Reborn with a Cell Phone 2007

Ji Shumiao received a call from Brother Lang after school: "I have missed too many classes and need to stay to make up for them. Don't wait for me, go back first."

Ji Shumiao laughed maliciously and exposed him mercilessly: "Did you fail the monthly exam? Did you get scolded badly?"

His tone was full of gloating.

Ji Shulang sighed and said, "Children should behave like children. They should be kind and cute."

Ji Shumiao stuck out his tongue disdainfully: "Slightly~"

The snow was not heavy today and it has stopped now, but the sky is still gloomy with light rain. A breath of the cold air wrapped in the north wind can hurt your respiratory tract.

Ji Shumiao put on her hat, scarf and earmuffs, and called Du Zixi and Han Qi to go with him. She asked Yang Donglin to send them back first.

It was a rainy and snowy day, and everything was cold and wet. The three of them walked carefully all the way to the school gate and got in the car. The heater in the car was turned on high enough, and the three children began to take off their coats and cold-proof equipment as soon as they got in the car.

“Wow, it’s great that I don’t have to squeeze on the bus to go home…” Han Xiaopang, who was sitting in the passenger seat, was so moved that his eyes filled with tears.

Du Zixi: "Thank you, Miaomiao. Our dads are all in a meeting. If it weren't for you, we would have to wait for a long time for the bus."

Han Qi and Du Zixi have known each other since childhood. Their fathers are both civil servants and work in the same unit. However, in Beijing, no matter how high an official is, he is not considered a high-ranking official. Their fathers are even lower-ranking, being only small section chiefs in the district sanitation department.

Inside and outside the car window, it's like two different worlds.

The sanitation workers on the roadside waved bamboo brooms, sweeping the fallen leaves soaked by rain and snow, stopping from time to time to blow a few breaths of warm air on their palms; the traffic police who took over from their colleagues were so cold that their faces turned red, and they walked down the duty desk stiffly and limped away; the construction workers sitting on the roadside wolfed down a steamed bun, choked and beat their chests, and hurriedly drank two sips of cold water at the urging of the foreman...

"How many sanitation workers are there in our district?" Ji Shumiao asked the two.

Han Qi scratched his head: "I don't know either."

Du Zixi thought hard: "Seven or eight hundred, maybe more than a thousand..."

She couldn't say exactly how much.

After sending the two friends home, Ji Shumiao did not go home, but went to the company and stopped the employees who were about to leave work: "Stay and work overtime. I have an idea. Everyone has worked hard today to come up with a plan. HR will record everyone's overtime hours today and count them as overtime pay. Administration will buy dinner for everyone. Don't save money and let everyone eat better. Everyone who gets off work later can take a taxi home, and the finance department will reimburse you."

After hearing her words, the employees who were left to work overtime basically had no complaints.

Ji Shumiao always keeps in mind that the employees who receive a salary are working for her, not working for her.

The poor people’s winter is one of restraint, and shivering is all they remember about winter.

As originally planned, dinner at home was hotpot.

Ji Shumiao said that he would provide free hot tea to outdoor workers in the Sijia Tea House, and set aside a corner for outdoor workers to rest and eat.

"After calculating the cost, each store can control it to about 500 per day, and the main store will have a higher flow of people. Letting construction workers and sanitation workers go into the store to rest may affect some business. But Uncle Tang also supports me to do this. He said that money can never be earned enough, so I will help as much as I can."

"We will support you even more. Just do it if you want." Ji Zhenhua smiled and picked up a piece of mutton roll for her. "My daughter is really capable."

Qin Rong: "Why didn't I think of that! The hot pot restaurant can provide hot soup, vegetable soup, egg soup, etc., and boil a big pot for the workers. Sister, what do you think?"

"Of course." Qin Yun smiled and said, "You decide on the hot pot restaurant yourself. Whatever my sister does is right. I will accompany your brother-in-law for the time being."

Ji Shiqian was in good spirits at the moment, but he had no appetite. He would only reluctantly take a few bites of the food Qin Yun picked for him.

After dinner, Ji Shumiao held a serious safety education meeting for the whole family, explaining various cases he had heard in his previous life.

"Especially the men in our family, from grandpa to Lang, must be wary of honey traps."

Grandpa: "Ah? I'm an old man, and I still want to use honey traps?"

Ji Shulang was puzzled: "Me?"

"Yes, men become bad when they have money, because there are too many temptations! Always be vigilant!" Ji Shumiao tapped the blackboard with a folding fan, "Always remember that women out there are after your money. Who cares what kind of person you are, whether you are an old man, a married man, or a kappa? They don't care. As long as you have money, they will pounce on you."

Ji Shulang gritted his teeth: "... Kappa?! Who are you talking about?"

"Pay attention to classroom discipline and don't interrupt the teacher during class." Ji Shumiao cleared his throat. "Of course, we ladies should also be wary of beauty traps, but since the ladies in our family will not be at risk of this, I won't go into details. Okay, now let me talk about how to deal with a crisis..."

……

Ji Shumiao called Zechuan before going to bed. Among the things he gave to him and his grandma last time, there was a mobile phone.

As soon as the call was connected, Ji Shumiao asked bluntly, "Do you have frostbite?"

Zechuan laughed: "No, grandma and I are warming ourselves by the fire. The last time you came back, Uncle Qian helped me chop a lot of firewood, enough for grandma and I to use for the whole winter. We even use hot water to wash the vegetables and dishes."

The door of Zechuan's house was closed tightly. He and Grandma Xiuying were sitting around the brazier, warming themselves by the fire and chatting. A sweet potato was buried under the charcoal fire, emitting a faint sweet smell.

"That's good." Ji Shumiao pulled the ears of the rabbit doll, "Is the quilt thick enough? Forget it, I'll send you two more duvets tomorrow."

Please also arrange for electric blankets.

Zechuan said quickly: "It's enough, it's enough. Grandpa Qin Sheng and Grandma Xiang Xiu gave us several quilts when they went to Beijing."

"Don't be stubborn. This winter will be very cold. You can handle it, but Grandma Xiuying can't." Ji Shumiao said in a domineering tone, "I asked you to take Grandma Xiuying to the county hospital before. Did you go? What did the doctor say?"

"I went there, and the doctor said they were common diseases among the elderly, and there was...nothing that could be done."

No matter how advanced the medical skills are, aging cannot be cured.

Ji Shumiao sighed in his heart: "You should spend more time with Grandma Xiuying."

Grandma Xiuying is about to die and she is blind again. She can't leave Zechuan at this time. Ji Shumiao wants to bring Zechuan to Beijing, but he can only make plans after Grandma Xiuying leaves.

Ji Shumiao talked to Grandma Xiuying for a while, coaxing the old lady to go to sleep happily, and then hung up the phone.

Then it suddenly occurred to me – there’s no heating in schools in the south, right?

Ji Shumiao sat up again, picked up the notebook on the bedside table and added an electric hot water bottle, writing gloves, snow boots and other things, so as not to forget when sending them to Zechuan tomorrow.

Ahhhh! The school environment in Chutuo County is even worse, the windows are drafty!

Want to donate? Ah——

Let's just donate some... Just donate the supplies directly, talk to the manufacturer about the price, and save some money...

Ji Shumiao felt like crying but had no tears. He calculated the financial situation of his family and several companies and planned to discuss it with his family tomorrow.

Heartache, difficulty losing weight, mushrooms.

Kindness does not command the army, and righteousness does not command wealth. Our ancient ancestors were right.

Ji Shumiao groaned in pain...