Quick Transmigration: Don't Let That Cannon Fodder Go

Chapter 397 The Second Daughter in the Historical Fiction 92

Women are all the same, no two are any good.

After discussing it at the Fu family's house, the villagers came to this conclusion.

You have to hit and scold them, otherwise things will get out of hand.

They went home for lunch at noon, and that was the end of the conversation.

Old Fu looked at Song Xianyin as she walked out, his face very unpleasant.

"Did you already know? You and your daughter teamed up to lie to me, didn't you?"

Song Xianyin ignored him. The food was still warm, so she served herself some and started eating.

Old Fu got even angrier when she ignored him.

He sat in the rocking chair, his tone cold: "Your mother definitely won't tell you. You don't even know how much she hates you. You even share her surname. If you didn't, you would have been thrown out long ago."

“The eldest is a boy, and he’s going to be successful. The third is studying in the city. You’re not very useful.”

He stared at Song Xianyin, trying to see signs of anger on her face.

But to his disappointment, Song Xianyin showed no expression.

Old Fu felt like he'd punched cotton, and didn't want to talk to her anymore. He just sat there by himself, muttering something to himself.

He shouldn't have agreed to let Song Qin go in the first place.

He needs to think of a way to get her back as soon as possible.

At this moment, Song Qin and Fu Zhiyi were sleeping in the car.

The snoring in the car was just as loud as Lao Fu's, and it wasn't just one person snoring; it was several people snoring together.

The sounds rose and fell, and sometimes when one person's voice fell silent, another person's voice would start.

Fu Zhiyi opened her eyes wearily. Who could sleep in this state?

She couldn't help but move slightly, waking Song Qin up.

Song Qin groggily touched her: "Why aren't you sleeping? We won't get home until very late."

Fu Zhiyi whispered, "I can't sleep."

Song Qin tried to persuade her to sleep for a while, but in the process, she herself fell asleep.

The driver kept chatting with the man in the passenger seat.

“It used to be easy to make money, but it’s not so good now. I used to make a lot of money running a hair salon, and I also had relatives in the police station.”

The man, smoking a cigarette, sighed, "Back then, I earned more in a day than most people saved in a month. Now I'm down on my luck and can only do manual labor."

The driver smiled and said, "Moving bricks is fine too. It's all about working by yourself."

"Having made so much money, how could I possibly care about this little bit more? I'm always feeling resentful now." The man exhaled a smoke ring, his eyes filled with utter desolation.

"At that time, many young girls from our village went with me. Everyone wanted to make money, and I was happy to take them with me."

“There was a girl whose father died early, and she was worried about leaving her mother alone at home, so she took her mother with her. Then the girl worked as a prostitute, and her mother was in charge of managing the money for her.”

An older woman overheard this and looked at her with disdain: "Why would you do something like this? It's shameful to talk about it."

The man chuckled. "What's so shameful about it? They didn't steal or rob anything. Otherwise, where would those two women find work?"

The old woman immediately shook her head: "Hey, don't say such things, don't say such things, it makes me feel dirty."

The man and the driver smiled and remained silent.

Fu Zhiyi felt a little scared as she listened.

She couldn't understand why they could talk about such things so openly, without any sense of shame.

She secretly observed the driver and the man; they looked like gangsters.

Fu Zhiyi was a little scared; she was afraid they would sell everyone in the car to hair salons.

As we were driving, someone suddenly asked, "Why aren't we taking the same road as before?"

The driver explained, "The previous road was too congested, so we're switching to another one today. This road is faster."

Fu Zhiyi felt even more panicked.

She didn't see that the road was crowded at all.

Fu Zhiyi grew increasingly anxious, wondering what the driver was up to.

She quickly shook Song Qin.

Song Qin woke up groggily, her voice a little loud: "Have we arrived yet, Second Brother?"

All eyes on the bus turned to look.

Fu Zhiyi felt a little embarrassed and asked in a low voice, "Mother, is this the road we're taking?"

She wanted to remind Song Qin, but she was afraid that others would hear.

Song Qin opened her eyes with difficulty and glanced at her surroundings.

"We're not there yet, it's still a long way off."

After saying that, she lay down and went back to sleep.

Fu Zhiyi felt even more panicked.

The driver smiled at Zhiyi and said, "Little sister, I'll call you when you arrive. You can sleep soundly."

Fu Zhiyi forced a bitter smile. How could she possibly sleep now? She was terrified.

One used to run a hair salon, and the other used to go to hair salons; they don't seem like decent people at all.

Fu Zhiyi was worried the whole way.

As she watched people get off the bus one by one, she grew increasingly panicked.

It was already quite dark, and besides the driver, there were only her and Song Qin in the car.

Song Qin slept all day and is now very energetic.

"Second brother, take a nap. You haven't slept all day."

Fu Zhiyi shook her head vigorously: "I'm not sleepy."

Song Qin looked at Fu Zhiyi with some confusion and touched her face: "Why is your face so pale?"

The driver glanced at the rearview mirror: "Are you carsick? I'll open all the windows."

An old lady just complained that the wind was too strong and that it was giving her a headache, so she closed all the windows.

"Maybe, this kid has always been carsick." Song Qin looked at Fu Zhiyi with some concern.

"Why is his face so pale? Could it be that some kind of evil spirit has possessed him?"

They had just passed a grave, and Song Qin couldn't help but let her mind wander.

Fu Zhiyi's nerves only relaxed after she got home.

She and Song Qin carried the luggage upstairs little by little.

"Mom, let's not ride in his car anymore, okay?" Fu Zhiyi hesitated for a moment before speaking.

Song Qin was puzzled and asked, "Why don't you ride in his car anymore? His car is cheaper than others."

Fu Zhiyi whispered, "I heard him telling someone else today that he had been to one of those hair salons."

Song Qin laughed immediately: "Mother thought something had happened, but it's nothing. Many people go to places like that. Look at the men outside, how many haven't been there?"

Seeing that Fu Zhiyi was still afraid.

She comforted Fu Zhiyi: "It's okay, don't be afraid. I've ridden in his car many times, and there's never been a problem. Besides, even if there is a problem, we have hands, feet, and mouths, so what are we afraid of? I don't believe that two grown men can't beat him."

Fu Zhiyi was getting anxious. Why didn't her mother take these things to heart? This was very dangerous.

But no matter what she said, Song Qin seemed indifferent, and there was nothing she could do.

I can only pray that they won't ride in his car again.

Winters in Linhai City are warmer than at home, and there's no howling wind outside. Fu Zhiyi, wearing a cotton-padded coat, felt sweating on her back.