Yes." Mo Qishen nodded, hugged Ni Yan's shoulders and said, "Yanyan, let's leave quickly."

The speed of the car was very fast, and we arrived at Jinghua Village in a short time.

As soon as the two got out of the car, Mrs. Zheng and Mrs. Shangguan came over to greet them.

Ni Yan said: "Grandma, grandma, how is Grandma Zhao doing now?"

The old lady Shangguan sighed, "I can't see anything anymore, so I just waited for you to come with my last breath."

It is said that the obsession of dying people is very strong. If they cannot see the person they want to see, they will not close their eyes with peace of mind.

Mrs. Zheng also looked a little unhappy.

For such a long time, they had regarded Zhao Shuyue as one of their own, and suddenly one day Zhao Shuyue was about to leave. They were really sad.

Ni Yan trotted to Zhao Shuyue's residence.

There were people standing in front of the small house. When they saw Ni Yan coming, everyone spontaneously made way for Ni Yan.

"Yanyan is coming!"

Zhao Shuyue was lying on the bed, her eyes were very cloudy, she was half leaning on the head of the bed, her face was pale. When she heard the footsteps, she turned her head subconsciously, "Is it, is Yanyan coming?"

"It's me." Ni Yan trotted over and held Zhao Shuyue's hand, "Grandma Zhao, I'm here."

Zhao Shuyue held Ni Yan's hand tightly and said with a smile: "Yanyan is here, where is Xiao Mo?"

"Grandma Zhao, I'm here." Mo Qishen reached out and held Zhao Shuyue's hand.

The three of them held their hands tightly together.

Zhao Shuyue continued: "Xiao Mo, you should treat Yanyan well from now on and don't bully her, otherwise I won't be able to spare you."

Mo Qishen nodded, "Well, I will take good care of Yanyan, Grandma Zhao, don't worry."

"Okay, okay." Zhao Shuyue said: "With your words, I feel relieved. Yanyan is a good child. You must not let her down."

At the end, Zhao Shuyue continued: "Yanyan, thank you. If it weren't for you, this bad old woman like me wouldn't be where I am now..."

If it weren't for Ni Yan, she would probably have died long ago.

She never dreamed in her life that she would be able to get on a plane when she was about to die, let alone that she would be able to return to Shanghai...

In her life, she has met bad people and good people.

As he spoke, Zhao Shuyue's voice gradually became weaker and weaker, and the strength in his hands became weaker and weaker.

"Grandma Zhao!" Ni Yan's crying voice sounded, trembling hands caressed Zhao Shuyue's face, and slowly closed her eyes.

"Hurry up and burn paper money." Shangguan Dehui arranged for people to burn paper money and set off firecrackers in an orderly manner.

The money burned when a person dies is called passing money. With this money, the deceased can smoothly lead to reincarnation.

Burning paper money and setting off firecrackers is a custom here in the capital.

Zhao Yu stood on the edge, his face turned pale with fright, and tears rolled down his face.

This was the first time she had seen an old man pass away, and Zhao Shuyue was very kind to her when he was alive.

The sound of sobs filled the air.

Although Zhao Shuyue had no children, Ni Yan was in charge of her future life, and she managed it in a graceful and dignified way.

The third day was the day Zhao Shuyue was cremated.

According to the rules, before the spirit is raised, a filial son is required to carry flags and throw basins. Under normal circumstances, the person who carries flags and throws basins must be a person with a blood relationship with the deceased.

But Zhao Shuyue's situation was special, so Ni Yan put on mourning clothes, held a clay pot, stood in front of the mourning body, and slammed the clay pot to the ground.

boom!

The earthen basin was smashed to pieces.

There is something special about breaking the basin. The more broken the basin, the better, because the basin is the bowl of the underworld. Only when the basin is broken can the deceased take the bowl to the underworld.

After the basin broke into pieces, Ni Yan picked up the soul-inducing flag on the side, carried the spirit and walked away.

Because Zhao Shuyue had confessed before her death, Ni Yan prepared to scatter her ashes into the long river.

On the day of scattering the ashes, there was drizzle in the sky and the air was thick with fog.

Ni Yan was wearing black clothes and black trousers, with a white flower on his chest. His three thousand black hair was meticulously combed behind his head. Qingjun's face was expressionless and extremely cold.

Mo Qishen was wearing a black suit and stood behind Ni Yan, holding an umbrella for her. The drizzle wet his left shoulder, but Ni Yan was not wet at all.

The ashes flew in the wind and eventually fell into the river.

Little Ni Yun brought a bouquet of chrysanthemums and placed it on the ground. He raised his head and looked at Ni Yan, "Sister, will Grandma Zhao never come back?"

Although little Ni Yun was not present on the day Zhao Shuyue died, she vaguely knew something.

"Yeah." Ni Yan nodded.

Little Ni Yun continued: "Then where did Grandma Zhao go?"

Ni Yan squatted down and touched little Ni Yun's head, "Grandma Zhao went to heaven."

Little Ni Yun asked curiously: "What is Grandma Zhao doing in heaven?"

Ni Yan said: "Because Grandma Zhao's family are all in heaven, so she wants to go to heaven to find her family."

"Oh, so that's it."

After finishing Zhao Shuyue's funeral, Ni Yan resumed matters in the company. Although she had been absent for so many days, there was no trouble in the company.

In the blink of an eye, another month has passed.

The weather is getting hotter and hotter, and the noisy cicadas are chirping one after another.

When Ni Yan was looking for something, she suddenly found the drawings given by Zhao Shuyue, and then she remembered that Zhao Shuyue had given her a map before his death.

The map marks the place where the Zhao family buried gold.

Although the Zhao family's ancestral home is in Shanghai, because the Zhao family later moved to the capital, the address marked on the map is also in the capital.

Ni Yan showed the drawing to Mo Qishen, "Brother Mo, look at this."

Mo Qishen asked curiously: "Is this what Grandma Zhao gave you?"

Ni Yan nodded and continued: "Well, I plan to dig out this box of gold and donate it in the name of Grandma Zhao. This can be considered as a way of accumulating karma for Grandma Zhao."