The Magic Door

In her past life, whenever Cheng Wennian worked overtime at night, he loved to drink a bowl of fish soup made by Jiang Rang's own hands. At that time, she would keep the soup warm for him in an earthenware pot. But in this life, Cheng Wennian would never have the chance to taste that soup again.

The siblings hitched a ride on a village tractor to the county seat, and upon arrival, they immediately ran to the hospital to visit their father. Jiang Rang poured out the hot fish soup she had stewed from the earthenware pot. Only after watching her father drink every last drop did she leave with peace of mind.

Jiang Xu looked at his beautiful, flower-like youngest daughter running back and forth to town every day to earn money, and his heart ached terribly. He said to his wife, Bai Huilan, "I don't want to burden Weimin and Xiao Rang anymore. I won't treat this illness."

Hearing her husband say this, Bai Huilan angrily slapped him and shouted, "It only takes a few thousand yuan to have a successful surgery! Your illness is not an incurable disease. Don't let Xiao Rang's efforts go to waste. Our daughter's husband has already been stolen by someone else; do you want her to have no father as well?"

Leaving the hospital, the siblings took a bus from the county seat to Luocheng. Jiang Rang led Jiang Weimin to her grocery store, pointed to the back door which was still relatively intact, and said, "Brother, open this door and see what is behind it."

Jiang Weimin didn't understand, but he reached out and pushed the door open. However, behind it was only a pile of desolate ruins and overgrown weeds. "The weeds are so tall. Be careful of snakes and insects. I'll clear this grass for you today."

Jiang Rang told her brother to carefully inspect the entire backyard. Jiang Weimin walked around and returned, confirming that there was nowhere to hide anyone.

Only then did Jiang Rang say, "Brother, this grocery store was passed down to me by Grandfather, and it has a miraculous trait. When I open this backyard door, the scene I see is different from what others see. Right now, behind this door is the world of twenty years later—a prosperous and developed society. Last time, I only brought two old hens, yet I sold them for three hundred and ten yuan. I used that money to buy clothes over there and brought them back here to sell, earning four hundred and fifteen yuan in the process. This grocery store of ours is just like a money-making machine."