Quick Transmigration: Don't Let That Cannon Fodder Go

Chapter 390 The Second Daughter in the Historical Fiction 85

Old Lin's eyes flashed with disappointment when he saw that the matter had been resolved so easily.

He thought the two of them would fight, or at least start arguing, but it turned out to be just peaceful.

He smiled at Lao Fu and said, "I don't know her at all. She goes from house to house begging for vegetables."

"That woman is very lazy. Honest farmers like us wouldn't associate with her. You see, she doesn't farm, but whenever she wants to eat something, she shamelessly asks people for it."

“She used to offer us money, but we were too embarrassed to accept it, so she stopped giving it to us and kept coming to ask about it. You see, that's the kind of person she is.”

Old Fu's smile was a little stiff, but Old Lin liked to see him in this embarrassed state.

After going to the city, he really thinks he's a city person, and he keeps talking about how great the city is.

He's as if he's afraid others won't know that a woman is supporting him. Doesn't he feel ashamed, being a grown man?

For the rest of the time, Lao Fu kept observing Song Qin's expression.

But Song Qin's expression remained calm, and Lao Fu couldn't tell what she was thinking at all.

At first, Lao Fu was very nervous, fearing that Song Qin would stop giving him money in the future.

But the more he thought about it, the angrier he became. Why was Song Qin angry? She left him at home and was living a very successful life on her own.

Song Qin owes him.

And she was even thinking of abandoning him and taking the other two kids with her, leaving him all alone then? She's dreaming.

Upon thinking of this, Lao Fu's face immediately turned ugly.

If it weren't for the fact that it was someone else's house, he would have already started cursing at Song Qin.

What does she mean?

She didn't make a fuss or say a word. Was she just being childish?

Old Fu hates women who throw tantrums the most. When did Song Qin learn to do that?

Thinking about this, Lao Fu's face was full of impatience; women are such a hassle.

On his way home, Old Fu walked very fast with his cane, paying no attention to the people behind him.

His legs were already weak, and he was walking too fast, so he tripped and fell halfway there.

Old Fu was both embarrassed and angry, but the worst part was that Song Qin hadn't caught up yet, which made him feel even more ashamed.

Song Xianyin strolled leisurely behind, digesting her food, and asked, "Who upset him again?"

He gets angry for no reason every day. He gets angry for no reason, and no one understands why he's angry.

"Who knows him?" Fu Ci said calmly.

Song Xianyin chuckled softly, "Do you think he might one day drive himself crazy?"

Her idea was a bit malicious, but sometimes she really thought that way: if Lao Fu died one day, their family would be relieved.

Fu Ci's eyes crinkled into a smile as he lowered his voice: "Maybe."

Song Qin was walking slightly ahead.

She gazed quietly at the surrounding crops, her eyes lost in thought.

Fu Zhiyi stayed by her side the whole time, and she looked at Song Qin with concern.

Fu Zhiyi tugged at Song Qin's hand: "Mother, are you alright?"

When Song Qin saw the worried look on her face, she knew what the girl was thinking.

She smiled and comforted her, "Don't worry, Mom isn't thinking about that, she's thinking about the factory. I haven't been there for several days, and I'm afraid that when I go back for the New Year, a lot of things will have changed."

Fu Zhiyi breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly said, "Then I'll make it for you."

Song Qin smiled and patted her head.

It's true that it's always better to have your child with you.

The wind was chilly, and it was getting stronger and stronger.

Song Xianyin felt like her ears were about to freeze off.

She was wearing a hat, her hands in her pockets, and her eyes looked somewhat lost.

"Brother, after I get into high school, I'll go to university, then find a job, get married, and have kids. Is that my future?"

She didn't want to grow up anymore; she felt she had already seen the end of her life.

Fu Ci was silent for a moment, then asked, "Do you want to continue painting?"

Song Xianyin shook her head: "I don't know. But I don't want it to be like this."

She doesn't like this kind of predictable life, but she can't endure hardship either. She's a really contradictory person.

Fu Ci glanced down at her and said softly, "Let's take it one step at a time."

“But if I don’t get into our school’s high school, my life will be over,” Song Xianyin said, distressed.

"You won't be finished. There are many paths in life. Studying is not the only one, but it can certainly make things easier for you."

Fu Ci spoke slowly, his voice barely audible in the wind.

"You won't be finished as long as you leave here."

He grew up here and knows what kind of place it is. It looks simple and natural on the surface, but there are things hidden deep inside that only the locals know.

They knew about it but didn't think it was a big deal, because those things were perfectly normal in their minds.

The baby girl drowned, so be it; she can't carry on the family line anyway. The daughter-in-law was bought, so be it; they spent money on her. The child was stolen, so be it; she's still young, she'll recognize people when she grows up…

When Song Xianyin was born, she was supposed to be drowned by Lao Fu.

But Song Qin and her family threatened suicide to keep her.

Even if Song Xianyin wasn't a boy, she was still the child Song Qin carried for ten months and gave birth to. Even if she didn't like her, she couldn't possibly drown her.

This is probably the biggest difference between Song Qin and Lao Fu.

Old Fu has no humanity left.

Song Qin felt that Lao Fu's greatest virtue was that even when he was very angry, he would never hit anyone.

But the truth is, Lao Fu never farms or does any work; he has absolutely no strength.

On the contrary, Song Qin has many responsibilities. She used to do most of the farm work. If a fight really broke out, Lao Fu would only be beaten to death by Song Qin.

This is the suppression of absolute power.

Old Fu knew this, so he didn't confront Song Qin head-on, but instead suppressed her in other ways.

After returning home, Lao Fu locked himself in his room again and refused to come out for meals.

Song Qin was on the phone the whole time, seemingly discussing something about renting a house.

"Yes, yes, the money is negotiable, but it must be close to the school and not too chaotic."

Song Qin's voice on the phone was mixed with the sound of Lao Fu smashing things in the house.

Fu Zhiyi suddenly felt that this scene was extremely strange.

Song Qin acted as if she hadn't heard anything; she listened intently to the person on the other end of the phone.

"Yes, we'll go take a look in the next couple of days. It's better to decide as soon as possible."

She's leaving in a few days, so I need to get these things arranged first.