Quick Transmigration: Don't Let That Cannon Fodder Go

Chapter 311 The Second Daughter of the Historical Fiction (6 pages)

The next morning, when Song Xianyin was going to school, Song Qin stopped her.

Both of them were a little awkward, and Song Xianyin kept her head down and didn't say anything.

Song Qin gently touched the wound on her face: "Does it still hurt?"

Song Xianyin remained silent.

Song Qin sighed and slipped an egg into her hand.

Song Xianyin's eyes lit up.

"I didn't eat anything yesterday, but I ate this egg this morning," Song Qin said.

Song Xianyin stuffed the eggs into her bag and happily went to school.

After a while, Fu Zhiyi came out, and Song Qin gave her some instructions as usual.

Fu Zhiyi nodded obediently. She looked at Song Qin, but Song Qin patted her head and told her to go.

Fu Zhiyi stood there for a while, wanting to ask, "Didn't I have an egg today?"

Eggs weren't something she could eat often. She had one egg every week because the teachers in the county said that eating more eggs could improve brain function. She hadn't had any before.

But Song Qin didn't say anything and just went about her own business.

Fu Zhiyi bit her lip and left dejectedly.

Her mother must have forgotten, but she didn't dare ask, since the family's circumstances were indeed not good.

Every time she went to school, she had to pass by Song Xianyin's classroom, and she could hear Song Xianyin's smug voice even before she arrived.

My mom gave me an egg today!

Fu Zhiyi stood outside the window, her eyes fixed on the egg.

Song Xianyin's face was still bruised, but her eyes were shining brightly. She held a peeled egg in her hand and looked extremely happy.

Fu Zhiyi was so angry that her breathing became rapid, and she gripped her schoolbag tightly.

Those were her eggs.

She wondered why her mother hadn't given her eggs today; it turned out she'd given eggs to Song Xianyin instead.

Fu Zhiyi walked into her classroom in a depressed mood.

Song Xianyin used to be the one who didn't have eggs.

Unlike children in the city, children in the village cannot go out to play after school or attend extracurricular classes.

After school, they either help wash clothes at home or go home to cook and chop firewood.

So every time school ends, you can see a group of children washing clothes by the river.

However, Song Xianyin has a severe procrastination problem and always likes to wait until it's slightly dark before she goes to wash up.

But I don't know why Fu Zhiyi is doing laundry so late today too.

Adult clothes are much heavier than children's clothes, and they become even heavier when they get wet. It took Fu Zhiyi a lot of effort to wring out a pair of pants.

She looked at Song Xianyin next to her, who only had a few thin clothes, and they were all her own.

Fu Zhiyi felt extremely resentful: "I can't twist it."

Song Xianyin pretended not to hear; she didn't want to do any extra work.

"Song Xianyin, I even brought you some things yesterday!" Fu Zhiyi said, somewhat angrily.

Helpless, Song Xianyin had no choice but to help her wring it out: "I'll give it back to you this time, but I won't help you wring it next time."

Fu Zhiyi angrily emphasized, "You're not helping me wring them out, these are Dad's pants, we have to wash them together."

So don't always let her do the washing alone.

"Then let Dad wash them. He's not so badly incapable of washing clothes," Song Xianyin said unhappily.

"How could Dad wash it himself?" Fu Zhiyi said, venting her anger as she put the clothes aside.

Then Mom will have to wash so many things by herself again.

"Even if you don't like your father, you should at least care about your mother. She even gave you my eggs."

“That’s what I deserve. They owe me. They gave birth to me and then couldn’t even feed me properly,” Song Xianyin retorted.

Fu Zhiyi looked at her in disbelief: "You..."

How could she say such heartless things?

"Do you know how hard your mother works?!"

Song Xianyin carefully washed her clothes and said, "Do you know how comfortable Dad is? He doesn't have to wash his own clothes, someone brings him his meals, and even Mom has to wipe his face for him in the morning."

She paused for a moment: "That's what Mother brought upon herself. She couldn't bear to let Father do those things. If you feel sorry for Mother, then do it yourself."

Song Qin was kind to her, and she would take care of Song Qin in her old age when she grew up, but she shouldn't expect anything else.

Suddenly, footsteps sounded. Song Xianyin looked back and saw that her older brother had arrived with clothes.

The older students finish class a little later than them, and Fu Ci usually does her laundry around the same time.

Fu Zhiyi was a little afraid of Fu Ci, so she lowered her head and remained silent.

“Back then, Mom was already so busy that if my brother didn’t wash his own clothes, then you would be the one washing his clothes.”

Song Xianyin muttered to herself, thinking that Fu Zhiyi was really a bit silly. Why did she like working so much?

"If I don't wash my own clothes either, then you'll have to wash the whole family's clothes."

Fu Zhiyi kept her head down and remained silent.

Song Xianyin had finished washing and was sitting comfortably on the shore, enjoying the cool breeze.

"When the time comes, you can tell your mother that you're all grown up now and can't wash Dad's clothes anymore. You can ask your brother to wash them for Dad, since they're both men."

Fu Zhiyi cautiously glanced at Fu Ci opposite her.

Fu Ci's face was expressionless, as if the person Song Xianyin had said wasn't him.

"Forget it, I'm not that tired. My brother got out of school so late..." Fu Zhiyi said vaguely.

Song Xianyin was too lazy to talk to her anymore, so she picked up her clothes and left.

A short while later, Fu Ci finished washing up. Seeing that he was about to leave, Fu Zhi hurriedly packed her things and followed behind him.

She wished she hadn't come to wash so late; she's a little afraid of ghosts.

The two walked one after the other without saying a word.

After walking for a long time, I finally saw the familiar house.

Fu Ci suddenly stopped, his voice somewhat cold: "Father's health isn't so bad that he can't wash clothes."

Fu Zhiyi was stunned for a moment, but Fu Ci had already gone inside.

Fu Zhiyi looked down at the clothes in the basin, but she was afraid that her mother would be disappointed in her.

No one else in the family helps my mother with chores. My mother is so tired every day. If she doesn't help her either, won't my mother think she's very unfilial?

Fu Zhiyi went straight to the rooftop, and Song Qin happened to come down from the rooftop. She was stunned when she saw Fu Zhiyi.

Song Qin took the basin from her hand and said with a smile, "Zhiyi, are you tired? Eat more later."

Fu Zhiyi shook her head and followed her to the balcony.

While hanging up the clothes, Song Qin said to Fu Zhiyi, "Zhiyi, don't wash your father's clothes next time. You're a grown woman now, it's not good to do this."

Fu Zhiyi stared blankly at her, still struggling with how to put it.

Song Qin sighed, "Zhiyi is a good child, but I was wrong in this matter; I didn't think things through."

Fu Zhiyi didn't expect the surprise to come so suddenly.

The clothes swayed gently in the wind, and a faint fragrance filled the rooftop.

Fu Zhiyi was uncertain. Who was it...? Was it her older brother? Or Song Xianyin...?