Quick Transmigration: Don't Let That Cannon Fodder Go

Chapter 381 The Second Daughter in the Historical Fiction 76

As soon as Lao Jiang left, Lao Fu came out, dawdling around.

Seeing Song Qin standing outside, he didn't even glance at her, and continued to lie on his rocking chair, leisurely sipping his hot tea.

Song Qin asked with a smile, "Do you want noodles or something else?"

Old Fu kept his eyes closed and remained silent.

Song Qin continued, "I called you to get up for dinner last night, but you said you were sleepy. You got up so late this morning, you must be starving now, right?"

Actually, Lao Fu was a little uneasy.

He knew that the man surnamed Jiang must have told Song Qin about it.

But Song Qin didn't call to ask, and now that she's home, her attitude is no different from before.

Song Qin urged, "Eat something. You ate so late last night."

She knew that Lao Fu cared about his reputation, and now he felt he couldn't save face, just like before.

Old Fu frowned and said in a deep voice, "Why eat so late?"

Song Qin explained with some helplessness, "There are many things to prepare. The New Year is just around the corner, so we have to hurry up these next few days."

Preparing food and things for visiting relatives all need to be done in advance, but he hadn't prepared a single thing before I got back.

Old Fu opened his eyes impatiently and asked, "What dishes are there?"

Song Xianyin, who was standing outside, rolled her eyes.

He started putting on airs.

She felt that her mother had too good a temper; if she were more assertive, Lao Fu definitely wouldn't dare to be so arrogant.

At this moment, a plump old woman stood at the door for a while, then looked at Song Xianyin and asked, "Your mother is back?"

Song Xianyin replied, "Yes, I came back last night."

The old man gazed at the ground not far away and murmured, "Your mother has come back, but why haven't my children returned yet? Your mother went to a much farther place than they have gone."

Song Xianyin leaned against the door and casually replied, "I might go back tomorrow. There are a lot of people now, and the road might be blocked."

The old lady nodded: "Indeed, with so many people now, they must be stuck in traffic. Let's see if we can go back tomorrow."

Then she explained to Song Xianyin, "My two kids work in a factory and earn a lot of money. Last year they even sent me a lot of money. They're so filial."

Song Xianyin wasn't surprised and chimed in, "That's really good. You have two sons, so you don't have to worry about taking care of yourself in your old age."

The elderly in the village often do this; regardless of whether others ask or not, they suddenly start talking about their own stories.

Perhaps because no one usually talks to them, or perhaps because not many people respond, they just keep talking to anyone they can find.

Old Fu, wearing a felt hat and wrapped in layers of clothes, sat by the fire, leaning over the table, staring blankly at the ground beside him.

He said casually, "You really need to think about whether you want to continue being on good terms with this old fox."

He added, "I don't have much say in these matters. After all, I'm not of any use in this family. It's up to you."

Song Qin sighed and said, "Don't say that. This family belongs to us all."

Old Fu shook his head: "Anyway, I won't be visiting their house for the New Year this year. If you're going, take all three of them with you."

He glanced at Song Xianyin outside the door and continued, "You were right before, this second son is heartless. Every time there's a holiday, he runs off to the Jiang family's house to play, ignoring his father who lives there."

“If I weren’t still alive, I’d be afraid he’d be calling someone else ‘Dad’.”

He seemed to be thinking about something else, and muttered to himself, "I should have just let her take my surname. We don't even have the same surname, so we can't really connect."

Song Qin was frying oil when she glanced at Lao Fu and comforted him, "She's still young and doesn't understand many things. She'll understand when she grows up."

Old Fu shook his head, his face expressionless, and said, "Impossible. I've seen too many people in my life, but this second son is the most ruthless one I've ever met. He's impossible to tame."

Song Qin silently continued frying the oil, no longer saying a word.

Old Fu continued, "You see, when we used to argue, the eldest would help you with chores, and the third would comfort you. The eldest was still a boy. But what did the second eldest do? She just played by herself on the side."

“I knew from then on that my second daughter would never be close to me. I should have just let her get married. Anyway, she’s not related to the family. Now I’m spending so much of your money.”

Just as Song Qin was about to say something, Fu Ci came in from outside with a large pile of food.

Their conversation ended there.

Song Qinteng didn't open her hand, but asked with a smile, "Did you buy everything I asked you to buy?"

Fu Ci nodded: "Except for the twisted dough sticks, which were sold out, I was able to buy everything else."

Old Fu clicked his tongue: "How come that one is sold out? That's my favorite. Didn't you check out another place?"

Fu Ci replied, "The other one closed down a long time ago."

He put the things on the table and then walked out of the house.

Song Xianyin squatted at the door, wearing a large hat that almost covered her face.

Fu Ci leaned against the side and said casually, "Why are you standing here in the cold wind? You'll catch a cold again later."

Song Xianyin looked up and retorted, "What do you mean 'again'? I haven't had a cold this winter, okay?"

Fu Ci looked at her face, which was red from the cold, and remained silent for a while before saying, "Shall I get a coal stove for your room?"

He knew that Song Xianyin felt uncomfortable sitting in the living room.

Song Xianyin said, "I'll get poisoned! My room is sealed up tight. If they really put a coal stove in there, I won't even be able to celebrate the New Year."

Fu Ci asked impatiently, "How long are you going to stay outside?"

Song Xianyin became even more impatient: "What do you care how long I stay? Go warm yourself by the fire."

Fu Ci sneered: "Then don't follow me around later."

Ever since Song Qin returned, Song Xianyin has followed Fu Ci wherever he goes.

As soon as Song Xianyin sat down, Song Qin would try to chat with her, but Song Xianyin had no idea how to answer.

So, to avoid Song Qin's problems, she simply stayed by Fu Ci's side.

Fu Ci turned to go inside, but Song Xianyin tugged at his coat and whispered, "Why are you going in so early? Get some fresh air outside."

So Song Xianyin squatted down to look at the bare fields, while Fu Ci leaned against the side to look at the sky. The two of them stood at the doorway like two great Buddhas.

Song Qin came out halfway through and was stunned to see the two of them.

She frowned: "What are you all standing outside for? Hurry up and go inside. What if you catch a cold? Standing at the door during the New Year."

Fearing a scolding, Song Xianyin quickly went inside, while Fu Ci followed leisurely behind.

When Song Xianyin went in, she noticed that Lao Fu glanced at her, and his gaze was not very friendly.

Song Xianyin's anger flared up immediately; she still disliked him.

Of course, she didn't say this.

After finishing her homework, Fu Zhiyi went outside to warm herself by the fire.

When she sat down, she felt that the atmosphere was a little strange.