After my grandmother called me home in my dream, my spiritual energy revived

Chapter 1: Grandma's Dream
"You little bitch! I'm so fucking stupid!"

"Hurry up, go home and get the shop key!"

"I'm leaving soon. Keeping the shop closed for too long will affect business!"

"Our shop, if you work hard, is much better than those messed-up job offers you got!"

……

The old lady hit her butt with a cane, and Song Miaozhu woke up immediately.

When she saw the glow-in-the-dark SpongeBob stickers that the senior students from the previous class had put on the ceiling, she knew she had dreamed about Tai Nai again.

Her only impression of her grandparents were the two portraits hanging in the barn of the old house, not to mention her great-grandmother.

Never seen it before!
Every time in her dream, the old lady who called herself her great-grandmother told her not to look for a job and to return to her hometown to inherit the ancestral shop.

What kind of ancestral business is this? It’s passed down to daughters, not sons.

This time it was even more outrageous, he even started to criticize the job she found.

But her family runs a funeral shop!

If she really could make money, Song Miaozhu would have gone back long ago.

She has loved money since she was a child. Her favorite thing when she was little was to fold golden paper ingots, and she also secretly hid her own little treasury.

Later, when she found out that paper ingots were worthless and couldn't even buy a lollipop, she cried for a long time.

The shop has been closed since my parents passed away, and it has been almost five years now.

She had been running a funeral shop for her entire life, the only paper-making shop in town, but the savings she earned were only enough to last her from her senior year of high school until she graduated from college.

If she doesn't find a job after graduation, she will be left with nothing.

At first, Song Miaozhu thought it was just an ordinary dream and didn't take it seriously. But every night, she would have this dream as soon as she closed her eyes, and it would last all night long.

It is spring recruitment now, a critical time for fresh graduates to find jobs. However, because she had this strange dream every day and had poor sleep, she had two big dark circles under her eyes, lacked energy, and repeatedly failed in interviews.

The old lady's temper became more and more irritable, and this time she even spanked her on the buttocks.

It hurts!
Now Song Miaozhu was a little convinced that she was really too brave, because the cane used to beat her was the same as the one she used at home.

My dad said that the cane was passed down from my great-grandmother's generation. My grandfather was beaten with it, and my dad was also beaten with it.

Of course, Song Miaozhu also inherited the fine traditions of the Song family.

When her small stash of paper gold ingots was discovered, she was severely beaten, and she still remembers it vividly.

Tai Nai is really something, she will pit her own family against her own family without any negotiation.

It was another day when she was lacking energy. If this continued, she would be unemployed as soon as she graduated.

Her savings are almost gone and she can't find a job. Are we going to starve her to death and send her to see her grandmother?
Song Miaozhu sighed and looked at her cell phone. It was five fifty-five, and there were still ten minutes before the alarm went off.

This is different from the previous few days. In the dream a few days ago, I couldn’t hear the alarm clock at all, and I was late for the interview because of it.

Song Miaozhu felt a dull pain in her buttocks, and touched it: "Hiss!"

Something seems off! I was beaten in my dream, but why does it still hurt when I wake up?
She quickly got out of bed and went to the bathroom, then turned around and glanced at the mirror.

"!!!"

The red marks on my butt are exactly the same as when I was beaten as a child!
The skin wasn't broken at all, but it hurt a lot.

She was really pumped!

Not a dream!
Although Song Miaozhu's ancestors ran a funeral shop, she really doesn't believe in superstitions!

She studied computer science!

But now she really doubts whether ghosts really exist in this world.

"How about... go back to your hometown?"

Maybe grandma had no money to spend down there, so she was called back to burn some paper money?

It just so happens that Qingming Festival is coming soon.

Anyway, I won't pass the interview if I continue like this, so I might as well go back to my hometown and get this thing sorted out. It will be faster and I can still catch up with the end of the spring recruitment. When Song Miaozhu thought of this, the pain in her butt suddenly stopped.

The red marks left by the cane also disappeared.

It seems that Tai Nai agrees.

Song Miaozhu came out and sat at her desk, checking the train tickets.

"Your Majesty! Get up quickly! If you don't get up soon, the Emperor will..."

The alarm clock in the next bed rang. A plump hand reached out from under the covers and accurately pressed the stop button. I squinted my eyes and was about to sleep a little longer when I suddenly remembered something. I woke up suddenly and sat up, ready to crawl to the next bed to call for help.

"Miaozhu, Miaozhu, get up! You have an interview this morning!"

I took a shot but missed.

"I know, I'm already up, you can continue sleeping!"

The sound came from under the bed. Chen Yuanyuan looked out and saw a dark figure with disheveled hair sitting on Song Miaozhuo's chair, with a faint light in his hand.

He reached under the pillow and pulled out a pair of large scissors.

Not this one, put it back and touch it again, it’s right this time.

Chen Yuanyuan put on her glasses and took a closer look. "Miaozhu! You woke up without the alarm? Didn't you have a nightmare last night? Did the scissors work?"

"I dreamt about it again." Under Song Miaozhu's pillow, there was also a pair of large scissors given to her by Chen Yuanyuan.

Their dormitory is a mixed dormitory.

Xu Yuelan is a native of Jiangcheng. She goes back to her home most of the time and only uses the dormitory for lunch nap.

Zhao Xiaorou and her boyfriend rented a house off campus and rarely came back.

Only she and Chen Yuanyuan lived in the dormitory all the time, and they had a closer relationship.

"Ah?" Chen Yuanyuan looked at Song Miaozhu and was very worried:
"If you look like this, you could go straight to a haunted house and work as a staff member. You'd better not go to the interview this morning and get some good sleep.

In my experience as a die-hard online literature fan, those things will never come back in broad daylight.

You can find a job later, your health is more important!
Even if you can't find a job, you can still make money as a streamer with me. You can make a living with just your face!"

Chen Yuanyuan is an online writer and food blogger.

These aren't jobs, they're all hobbies.

Having inherited her family's rental collection business, she doesn't need to worry about finding a job after graduation. She is not in a hurry to find a job during graduation season and is ready to turn her hobby into a career.

"Okay! I won't go today." Song Miaozhu said.

Chen Yuanyuan: "('')"

"I advised you so many times in the past two days, why did you suddenly come to your senses today?"

"I think my grandmother and her friends down there are out of money." Song Miaozhu said, "It's almost Qingming Festival, so I'm going back to pay my respects and burn some paper money. I just bought my train tickets for tonight."

"It should have been like this a long time ago!" Chen Yuanyuan believed in the existence of ghosts and gods.

Otherwise she wouldn't have become so obsessed with novels.

"Then let's sleep with another one?" Chen Yuanyuan said.

"Ok!"

Song Miaozhu also climbed onto the bed.

I slept until the afternoon and was woken up by hunger.

After getting up and going to the school snack street with Chen Yuanyuan to eat spicy hot pot, Song Miaozhu went back to the dormitory, packed some things, and went to the train station.

The train station is not far from the school. It takes at most twenty minutes to walk there from the dormitory.

I bought a sleeper berth and fell asleep as soon as I got on the train. When I woke up, it was already the next day.

(End of this chapter)