Quick Transmigration: Don't Let That Cannon Fodder Go

Chapter 374 The Second Daughter in the Historical Fiction 69

Song Qin asked someone to send the money to Lao Jiang, and then Lao Jiang would give it to Lao Fu.

But Lao Fu still hadn't received the money, and he called again to berate Song Qin.

"It's been almost half a month, why hasn't your money been sent back yet? Are you kidding me?"

"You kept saying you'd send money, but I haven't seen a single penny. Do you know how desperately I need the money right now?"

Song Qin frowned deeply: "I wouldn't lie to you. I've already sent the money back. Old Jiang called me a few days ago to say he received the money. Go ask him."

Old Fu immediately exploded: "Am I your man or is he your man? Why are you sending him money? That's my money, not his."

Everyone around was looking at Song Qin. Song Qin lowered her voice and whispered, "Didn't you say you didn't know how to go to town to withdraw money? So I asked Lao Jiang to help you withdraw it."

Old Fu was so angry that his voice trembled: "Why did you ask him to get it? Do you know what kind of person he is? I think he's a very wicked person. He just wants to keep that money for himself."

Song Qin didn't know why Lao Fu suddenly harbored a grudge against Lao Jiang.

“How could that be? If he wanted to keep that money for himself, he wouldn’t have called me.”

"Is there some misunderstanding between you and Lao Jiang? Go talk to him about it. I'm very busy outside, and I can't always keep an eye on you."

The people around her kept urging her on, and Song Qin's voice became somewhat anxious.

"It's alright, take your time." Mr. Liang glanced at her.

"You're getting worked up now. If you hadn't given the money to Lao Jiang, would I be in such a sorry state now? I don't have a single penny in my pocket." Lao Fu cursed loudly from the other end.

His voice was so loud that people nearby could faintly hear the anger on the other end of the phone.

"Is there anything I can help you with?" Mr. Liang frowned.

Song Qin shook her head and walked away.

"Alright, I'll ask Lao Jiang for you. Stop arguing. Call me at night next time. I don't have time during the day."

Old Fu wanted to say something more, but Song Qin immediately hung up the phone.

She looked a little awkward, but walked up to the group and smiled, saying, "Let's continue."

"Oh, Sister Song, take a look at our fabric. It's imported from abroad. If you're interested in doing business with us, this fabric is perfect."

The man kept introducing the materials from his factory, and Song Qin started to drift off as she listened.

When a bunch of unpleasant things pile up, that's the most annoying time.

"The one at home?" Mr. Liang asked in a low voice.

Song Qin responded.

Mr. Liang was silent for a moment: "Are you going to transfer the money you earn to him?"

"His health isn't very good," Song Qin said vaguely.

She didn't really want to talk to him about her family.

Mr. Liang nodded, indicating his understanding.

Today, Song Qin has visited several factories, taking notes on the advantages and disadvantages of each factory's fabrics. She must find the factory with the best cost performance.

She didn't have much money, and she couldn't afford good fabrics, so she could only look for the best among the cheap ones.

In the blink of an eye, the sun had already set, and it was getting dark outside.

The vendors at the entrance were all calling out their wares, and the street was filled with the aroma of food.

"Mr. Liang, thank you for accompanying me to see the factory today. I'll head back now; I need to cook for my child."

Mr. Liang's face flickered in and out of the darkness, and his voice carried a hint of amusement: "I thought someone with Miss Song's personality wouldn't allow others to hold her back."

Song Qin was silent for a while: "There's no such thing as holding us back. We're husband and wife, we're one."

Mr. Liang did not say anything more.

Song Qin nodded to him, then turned and left.

Song Xianyin's birthday is in a few days.

Song Qin forgot her birthday last year, and Song Xianyin didn't mention it to her either.

Song Qin's feelings for Song Xianyin were actually very complicated.

Back when she was at home, Song Xianyin was the child she dreaded the most.

She always compares her child to the other two, sometimes saying she favors the eldest, sometimes saying she treats the youngest better than her.

If it were in the past, Song Xianyin would have made a scene long ago for forgetting her birthday.

But I don't know if she's grown up now, because she's actually starting to understand her.

Song Qin talked to Fu Ci more often on the phone. Every time she talked to Song Xianyin on the phone, they could only chat for a few words. Basically, she would ask questions and Song Xianyin would answer. Other than that, they didn't have much to talk about.

The topics are always pretty much the same.

Ask her if the weather is nice there, what she's eating, if she's going hungry, how she's getting along with her classmates, and how her grades are.

They went back and forth saying the same few sentences, and both of them knew perfectly well that it was just a formality.

But Song Qin didn't know what else to ask.

"Hey, Old Jiang?"

"Song Qin, why are you calling at this hour?"

"Well, it's just... my husband says he hasn't received the money. What happened? Did you not give it to him and now he's trying to get the money back from me, or what?"

Song Qin still trusted Lao Jiang's character; she believed he wouldn't stoop to embezzling money.

Old Jiang sneered: "Song Qin, let me make this clear to you: I, Old Jiang, would never steal your money, but I definitely didn't give him this money."

Song Qin stopped what she was doing: "Then what's the reason? This doesn't make sense."

Old Jiang didn't answer, but only said, "Just tell Old Fu that if he really wants money, he should come to me himself. He knows what he's done."

"Song Qin, there are many things I don't want to tell you, but I think you can probably guess what they are. After all, it's not very convenient for me to say these things."

Song Qin listened in silence.

After a long silence, she said, "Then let him go get it himself. I won't ask about the money anymore."

“Song Qin, my family will absolutely not take this money from you. If Lao Fu comes to collect it, I will give it to him. If he doesn’t dare to come and collect it, I will return the money to you during the New Year.” Old Jiang’s voice was full of anger.

What kind of mess is this? His wife works hard outside, struggling to support three children and this good-for-nothing man.

As a result, he did these dirty things at home.

"Old Jiang, have they gone home? It's Friday today."

"Yes, they're back. They're having dinner here again tonight."

"My sister is really amazing now. She says she can earn a lot of money from her paintings," Old Jiang said with a smile.

"She also bought you a back support, I heard it cost a lot of money. I've already sent it to you, but you might not receive it for another ten days... uh... twenty days."

Song Qin lowered her eyes and responded softly, "Okay, Lao Jiang, thank you for your trouble. Have your second brother call me tomorrow. I also need to talk to her about some things."

She didn't expect that more than half a month would pass so quickly, and she had almost forgotten what her teacher had told her.