Quick Transmigration: Don't Let That Cannon Fodder Go

Chapter 364 The Second Daughter in the Historical Fiction 59

That evening, Fu Zhiyi gave Lao Fu the money that Song Qin had asked him to bring.

Old Fu sat on the edge of the bed, hunched over as he counted his money.

The candlelight in the room was dim, so he squinted and leaned closer to look.

Fu Zhiyi stood quietly to the side, looking at Old Fu in front of her.

It seemed she had never really looked at him closely.

When she was little, she thought her father was the most terrifying person in the family. Whenever he got angry, there was never any peace in the family.

But now, his hair is almost completely white. He has never done any work in his life. His clothes are wrinkled and have several holes, making them look more like rags than clothes.

"Bring me that lamp from your room." His voice was a little hoarse, and his eyes were red.

"Song Xianyin is painting."

He snorted coldly: "Painting, painting, painting all day long, I don't believe she can achieve anything with her paintings. This lamp is a waste of hers."

Old Fu is the one who eats the most in the family, but now he is so thin that he looks like skin and bones. His face is a bit long and his cheeks are sunken, which looks a bit eerie in the dark.

The skin on his hands was very thin; in the candlelight, she could even clearly see the bluish-purple veins on the back of his hands.

Fu Zhiyi glanced at her own hands, then at Lao Fu's hands. His hands were black, not a healthy tan, but a deathly black.

How's your studies going over there?

Old Fu was very satisfied with the money, and the smile on his face deepened considerably.

"It's alright, I've improved since the midterm exam," Fu Zhiyi replied.

Old Fu nodded and lay back down on the bed. Fu Zhiyi saw that the flesh on his calves had sunken in, and she felt a mix of emotions.

"Okay, you can go now, I'm going to sleep."

Old Fu looked at her warily. Of course, he couldn't leave this money under Fu Zhiyi's nose. What if she discovered where he hid the money and stole it?

Kids these days are something else!

Fu Zhiyi left the room, feeling guilty. She felt guilty towards her childhood self and towards her mother, because she had actually started to sympathize with her father, even though he had been a burden to the family all along.

Song Qin also gave Fu Ci a sum of money.

Fu Zhiyi knocked on Fu Ci's door again.

Fu Ci opened the door after a while.

"Brother, this is the money Mother gave you."

Fu Ci glanced at it and said calmly, "No need, you can keep it for yourselves."

Fu Zhiyi was afraid he wouldn't understand: "There's also Song Xianyin's living expenses in there."

Fu Ci replied, "I know, Mother is going to do business, so you can let her keep this money."

Fu Zhiyi stood there hesitantly.

“You can keep it for yourself. You have many places where you need money right now. If you’re too embarrassed to ask your mother for it, you can use this money,” Fu Ci continued.

Fu Zhiyi dared not use it, and she quickly shook her head.

Isn't this stealing money?

“Your sister can earn her own money now, and so can I. The cost of living is high in the city, so keep it for yourselves.”

Fu Zhiyi looked at the money in her hand, her heart beating faster and faster.

The moon in the village is much bigger than the moon in the city, and it's also much quieter in the village at night.

Although Song Qin's accommodation was in a remote area, drunk thugs often roamed outside at night, arguing and singing, and people would stand in the corridor and curse at them every day.

Fu Zhiyi closed her eyes and listened to the chirping of some unknown insect, her mood gradually calming down.

She turned to the side and quietly looked at Song Xianyin, who was sleeping soundly with her blanket in her arms.

Song Xianyin is clearly the older sister, so why is she growing slower than her? She's already a bit taller than Song Xianyin now.

Fu Zhiyi was a little worried. Could it be that Song Xianyin had stopped growing by now? She was the one in the family who ate the least meat and received the least nutrition. She might really not grow any more.

Fu Zhiyi felt a little guilty. If she had shared some of the meat with Song Xianyin before, would Song Xianyin be taller than her now?

The breathing in the room became more and more even. Fu Zhiyi closed her eyes, skillfully hugged Song Xianyin's arm, and then fell asleep.

Meanwhile, things were incredibly lively on the other side.

The factory manager treated their group to a late-night snack today, and everyone was very happy all night.

"Thank you so much, factory manager. We wouldn't be able to enjoy such good food without you," a worker said, raising his glass.

The portly factory manager patted his large belly and said cheerfully, "Everyone, don't thank me, thank Mr. Liang. This was Mr. Liang's treat."

The staff quickly raised a glass to Mr. Liang, but he blushed and refused, saying, "No, no, I don't drink."

"Mr. Liang, would you like a drink? This wine won't make you drunk!"

Mr. Liang laughed and said, "People from your area love to lie. I was drinking with someone before, and they said it wouldn't make me drunk, but after a few sips, I went home and threw up all night."

The portly factory manager laughed and said, "You guys drink yourselves. Mr. Liang can't drink; he's a refined man."

Mr. Liang smiled and said nothing more.

Song Qin took a sip and smiled at the noodle stall owner next to her, "Have some of this, it's really delicious."

The noodle stall owner joined in halfway through. At first, she was a little embarrassed, thinking that the factory workers were having a gathering and she shouldn't be getting involved, but she couldn't resist their constant invitations.

The noodle stall owner took a sip from her cup and immediately frowned: "It's so spicy, I can't drink this stuff. You usually like to drink a little alcohol, huh?"

Song Qin nodded: "I've been able to drink since I was little, just like my dad, but my husband doesn't like me drinking. He says women shouldn't drink alcohol."

The noodle stall owner scoffed, "He probably wants to keep it for himself. There are plenty of women who drink. It's a good thing he's not here right now, or you'd still be under his thumb."

Hearing the noodle stall owner's teasing, Song Qin laughed and playfully hit her.

The chubby factory manager looked at Song Qin and smiled, "Sister Song, does this wine suit your taste?"

Song Qin was a little embarrassed: "Factory Director, please don't call me 'sister,' it's too much of a embarrassment. Please just call me Song Qin."

The chubby factory manager chuckled as he drank his wine: "No, no, no, just call me Sister Song. You're the first person to dare barge into my office like this."

Song Qin was a little embarrassed: "I'm sorry, Factory Manager, I was just too hasty at the time."

Mr. Liang glanced at her and explained in his broken Mandarin, "Miss Song, the factory manager didn't mean it that way. Actually, we should thank you for this."

He smiled sheepishly: "We didn't know that the Qin army recruited people in this way. We asked many workers later and found out that the Qin army also withheld their wages. No wonder everyone was so resentful during that period."

"I have to thank you for this."

The chubby factory manager nodded repeatedly: "Yes, yes, that's exactly what I mean. Look at my clumsy tongue, Mr. Liang is right."

Mr. Liang shook his head helplessly.

Song Qin breathed a sigh of relief; she had just thought she was going to be out of work.