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

Chapter 7 Chen Ma Restaurant
And this job can be done anywhere. You just need to spend four hours every day to watch the store in the underworld.

As for the computer expertise she learned with great effort, Song Miaozhu said that she originally learned this for the high salary. Now that she has ways to make more money, why should she still be a programmer?

The pressure of finding a job was swept away, and Song Miaozhu stood up happily: "Ahem!"

A series of coughs.

The house has been unoccupied for a long time and is very dusty.

At the same time, my stomach was protesting, rumbling loudly to make its presence felt.

Since I am not planning to go back to Jiangcheng to work, I will definitely live in the old house for a long time. I need to clean the yard inside and out and buy some new things.

Song Miaozhu simply went to town to have dinner and buy some things.

She also did not forget what her grandmother had said about ghosts in the world of the living, so when she went out at night, she took the ancestral rattan stick with her.

As long as the ghosts couldn't hurt her, there was nothing to be afraid of.

She made mental and physical preparations before opening the door to the main room and going out.

There was no suspicious presence in the yard, only the old locust tree standing there quietly, and she breathed a sigh of relief.

Next is the yard door.

The last section of the road at the entrance is overgrown with weeds, and then there are scattered terraces and mountain roads in the fields.

There is no light in these places.

When she was a child, she would feel fear of the unknown whenever she walked this road alone at night.

But now Song Miaozhu knew that all those fears came from the random thoughts in her mind. At least in her eyes, this place was clean and there was not a single ghost.

Grandma said that ghosts will stay in the world of the living longer after the spiritual energy is revived, and it is obviously not the time yet.

Moreover, except for some scattered fields below her home, the rest of Xiaozhu Mountain is covered with dense bamboo forests.

The roots of bamboo are very powerful. When burial was popular in the town, there were no cemeteries on Xiaozhu Mountain. Most of the cemeteries were on the mountains to the west.

After the mandatory implementation of cremation, all graves were moved to cemeteries. Only the old graves of those who had no living relatives remained in the original places, and as time passed, they merged with the earth.

And the town's cemetery is even farther away.

Thinking about it this way, it’s normal that there are no ghosts on Xiaozhu Mountain.

Song Miaozhu's hand, which was tightly holding the cane, relaxed a little, and she felt a little regretful.

I wonder how ghosts stay in the world of the living after people die?

What are the rules for ghosts to go to the underworld?
She is now full of curiosity about the group of ghosts.

Passing through the relatively quiet residential area in the north of the town, the tourist commercial street in the south of the town is still brightly lit and crowded with tourists.

The streets on both sides of Xiaoli River are even busier than during the day.

However, Song Miaozhu did not go there. She was looking for a place to eat on Laobei Street next to the residential area.

Before Yuanshan Town expanded and developed its tourist area, North Street was the main street in the town and the most lively place in the entire Yuanshan Town.

Now North Street has become the old North Street. There are still tourists coming here during the day, but at night they all go to Xiaolijiang to see the lights and river views, and it becomes much quieter here.

But the shops on the street remain the same.

Song Miaozhu walked straight into "Chen Ma Restaurant" at the corner of the street.

This shop was owned by her childhood friend, Chen Shuanghe's family. They lived close to each other and went to the same elementary and middle school and high school.

At that time, Song Miaozhu liked to eat here very much.

However, Chen Shuanghe attended a third-tier university in Lingcheng.

Song Miaozhu was attending university in Jiangcheng, and was busy working part-time to earn a living during the holidays. We rarely saw each other during college, and we only contacted each other through mobile phones.

I haven't been here for a long time. The decoration of the store seems to have been renovated, but there are not many customers, only two people wiping the tables.

No! It's a person! And there's another one... a ghost!
When the man and the ghost heard the sound, they both turned their heads.

"Oh! Miaozhu is back!" Aunt Chen quickly called her, "Hurry up and sit down!"

Song Miaozhu tried hard to ignore the slightly illusory ghost and just looked at Chen Ma and said, "Chen Ma, I want a plate of stir-fried bamboo shoots with bacon and a plate of stir-fried seasonal vegetables!"

"Okay, okay! Xiao He is at home too! I'll call her right away!" Then he turned around and shouted, "Xiao He, Xiao He! Come out quickly! Miao Zhu is back!"

A young girl wearing a hat and a kitchen uniform quickly walked out from the kitchen. Seeing her, she exclaimed in surprise, "Song Miaozhu! It's really you! Why didn't you tell me you were back?"

"Didn't I say it?" Song Miaozhu said guiltily.

I originally just wanted to come back to solve the nightmare problem, but now I really have to stay.

"Huh, don't I know you? You're craving my mom's cooking again!" Chen Shuanghe said unhappily, then laughed again, "But my mom has retired now, and I, a humble but humble chef, am the head chef of this restaurant! Tell me, what do you want to eat? Today, I'll let you taste my cooking!"

"Then let me tell you! I want a stir-fried bamboo shoots with bacon and a stir-fried seasonal vegetables! If they don't taste good, you're doomed!" said Song Miaozhu.

"I will definitely not let you down! Just sit for a while, it will be ready soon!" Chen Shuanghe said and went back to the kitchen.

While talking to Chen Shuanghe, Song Miaozhu finally took the opportunity to see clearly the appearance of the ghost behind Chen Ma.

It’s Chen Shuanghe’s father!
Chen Shuanghe's father died early, and Song Miaozhu had never actually seen him. As far as she could remember, Chen Shuanghe's father had been gone.

However, she had seen Uncle Chen's portrait many times at Chen Shuanghe's house, so it was definitely him!
I'm glad it's not a strange ghost. Uncle Chen's ghost will never harm Chen Shuanghe and the others.

But why is Uncle Chen so wet?

She remembered that Uncle Chen died of cancer, not drowning, right?
While Aunt Chen was pouring tea for her, Song Miaozhu deliberately looked at Uncle Chen.

Chen Daming immediately noticed Song Miaozhu's gaze.

He looked back, and there was no one behind him, so... she was looking at him!!!
Thinking that the Song family had been in the funeral business for several generations, an idea came to his mind.

The girl from the Song family wouldn’t be able to see him, right?

When he saw Song Miaozhu nodded, he realized that he had been a ghost for so long and was used to talking to himself that he accidentally said something out loud.

He immediately floated over, but was afraid of the rattan stick Song Miaozhu placed on the table and didn't dare to get too close:
"Song girl! Hurry up and tell your mother Chen and Shuanghe. The stone covering my grave is cracked. Whenever it rains, the graveyard floods, and all the paper money for the dead at home has been soaked!"

"My ghost power is not enough, and I can't understand my dreams every time. I really can't live in this house anymore. Please help me!"

"I understand." Song Miaozhu said softly.

"Miaozhu, what did you say? I didn't hear you clearly!" Aunt Chen came back with the teapot and poured her tea.

"Auntie Chen, I heard that Qingming Festival is coming soon. Have you gone to visit Uncle Chen's grave?" Song Miaozhu said.

"Not yet! I plan to go next week." Aunt Chen said, "You came back this time to visit the graves, right?"

(End of this chapter)