Quick Transmigration: Don't Let That Cannon Fodder Go

Chapter 353 The Second Daughter in the Historical Fiction 48

The next morning, Song Xianyin was still asleep when she was woken up by Fu Ci's knocking on the door.

She resignedly got out of bed.

Old Fu found a jacket from somewhere, and it was very neat. He took a comb, wet it, and combed his hair until it was completely unkempt.

The mirror was blurry, and he squinted at himself, his clothes having been torn and ripped countless times.

Looking at Song Xianyin coming out of the room, he said disdainfully, "Second brother, we're going to someone's banquet, and you're dressed like this? Do you think they'll laugh at us?"

Song Xianyin frowned: "What's wrong? I see everyone dressed like this."

She had just looked out the window and saw someone coming back from the fields, still wearing muddy clothes.

"Go, go, go change into a dress," Old Fu said impatiently.

"Your mother bought you a dress before, so if you don't wear it now, when will you?"

Old Fu looked Song Xianyin up and down. It had been so long since he'd seen her. The second son had grown so much taller.

Actually, he had other intentions in making her wear a dress, not just for the banquet.

The area in front of the Shi family's house was decorated with red firecrackers, and the family members, dressed in red, were greeting guests one by one at the door.

Song Xianyin handed the red envelope to Shi Tou's mother and said in a serious tone, "Auntie, this is a red envelope from my mother to wish Shi Tou a happy marriage and your whole family happiness."

Stone Mother looked at Song Xianyin and couldn't stop smiling: "You came all this way, and even brought a red envelope. I didn't expect the second daughter to look so beautiful dressed up like this."

Old Fu was sulking on the sidelines again.

What do you mean by a red envelope from her mother? Is he a non-existent person?

Stone's mother smiled at Fu Ci: "The eldest has grown so tall."

"Please come in and sit down, dinner will be ready soon."

The courtyard was bustling with activity, filled with the sounds of conversation, firecrackers, and children's screams. Song Xianyin ate longan, looking around at the various places.

Suddenly, a child timidly approached Song Xianyin and said, "Sister Song, will you play with us?"

"No." Song Xianyin refused very cruelly.

She's already in middle school; she won't play in the mud with them anymore. That would be really silly.

The child pouted and ran into the group of children.

"What did Sister Song say?"

Why isn't she coming?

"Let's go see the bride together."

The children next to me kept asking questions.

The child looked a little aggrieved: "She said no."

"Oh, why don't you go ask again? Can you ask Sister Song to come over?" The little girl nudged the little boy.

Another little girl pleaded, "Go ask again, and ask Sister Song to come over."

Sister Song looks so beautiful today; they want to play with her.

The little boy refused to go no matter what: "Why don't you go?"

Let him go alone.

"We don't dare, we're too timid. You're brave, you go ahead."

Just as the little boy was about to go find Song Xianyin, Stone's mother told the village children to sit down quickly.

Stone's mother poured tea for the villagers who were playing music: "Masters, you've worked hard. Have some tea first."

As soon as the villagers stopped, a mournful cry came from the backyard. The cry grew louder and louder, and it was mixed with the sounds of fighting.

The courtyard suddenly fell silent, and the villagers looked at each other, pretending they hadn't heard anything.

Stone's mother's face darkened immediately. She looked at the villagers playing the band with a wry smile. The villagers were quite understanding; they took a sip of tea and continued playing.

The sound of the suona horn completely drowned out the crying.

Song Xianyin glanced at Fu Ci, but he was engrossed in his book and didn't notice anything happening around him.

Old Fu was chatting with the villagers and laughing the whole time.

Looking at the smiling faces in front of her, Song Xianyin suddenly felt a chill run down her spine.

"Second brother..."

"Second!"

Song Xianyin looked at Lao Fu with a blank expression: "What?"

Old Fu forced a smile at the person next to him and gestured to her: "You, Uncle Zheng, don't you even greet him?"

"Uncle Zheng," Song Xianyin greeted perfunctorily.

She had only met Uncle Zheng two or three times and was not familiar with him at all.

Uncle Zheng smiled as he looked at Song Xianyin: "The second child has grown up and is much better looking than when he was a child."

Old Fu laughed and said, "She was covered in mud when she was little. Who would have thought she would grow up to be so beautiful, just like me when I was young."

"Tsk, why are you always looking down? Talk to your Uncle Zheng." Old Fu started to put on airs.

Song Xianyin couldn't take it anymore: "What business is it of yours whether I bow my head or not? Why are you making such a fuss?"

She hadn't done anything, but he kept picking on her, and she had really had enough.

"He has a terrible temper." Old Fu's smile was somewhat forced.

Uncle Zheng expressed his understanding: "It's good for a little girl to have a strong personality, so she won't be bullied in the future."

"Father, Uncle Fu." A strange voice sounded from the side.

"Hao Hao, long time no see! You've grown so handsome!" Old Fu greeted Zheng Hao with a cheerful smile.

Zheng Hao laughed and said, "It's not bad, but it's not as good as yours, Uncle."

Old Fu's face lit up with joy when he heard this: "You're kidding, how could I compare to you young people?"

He patted Song Xianyin on the shoulder and said in a deep voice, "You didn't even say hello."

Song Xianyin looked up impatiently. She was about to greet him, but Fu Ci was right next to her. Why didn't he have to greet her?

When Zheng Hao saw Song Xianyin's face, a hint of amazement flashed in his eyes.

"Is your sister's name Song Xianyin?" He smiled and reached out his hand to Song Xianyin.

Song Xianyin shook her head: "My name is Fu Ci."

The air was quiet for a moment.

Old Fu's face darkened: "What did you say?"

He quickly turned to look at them: "Her name is Song Xianyin, Hao Hao, you're not mistaken."

He stood up: "Come on, Hao Hao, sit with your sister and take care of her."

Zheng Hao sat down without any hesitation and smiled at Song Xianyin: "Tell your brother what dishes you want to pick up later, little sister."

Song Xianyin suddenly felt her arm being pulled to the side, and she looked at Fu Ci next to her in confusion.

"Let's change seats," Fu Ci said calmly.

"Her hand isn't broken, she can pinch it herself."

Zheng Hao's expression froze slightly: "It would be best if my sister picked it up herself, but I'm afraid she'd be embarrassed."

"I'm not afraid. It's not like I've never been to a banquet before. You don't need to be afraid of this or that," Song Xianyin said earnestly.

Such a coward.

The atmosphere became a little awkward. Uncle Zheng looked at Old Fu, who smiled awkwardly and said, "The girl is still young and a little shy."

"I'm not shy!"

Why do they always twist her personality? I really don't understand these adults.

"Mm," Fu Ci replied.

During the meal, Zheng Hao wanted to serve food to Song Xianyin, but Fu Ci frowned and said, "If you like serving food to others, go to the table next to the kids."

The conversation just kept going on and on about eating.