Quick Transmigration: Don't Let That Cannon Fodder Go

Chapter 387 The Second Daughter in the Historical Fiction 82

The next morning, Song Qin was going to take Song Xianyin and the others to Old Jiang's house.

They changed into their new clothes early in the morning, but Lao Fu refused to go no matter what, and kept cursing at them.

Song Qin ignored him and only helped Song Xianyin tidy her clothes.

She instructed Song Xianyin, "When you arrive later, don't go without saying a word. Remember to greet people."

Old Fu glared at her from the side: "There are so many people in the village, why do you insist on going to his house to wish him a Happy New Year? That guy surnamed Jiang is the worst. He didn't know that when you weren't home, he didn't even plan to give me the money you sent back. Look at this kind of person."

Old Fu was smoking nearby, and the room was filled with smoke.

He was so angry he could hardly breathe, but he kept cursing: "I'm telling you right now, if you go to wish him a Happy New Year, don't bother coming back tonight."

Song Qin glanced at him helplessly: "Now is not the time to fool around. The person we should pay New Year's visits to the most in this village is Old Jiang. He has helped us so much. If you don't want to go, then don't go. There is still food at home. You can heat it up and eat it yourself later."

After saying that, Song Qin took Fu Zhiyi's hand and prepared to leave.

Old Fu got even angrier. He slammed his teacup on the table: "Are we sure we want to go? Are you sure you want to go against me?"

“Dad, stop joking around. Uncle Jiang has really helped us a lot. Even if you hate him, now is not the time,” Fu Zhiyi explained.

How could they not go and wish Old Jiang a Happy New Year?

Song Qin urged, "Let's go, let's go! They're about to start eating, and we can't wait until mealtime to go. That would be so impolite."

After Song Qin and Fu Zhiyi left, Old Fu was so angry at home that he kept stomping his feet.

Old Fu stood at the door, yelling at their retreating figures, "A bunch of idiots! People look down on you, and you don't even know it!"

His voice was very clear, but no one turned to look at him.

Old Fu was eating cold rice at home.

With Song Qin not around, he himself was too lazy to heat up his food.

The surrounding area was filled with laughter and joy. The neighbors' grandchildren had all returned, and the old folks were playing with their grandchildren.

Old Fu turned the radio up to the maximum volume, but it still couldn't drown out their laughter.

Several children ran curiously to the Fu family's house.

They were peeking out of the doorway, seemingly very interested in Old Fu lying in the rocking chair.

They would call out from inside the house every now and then, and then quickly leave.

After going back and forth like this several times, Lao Fu finally couldn't take it anymore.

Old Fu was shouting loudly at the door: "If you dare to cause trouble in my house again, you bunch of motherless bastards!" He stood with his hands on his hips, cursing under his breath.

"You have absolutely no manners, you're so old. Has no one ever told you not to just barge into other people's homes?"

The neighbor, hearing his words, felt a little uncomfortable: "Old Fu, what do you mean by that? We're all neighbors. The kid doesn't know any better; isn't it normal for him to visit each other?"

"Go to hell with your neighbors! What kind of neighbors are you? All you do is mock me all day long. What good are you? You bastard gave birth to a little bastard. I can't stand looking at you."

The children's fathers immediately stepped forward and shouted, "What did you say?"

Old Fu shouted even louder, he didn't believe these people would dare to touch him: "I'm talking to you, what's wrong with you! This kid has no manners at all, I was sleeping over there and they kept yelling at me."

The men started arguing immediately, pushing and shoving each other, and it looked like they were about to come to blows.

At this time, Song Qin was already at Lao Jiang's house.

Old Jiang's family cooked a lot of dishes, including many that Song Qin's family members liked to eat.

Aunt Jiang smiled and said, "Come on, eat more. You definitely can't get home-cooked meals when you're out."

Looking at Song Qin's gaunt face, she felt a pang of heartache in her eyes. "Are you going to keep wasting your time with him like this? Old Fu is useless too."

Song Qin forced a smile: "Auntie, to tell you the truth, I have no intention of separating from Lao Fu right now."

Is finding a new man necessarily better than Lao Fu? Not necessarily. It's better to just stay with Lao Fu; after all these years, they've already made it this far, and he's the child's biological father.

This is definitely better than other men; at least a biological father won't harm his own child.

Seeing that she couldn't persuade her, Aunt Jiang stopped talking.

This is, after all, their private matter. A gentle reminder is enough; saying more would be going too far.

Song Xianyin's favorite thing to do is play with the big yellow dog at Old Jiang's house.

The big yellow dog would hide whenever it saw Song Xianyin.

Song Xianyin quickly blocked its retreat: "Why are you hiding? I'll give you meat to eat."

The big yellow dog didn't even stick out its tongue; it just silently stared at Song Xianyin.

Song Xianyin is more annoying than all the other kids in the village.

Before long, the big yellow dog's ears were covered with all sorts of flowers.

It tried to shake off the flower on its head, but Song Xianyin patted its head and it immediately became obedient.

“I wanted to bring her over there,” Song Qin said, looking at Song Xianyin outside, “but she said she didn’t want to go, afraid she wouldn’t be used to it.”

Old Jiang frowned: "What's there to be uncomfortable about? I think my sister will definitely like it."

Aunt Jiang nodded: "She's probably just embarrassed. With that kind of personality, she can get along well anywhere."

Song Qin sighed: "But she really doesn't seem to want to go, and besides, she hasn't talked to me much these past few days since I came back."

“Every time I try to talk to her about something, she just lowers her head and plays with her hands, not wanting to say anything to me. We've become distant.”

Old Jiang was silent for a while. He looked at Song Qin and said, "She wouldn't be distant from you, no matter who she is. You are her mother. How could she be distant from you? She just hasn't gotten used to it yet."

Looking at Song Qin, who looked dejected, Old Jiang comforted her, "Everything has to have a beginning. You and Lao San were away for so long, and now that you're suddenly back, she's bound to feel a little unaccustomed. That's perfectly normal."

"But you can't think she's not close to you. If she really wasn't close to you, why would she always want to buy you things? She buys you medicine and a back brace... What's it called again? She said you should wear it when your back hurts. It's made of herbs, and that stuff is very expensive."

Old Jiang nodded: "Your daughter is quite promising; she knows how to buy things for her mother at such a young age."

Aunt Jiang advised, "Didn't you rarely talk to her back then? You've always been like this, you can't suddenly ask her to change, that's not fair to her."