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

Chapter 19 Fat Calico Cat
Not only do you want to improve your craftsmanship, but you also need to fold some and save them for burning when you visit the graves the day after tomorrow.

Although her relatives have been reincarnated and cannot receive the burned items, they still have to go.

No matter whether it was taken away by wandering ghosts or wasted, she, a paper-making maker, could not even properly pay tribute to her relatives, let alone others.

As his fingers flew, the gold ingot gradually took shape.

"Not up to standard."

"Not up to standard."

"It's still not up to standard."

“This one is in good condition.”

"It's not up to standard again."

……

She didn't know how long she had been folding until she reached into the trash can filled with gold paper and found nothing. All the gold paper was used up. She looked up and noticed that it had gotten dark without her noticing.

After opening her third eye, the night had little effect on her vision. The only downside was that she was more likely to ignore changes in the surrounding light.

At this time, the large bamboo basket on her left was filled with low-quality gold ingots.

In the small bamboo basket on the right, four first-grade gold ingots were lying alone.

Today I got one more low-grade gold ingot than the day before yesterday, which is a small improvement.

Song Miaozhu moved the bamboo basket back to the store, put the high-quality gold ingots into the ghost shop's cargo box, and prepared to go back.

The cane was tucked under her armpit. Just as she locked the door, she heard a sound from behind her: "Meow~"

Song Miaozhu looked back and saw a chubby calico cat squatting under the locust tree.

As if knowing she was looking at him, Fat Sanhua stood up, turned around and walked out of the alley. After taking two steps, he saw that she didn't catch up, so he turned back and called out to her again: "Meow~"

"You want me to go with you?" Song Miaozhu asked.

"Meow~" the calico cat called again and continued to walk forward.

Song Miaozhu followed.

The calico cat took two steps and then looked back at her, as if to confirm that she was still there.

Song Miaozhu followed the cat out of Huaihua Lane and into the street outside.

Tourists came and went on the street, and the calico cat moved nimbly among them without anyone noticing.

Song Miaozhu followed her all the way to Garbage Alley.

It was originally an alley without a name, but because it became the town’s garbage transfer point, it was called Garbage Alley.

"Meow~" the calico cat urged her to follow.

Walking past the large trash can by the wall, I went further into the alley, where there was an abandoned small sofa.

There was also a fat calico cat lying at the foot of the sofa, but it had already become cold.

There were no visible injuries, so he might have been poisoned.

Under its belly, there are three little balls crying for food and meowing.

The little black ball seemed to smell a familiar scent, and came out from under the cold belly of the cat mother, groping its way to the calico cat ghost squatting next to it.

The little black ball tried to get into the calico cat's belly, but missed it and rolled to Song Miaozhu's feet.

The little white dumpling and the little orange dumpling also came out later, and crawled to the little black dumpling by smelling its scent.

The three balls huddled together.

Song Miaozhu sighed and looked at the calico cat ghost who brought her here: "Do you want me to take care of your child?"

"Meow~" The calico cat ghost looked at her pleadingly.

"Okay!" Song Miaozhu rolled up the hem of her sweatshirt and put the three little fur balls in it: "I will take good care of them, don't worry!" The calico cat ghost came over and rubbed her trouser leg, then disappeared.

The little black ball seemed to sense something and meowed.

The little orange dumpling and the little white dumpling also realized it later and started shouting.

The Sanhua mother takes good care of them, and each of them has fluffy and clean fur and a round head.

It’s just that it’s too small, and the blue film of the eyes hasn’t faded yet. It must not be a full moon yet.

Song Miaozhu touched them carefully. The round, furry little balls raised their heads and rubbed against her palms, meowing non-stop.

Her heart melted.

Yun has been raising cats for two or three years, and she finally has her own cats, three at that!

The moment she saw them, Song Miaozhu even thought of names for them: "Little Coal Ball, Little Snowball, Little Ingot! I'll get you some food right away! But we have to bring your mother along first."

Song Miaozhu went to the trash can and picked up a handbag. She put the slightly stiff body of the calico cat into it and walked out of the alley carrying it.

Worried that the kitten would be hungry for too long, Song Miaozhu ran straight to the nearest store, bought a box of Shuhua milk, and quickly returned to her home on Xiaozhu Mountain.

Found a small bamboo basket and an old syringe from the utility room.

She also found a flowery cotton jacket she wore as a child from the closet and put it in the bamboo basket.

I put the three kittens in and went to the kitchen with the bamboo basket.

I quickly boiled a pot of water, disinfected the old syringe with boiling water, soaked the Shuhua milk until it was warm, and then fed the baby with a thin syringe.

The little snowball, whose cry was the most faint, was caught in the palm of the hand first. It did not resist at all. When Song Miaozhu put the syringe tip to its mouth, it immediately held it firmly in its mouth and drank up half of the milk in a short while.

Xiao Xuetuan urged, "Mimi!"

Song Miaozhu fed him another tube.

After feeding Xiao Xuetuan, Song Miaozhu touched its belly and said, "If you drink any more, it will burst. Be good, I'll feed it later."

When putting it back into the bamboo basket, Song Miaozhu suddenly discovered that there was only a small black fur ball in the basket.

Not far away, next to the bowl of milk, there was a little orange guy.

Little Yuanbao couldn't wait and escaped from prison to have the buffet. Only Little Coal Ball stayed where he was.

Song Miaozhu tentatively put the small coal ball next to the milk bowl, and then it started drinking it by itself.

"Mimi!" Xiao Xuetuan also struggled.

After Song Miaozhu put it down, it ran straight to the arms of its brothers and sisters for a snack.

"Did I feed too little?" Song Miaozhu checked on her phone with some doubt in her mind, and then came to a conclusion.

It’s not that she didn’t feed them enough, it’s that these three kittens don’t know when to be full.

No, Little Coal Ball still knew how to control his food intake. The other two little guys were determined not to stop until they licked the bottom of the bowl clean, and their bellies had swelled up like balloons.

Song Miaozhu could only stop them manually and took the bowl away: "You are still young, you can't eat too much at one time, eat later!"

After putting them back into the bamboo basket and watching them lick their fur for a while, Song Miaozhu went to the yard with a hoe.

She dug a deep pit at the foot of the old locust tree in the yard and buried Sanhua's mother's body in it.

If she buried it in the wild, she was worried that some animal would dig it out and eat it, so it was safe only here.

After finishing all these, Song Miaozhu remembered that she had forgotten to eat dinner.

The kitten is so cute that she didn't even notice she was hungry.

It’s too late to go out now, it’s almost time for the ghost shop to open.

(End of this chapter)