Quick Transmigration: Don't Let That Cannon Fodder Go

Chapter 385 The Second Daughter in the Historical Fiction 80

All the different kinds of candy in the bag were thrown on the ground, and the vegetables that had been bought were trampled on several times and lay wilted on the ground.

There were still shards of bowl on the ground, and the room was extremely quiet, the atmosphere very tense.

Old Fu left, not forgetting to hurl a few curses as he went.

Aren't they supposed to be celebrating the New Year? He noticed that this family didn't have a male head of the household; how were they going to celebrate?

Song Qin and Lao Fu were arguing fiercely, and the neighbors around them could hear their argument.

When Lao Fu left, the neighbors sat at the door, peering out and watching.

"Old Fu, where are you going now? Don't lose your temper during the New Year."

"That's right, Song Qin finally came back for a visit, why are you arguing with him?"

Old Fu yelled at them, "Mind your own business! Go see what she's done!"

He was fed up with these people. Everyone in the village was a bad person, and they were all so gossipy.

These people can't feel comfortable if they don't gossip about others behind their backs for a day.

Before Song Qin returned, they often asked him about Song Qin's situation and told him to treat Song Qin well.

Do they even need to explain these things?

Old Fu walked very fast, afraid that Song Qin would catch up with him; in any case, he didn't want to go back to that home at all.

Song Qin quietly cooked in the house, showing no intention of going out to look for him.

Fu Ci carried two buckets of water back from the river, and on his way back, he saw Lao Fu.

But neither the father nor the son said anything.

As soon as Fu Ci entered the house, he sensed an eerie atmosphere.

If nothing unexpected happens, it seems that Lao Fu has had another argument with someone in his family.

"Boss, add some water to the pot, it's almost boiled dry," Song Qin called out.

Fu Ci poured the water he had just fetched into the pot.

Song Qin has prepared a lot of food for the night watch, as they will be keeping watch tonight.

But before dinner was even ready, Song Xianyin was already feeling sleepy.

The sky grew darker and darker, and soon it was completely dark.

But Lao Fu never reappeared.

Song Qin frowned and looked out the dark window: "Why haven't they come back yet..."

She knew that Lao Fu was a stubborn person.

But what he said this afternoon was really hurtful.

She said she was fine, but Song Xianyin, although the child didn't usually show it, definitely cared about it.

"Boss, go find your dad and see why he hasn't come back yet." Song Qin was a little worried. "It's almost Chinese New Year, and it's not very safe outside."

In the last few days, murderers, robbers, and thieves have all started to appear.

Song Xianyin frowned: "Dad is such a grown man, how could he get lost? Besides, it's so dark outside, it's not safe to go out now. He must have found a place to hide."

A few days ago, someone died in their village. He was killed by someone from another village, who also stole all the family's money.

This incident has caused widespread panic in the village, and people are now afraid to open their doors at night.

Song Qin also thought of this and became even more panicked: "No, we have to go find him right now. What if something really happens to him? Then you won't have a father anymore."

Song Xianyin didn't want Fu to leave at all.

Song Qin put down the spatula, wiped her hands, and immediately pulled Fu Ci along to find Lao Fu: "You guys stay home and watch the vegetables. Don't talk to anyone you don't know, understand?"

“Mother, you go ahead, we’ll wait at home,” Fu Zhiyi replied.

Although it was just the two of them at home, it wasn't particularly deserted, because there were sounds of firecrackers going off outside.

After setting off the firecrackers, those people quickly closed the door, afraid of attracting something.

Song Xianyin and Fu Zhiyi sat at the table warming themselves by the fire. Song Xianyin rested her chin on the table, feeling her eyelids getting heavier and heavier.

Her eyelids drooped, and then slowly closed.

Fu Zhiyi was quietly reciting the text beside her, while the firewood in the stove kept making noise. Soon, Song Xianyin fell into a deep sleep.

Song Xianyin slept soundly; she hadn't slept so comfortably in a long time.

As she was sleeping, she suddenly felt Fu Zhiyi speaking beside her, and her voice sounded a little strange.

Song Xianyin couldn't hear very clearly and could only hear Fu Zhiyi's voice intermittently.

She forced her eyes open and looked at Fu Zhiyi beside her.

"What do you want? I have no money..."

Song Xianyin rubbed her eyes and looked up.

She was startled when she saw the beggar suddenly appear in front of her.

The beggar was filthy, his hair was tangled in clumps, and he carried a very tattered bag on his back, but his eyes were frighteningly bright.

He stared at the two of them without moving, muttering incoherently, "Have some mercy, you bodhisattva. Give me some money..."

Fu Zhiyi was terrified, her face turned pale, and she gripped the edge of the table tightly.

Now that there are only the two of them at home and no adults are home, Fu Zhiyi is afraid that the beggar might do something bad.

Fu Zhiyi shook her head: "We are not adults, we have no money."

The beggar looked directly at her and asked, "Where are your parents? Aren't they home?"

The atmosphere immediately quieted down.

Song Xianyin looked into his eyes and felt a little scared. This person was so strange. His expression looked silly, but his eyes were very aggressive.

"I don't have any money, but how about I give you some food?" Song Xianyin asked.

The beggar shook his head and turned his gaze to Song Xianyin: "I don't want food, I want money. I don't want food, you bodhisattva."

He kept repeating these words, and seemed mentally unstable.

Song Xianyin's face immediately turned cold, and she imitated Song Qin's tone, saying loudly, "How can you be such a shameless beggar? Giving you food is already a favor. It's not easy for us farmers to earn money. You beggars, asking one family for a few cents and another family for a few cents, you earn more money in a day than we do, and you still want our money!"

Song Xianyin raised her voice and scolded, "I have no money! If you want to eat, I'll give you a bowl of rice. You're begging for food on New Year's Day, don't you know any manners?"

As Song Xianyin cursed, she walked to the stove, pulled out a burning piece of firewood, and stood quietly beside the beggar.

The three people stood in silent confrontation.

"Are you going to eat or not?" Song Xianyin could no longer control her expression.

She felt her hands trembling and cold sweat breaking out on her back.

This beggar was tall and strong; if a fight broke out, she estimated she wouldn't be a match for him, but if a fight did occur, she wouldn't let him off easily.

The beggar stared at the torch in Song Xianyin's hand for a moment in silence, then shook his head and walked out, saying, "I don't want food, I want money. I need to beg for money to celebrate the New Year."

As soon as the beggar left, Song Xianyin quickly locked the door behind her.

Fu Zhiyi was so frightened that her legs went weak, and she collapsed onto the rocking chair, panting heavily.