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

Chapter 48 Old House Renovation
"By the way, I forgot to ask her if she wants the paper that grandpa made before. We still have quite a lot in stock!" said Wu Zhuxiang.

Why doesn’t grandpa want to be hospitalized for treatment?

Fear of physical suffering is one aspect, but more importantly, isn’t it because the family has no money and they are afraid of putting too much of a burden on them?

If that batch of paper can be sold, maybe grandpa would be willing to get treatment?

Dad and Mom Wu also thought of this and urged her to go and ask.

Master Wu's granddaughter: Miss Song, I didn't show you all the way through just now. There's still a lot of paper in the warehouse that my grandfather used to make. Although it's old, it's in very good condition, just as good as new. Do you want some?

【Meow Bamboo: Sorry, I just want new paper.】

Master Wu's granddaughter: Okay, excuse me.

Wu Zhuxiang shook her head at her parents: "She just wants new paper."

"Hmph! Looks like I have to do it myself!" A hoarse voice came from the door.

Wu Zhuxiang turned around: "Grandpa, why are you here?"

"I heard that people who know the value of my paper are willing to buy it in bulk!" The old man stroked his beard and said, "Don't try to stop me this time. Before the problem was found, I stayed in the workshop every day! Sooner or later, we will die, but lying in bed every day is worse than death."

After saying that, he rolled up his sleeves and got to work.

He picked up the knife and was about to cut through the bamboo when he was suddenly stunned: "Strange, why didn't you stop me this time?"

Wu Zhuxiang took out her cell phone: "Grandpa, look at this!"

"A medical miracle? Su Cheng He Zhen's pancreatic cancer healed on its own?" Old Master Wu's eyes widened. "This is truly... lucky!"

Although he acted as if he didn't care, who wants to wait for death?

Besides, he couldn't let it go! Even if he never treasured his own bamboo paper, no one in Xiangzhigou could match his bamboo paper making, and there was no one to succeed him!
"Grandpa! Miss Song said that Master He can heal herself while making embroidery. Maybe you can heal yourself while making bamboo paper too! Why not give it a try?"

Wu Zhuxiang said, "But you can't smoke anymore."

"Got it! Got it! I won't smoke anymore!" Old Master Wu said, "Stop messing around with your social media and just record it. Come and learn how to make bamboo paper from me! Why don't people want the paper you make? It's just not good enough!"

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Song Miaozhu contacted several papermaking businesses using traditional methods as usual.

I didn't find any old craftsman who could attract spiritual energy to make white tissue paper online, so I didn't buy it.
Shiqiao White Paper has found a hidden source of supply.

The account name is "Shiqiao single mother Dai Xiaojia".

It was a woman with two small children.

In the live broadcast replay, she mentioned that she was only 27 years old, but she looked to be in her 30s.

Her family is from Shiqiao, Yunnan and Guizhou, where white paper is produced. Her husband died unexpectedly, and she raised her two children alone by making handmade white paper.

The account has 30,000 followers, but looking at the product display window, the sales of handmade white paper are very low. However, the sales of other snacks sold during the live broadcast are slightly higher.

Judging from her recent video of making white paper, she is not far from attracting the spiritual light spots to break through the layers and merge into the paper. It is just a matter of the finishing touch.

The key is that she not only makes white paper, but also some colored paper, and her skills are equally good.

It’s just that she doesn’t seem to have much time to make white paper. In the video, she is mostly doing housework and taking care of children, and her living conditions are quite difficult.

Song Miaozhu calculated her income from selling goods at this level and found that she had spent a total of 10,000 yuan on various handmade papers from her. She also left her a message, hoping that she would make more and better handmade papers.

She only hoped that this sum of money would temporarily keep her from giving up her papermaking craft and completely transitioning to the livestreaming industry. If she just waited a little longer, she would be able to make white paper with an aura of spiritual energy, and then she would definitely buy more.

After a lot of hard work, she found that only the 10,000 sheets of paper made by Grandpa Wu Zhuxiang met her requirements.

Now I just hope Wu Zhuxiang can listen to her words and ask the old man to make more paper. Spiritual energy is more effective than taking medicine.

She followed the two accounts "Intangible Cultural Heritage Bamboo Paper Family" and "Shiqiao Single Mother Dai Xiaojia", and planned to watch their short videos and live broadcasts every day to follow their progress.

When Song Miaozhu turned off the video software, he looked at the time and it was almost four o'clock in the afternoon.

She quickly closed the shop and rode the electric scooter she had just bought last week to the north of the ancient town.

She hasn't been back to the old house for several days. Although the repair and decoration of the old house were contracted to a decoration company, she still has to go and check it every two days.

Otherwise, it would be bad if you spend money but end up not getting what you want.

This time, the electric scooter rode directly to the gate of the yard.

The road from the foot of Xiaozhu Mountain to her home has been rebuilt into a single-lane asphalt road.

The locust flowers in the yard have fallen, and the locust tree looks a little wilted after days of renovation.

But the yard itself has been completely renovated.

The water and electricity in the whole house were reconnected, the old and miscellaneous items in the side rooms were demolished and rebuilt, and the other houses were repainted and renovated.

Only in appearance, it is still the common antique house in the town, but the interior has changed a lot.

She likes the Chinese architectural style of the old house with white walls, black tiles and bluestone slabs, but she doesn't like the dark and depressing environment inside the house.

The exterior continues the previous style and is even more refined, but the interior is more inclined towards French pastoral style, which increases the lighting and makes it more warm and livable.

Song Miaozhu walked around the house and found basically no problems.

"Ms. Song, the hard decoration is basically finished now, and the soft decoration will be put into the house soon. We will carry out the soft decoration according to the renderings I showed you before. Do you think there are any problems?" said the project manager of the decoration company.

Song Miaozhu confirmed: "No problem, just follow the previous design."

"Then it will be delivered in about half a month. All the furniture is made of solid wood, so you don't have to worry about formaldehyde. After delivery, you can basically move in with your luggage."

"Okay! Then I'll wait for your good news!" said Song Miaozhu.

In total, more than two million yuan was invested in the old house.

The money was well spent and I basically didn't fall into any traps.

The home she had in mind was gradually being realized.

Song Miaozhu left the old house satisfied.

Passing North Street, she loosened her grip on the bike.

During this period, she lived in the paper shop, which was a little far away from North Street.

I usually buy things online if I need them. I am too lazy to go out of Huaihua Lane unless I have nothing to do. Even when I eat, I mostly order takeout, let alone eat at Chenma Restaurant.

Chen Ma Restaurant doesn’t have a takeout business.

Song Miaozhu really wanted to eat this, so he stepped on the brake and turned into Laobei Street.

(End of this chapter)