Quick Transmigration: Don't Let That Cannon Fodder Go

Chapter 361 The Second Daughter in the Historical Fiction 56

As soon as Fu Zhiyi finished her exam, Song Qin immediately took her shopping.

"Buy some more things for your brother and sister to take back; they probably wouldn't buy anything for themselves at home," Song Qin said hurriedly.

She carried her bag and walked with Fu Zhiyi on the road: "Go back and try to persuade your dad to come with you when school starts. It's not a good idea to keep bothering Lao Jiang and the others."

Fu Zhiyi nodded.

"Mother, what if Father just refuses to come?" She looked at Song Qin, whose hair had turned a bit gray, beside her.

Song Qin frowned: "There's nothing we can do then, Third Brother. You must try to persuade him more; I'm worried about him being home alone."

He can't take care of himself.

As Fu Zhiyi followed Song Qin's steps, she noticed that she seemed to be a bit taller than Song Qin. In the past, she always had to look up slightly to see her, but now she could see her expression as soon as she turned her head.

"Mother, are you really not going back with us? Eldest brother and Song Xianyin want you to go back too, don't they?"

Song Qin shook her head: "If Mother goes back, who will earn money? All three of you need to go to school."

They went to the underground shopping mall and bought food and clothes. Song Qin carefully selected each item.

"Your brother has probably grown taller again. I heard from Lao Jiang that your brother is even taller than him."

"I don't know how tall the second child is, but she should be about the same height as you. Buy her some nice clothes so she won't see what you're wearing and say I'm being biased."

Looking at the clothes in her hand, Song Qin couldn't help but laugh out loud; she could already imagine Song Xianyin's tone.

"Don't argue with her when you're home. When Mom isn't home, no one will care if you argue or not."

Fu Zhiyi's eyes were a little red. She wanted to go home, but she couldn't bear to leave Song Qin. They had never been apart before.

"Mother, aren't you scared being here all alone?"

Song Qin laughed and said, "What's there to be afraid of when I'm all grown up? I'm not a little kid like you anymore."

This child talks nonsense all day long.

Because their fellow villager was going home the next morning, Song Qin and Fu Zhiyi didn't sleep all night and were busy packing their luggage.

Around 5 a.m., Song Qin and Fu Zhiyi came downstairs carrying large and small bags.

"If someone comes to pick us up in the future, you should come down early so they don't have to wait," Song Qin instructed her.

Fu Zhiyi nodded.

It was just getting light, and there were few people on the street, except for a few people sweeping the road.

The noodle stall owner had just set up her stall and was still moving things when she saw them. She asked with some confusion, "Are you going back to your hometown?"

Song Qin smiled and shook her head: "My child is going back, I'm not going back."

The noodle stall owner wiped his hands and laughed, "Why don't you go home? Don't your two kids miss you?"

"How can I go back? I still need to earn money to support my family."

"Have some noodles before you go back, you'll get hungry on the bus later." The shop owner yawned.

Song Qin looked at Fu Zhiyi: "Want to eat?"

Fu Zhiyi shook her head: "I'm not eating, they'll be here soon."

"Eat up, eat up. You won't be able to eat such delicious noodles when you go back." Song Qin put her bag on the ground.

The air in the early morning is much fresher than when there are many people, and there is less of a smell of smoke and sweat.

As Fu Zhiyi ate her noodles, she felt warm all over, and the cool breeze on her face felt especially comfortable.

But Fu Zhiyi didn't like traveling in the morning. Every time this happened, she felt a sense of drifting and homelessness.

"Why are you going back?" the boss asked while working.

“There was a fellow villager who gave me a ride back.”

"That would be great!" the boss smiled.

"If you have the chance, bring those two kids over too, otherwise they'll be so lonely."

Song Qin wiped the sweat from her forehead and thought for a moment: "It's unlikely that the eldest will come, but the second one is still possible. I don't know if she even wants to come."

"Of course I want to come, my sister and mother are here."

Song Qin stared at the cars that appeared at the intersection from time to time and joked, "My second son has a very difficult personality. If he came here, he would definitely be arguing with the third son every day."

"A girl?"

"Yes, I was even fiercer in fights than the boys when I was a kid."

The convenience store next door opened, and Song Qin quickly went over to buy two packs of cigarettes, almost forgetting about this.

Before Fu Zhiyi had finished eating her rice noodles, her fellow villager arrived. There were several other people in the car, making it very crowded.

"Third brother, stop eating and get in the car quickly." Song Qin hurried over with her big bag.

Fu Zhiyi quickly followed.

The car was already overloaded. Looking at the packed crowd, Fu Zhiyi hesitated and said, "Isn't it full?"

"Not full, not full," the villager said casually as he got out of the driver's seat.

"Hey, kid, you're sitting in a seat all by yourself? Sit on your grandpa's lap."

"Handsome, why don't you hold your girlfriend? There's another kid here who can't get on," the fellow villager said in broken Mandarin, pushing the passengers in the car further inside.

"Squeeze in, squeeze in."

The blond-haired boy, his face dark, hugged his girlfriend and said, "You really are something, there's no room left and you still sit down."

The villager grinned and said, "Where can't we find a seat? This is a place where we can all squeeze in."

Song Qin also pushed Fu Zhiyi further inside: "Please sit inside, there are still seats available."

"This vehicle is so big, there aren't enough seats for everyone," someone inside complained.

They've been squeezed into a sieve.

The fellow villager looked at the large and small bags of luggage next to Song Qin and felt extremely troubled.

"My dear sister, aren't you carrying too much stuff? I would have thought you were moving house."

Song Qin quickly handed him the two packs of cigarettes: "Shuihua, Shuihua, thank you for your trouble. I brought some extra things for the kids at home."

The car was extremely noisy. Two children were crying incessantly. Their parents tried to soothe them for a while, but when that failed, they started yelling at them.

"Are we going or not? We got on the bus so early and haven't even left yet. I should have taken someone else's bus."

"Hurry up, there are so many people in the car."

The fellow villager replied dismissively, "Let's go, let's go right away."

It took a lot of effort to stuff everything into the car. Fu Zhiyi's arms were also stuffed full, and she couldn't see out the window. Even the space next to her was completely filled.

She was completely unable to move while sitting in her seat.

As the car drove away, Song Qin leaned against the window and said anxiously, "If you're hungry, take out some bread to eat. The fare has already been paid. Call Uncle Jiang when you get home."

"Shuihua, thank you for your help!"

The fellow villager, smoking a cigarette, gestured with his chin towards Song Qin: "It's nothing, it's nothing."

"Little sister, do you live near East Bridge?"

Fu Zhiyi quickly replied, "That's right."

"Okay, I'll take you last then, since everyone else lives quite far away."

And those from the neighboring village, I wonder how many detours they'll have to take today.

Fu Zhiyi glanced back and saw Song Qin's small figure standing there, watching them leave.

Fu Zhiyi lowered her head, resting it against her luggage, and tears streamed down her face.