"Rascal, how many times has your grandpa visited you in your dreams now?”
“I’ve told you many times that I have no money for war anymore, why haven't you burned money for me yet? Are you treating your grandpa's words like wind passing by your ears?”
Zhang Di snapped awake, looked around, and the grim and terrifying environment changed into a classroom in an instant.
Another dream?
Zhang Di felt frustrated, he had been frequently dreaming of his grandfather who passed away years ago recently.
Every time, his granddad had only one purpose—to ask for money!
The excuse was forever the same... there's no money to fight a war!
An old man like him, what war is he going to fight?
Can't he just peacefully enjoy his...afterlife?
Weren't billions burned for him just a few days ago? Has he spent it all in such a short time?
Even a spendthrift wouldn't be like this.
Down there, his granddad couldn't possibly have been fooled into joining a pyramid scheme, could he?
Zhang Di shook his head, finding it unlikely as he thought about it.
"Zhang Di, did you have another nightmare?”
A soft and sweet voice resounded beside him. It was his neighboring classmate, Zhang Di's good neighbor, Qin Meng.
The little girl is very cute, with her hair in buns, a round face with big eyes, and a petite and delicate figure. Her presence easily rouses people's protective instincts.
"Uh, I don't know why, but I keep having nightmares whenever I sleep!"
Qin Meng questioned, "Are you dreaming about your grandfather again?"
Zhang Di replied with a bitter smile, "Exactly, I've had dreams of my grandfather at least twenty times this month, and each time I was burning paper money for him."
Qin Meng shyly smiled, "Perhaps your grandfather is having a hard time over there. How about after school I accompany you to burn some paper money for him?"
After saying this, Qin Meng's pretty face blushed, her eyes averted.
Zhang Di felt a bit gloomy, "Is his suffering worse than mine? At the very least, I am burning billions of paper money for him every time; I've never seen anyone burn any for me."
"Spit it out," Qin Meng quickly voiced, "You can't say such things carelessly. You can only burn money for the dead."
Zhang Di yawned, slowly awakening and said, "If I knew this would happen, I wouldn't have stayed up so late playing games last night, and now I'm extremely sleepy."
"Qin Meng, let me sleep a bit more. Remember to wake me up when class starts!"
"Mhm, you go to sleep."
After saying this, Zhang Di laid his head on the desk and continued to sleep. But, before drifting off, he mumbled one last sentence, "I better not dream about the old man again!"
The next second!
Zhang Di was surrounded by darkness, it was bleak all around and a life-like, robust older man stood before his eyes, looking very much like before...
"Grandpa, why are you here again?"
Zhang Di was both amused and puzzled, saying, "I'm still in school, you're asking me to burn paper money for you. Shouldn't I at least wait until I finish school to burn it for you?"
The robust old man puffed out his beard and glared, "What school? I'm already behind a month in soldier pay."
"If I don't distribute their salary, I'm afraid they're going to rebel. You really are as dense as a gnarled elm."
"Haven't I repeated this to you over and over? Why can't you understand? You can't just burn paper money any old way."
"You light it up and let it burn, not only does it pollute the air, but I can't even receive it! You're really making me lose face!"
"Never mind, sending you too many dreams is just wasting my energy. I might as well send someone to personally guide you on how to burn paper money."
"If you still don't learn, I'll bring you down myself and teach you how to burn paper money!"
Zhang Di's face turned pale with fright: o
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Take me with him?
What grudge? What resentment?
You're my very own grandfather!
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"Zhang Di, wake up! The teacher is coming!"
Zhang Di was jolted awake from his dream, covered in cold sweat.
His grandfather wanted to take him away? That’s too frightening.
Upon lifting his head, he saw the teacher was already approaching him.
Damn, he had fallen asleep again. Couldn't his teacher ever let up?
Zhang Di muttered under his breath, "Qin Meng, didn't you promise to wake me up before class?"
If she'd woken him up earlier, he might not have to hear the teacher's vindictive wording.
Qin Meng's face turned pink from embarrassment, she whispered back, "You were sleeping so soundly, I didn't have the heart to wake you..."
Lecturer Yang Tao came up to Zhang Di with an unfriendly look and a stern face.
"Zhang Di, how many times have you fallen asleep in my class now?"
Zhang Di fell silent. He had lost count...
"Every time I have a class, you're asleep. Do you think you can get into university like this? You might as well go home and roast sweet potatoes instead!"
Yang Tao slammed the textbook onto the table, anger radiating off him as he clenched a fist and rested it against his waist.
"I want to see your parent here tomorrow!"
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Scratching his head, Zhang Di said with an innocent look, "Teacher Yang, I don't have parents. Should I dig up my grandfather... to talk with you?"
His deceased grandfather was his only guardian.
"Pfft, that's just too much!"
"I have never seen a grandson who disrespects his ancestor like that."
"God, did he actually dig out his Grandpa?"
"Zhang Di, this lad, is filial to the extreme."
"He's so filial...it's powerful..."
The classmate's sighs echoed around.
Yang Tao's breath hitched as she realized. That Zhang Di seemed to be the only one in his family.
She had been so angry that she had forgotten about it.
Yang Tao took a deep breath, her gaze and tone became soft, "Stand and listen to the lecture. I will let you off this time, but it's not to be repeated!"
Zhang Di cracked a smile, "Thank you, Teacher Yang!"
Then the bell rang, signaling the end of class. Zhang Di's lips twitched. He only dreamed of his grandpa for less than a minute, and the class was already over?
With a helpless look, Yang Tao said, "The content of this class was very important, and you've missed it by sleeping. I... I will give you extra lessons on Sunday!"
After that, Yang Tao sauntered out of the classroom with a sway in her hips.
The whole afternoon, Zhang Di, though he was extremely tired, dared not sleep.
He was afraid of dreaming of his grandpa again.
He was not afraid of his grandpa asking for money, but he was afraid the old man would take him away.
Finally, when school was over and with dark circles under his eyes, Zhang Di headed straight to a funeral shop nearby.
"Boss, give me several stacks of hell money, the big ones, preferably the ones with denominations of 100 billion or 1,000 billion each!"
If 2,000 billion isn't enough, then 20,000 billion it is.
There must be an amount that will satisfy the old man.
This is what Zhang Di thought to himself.
The middle-aged chubby boss saw Zhang Di and asked in surprise, "Young man, why are you here again? Weren't you just here yesterday?"
The boss remembered him, he had been visiting multiple times this month.
Zhang Di sluggishly said, "Ah, don't mention it, lately I've been dreaming every day about my grandfather asking me to burn money for him."
"I burn about 900 to 800 billion each time, yet the old man still complains it's not enough. This time I'm going to burn more for him."
The boss chuckled, "Maybe the old man's expenses in the afterlife are quite high, so your way of burning isn't really effective."
"Why not burn him a money printer?"
Zhang Di's face showed complete shock; What the heck, a money printer? Is there such a thing?
Seeing Zhang Di's surprise, the boss laughingly said, "Send a money printer, so he can print as much money as he wants. This way he won't have to visit your dreams anymore."
That's a good idea.
Zhang Di's eyes lit up: "Uncle, you really know what you're talking about! I want a money printer, no... I want three of them!"
The boss looked pleased: This young man is really filial.
Be sure to look at the next thirty pictures, you can hit me if you don't laugh!