Quick Transmigration: Don't Let That Cannon Fodder Go

Chapter 334 The Second Daughter in the Historical Fiction 29

Fu Ci has been assigning Song Xianyin a lot of pre-class homework these past few days, and Song Xianyin is complaining about it every day.

School hasn't even started yet, why are we already learning junior high school material?

It's a holiday now, isn't it?

Every day after finishing his work, Fu Ci would check on Song Xianyin's study progress. Song Xianyin felt that she had used up all the anger she had in her life in just a few days.

The sound of the neighbor's radio kept coming in, mixed with the croaking of frogs in the fields.

Song Xianyin slumped over the table with a pained expression.

Fu Ci stood beside her, frowning as he looked at her: "Did you study during the day at all?"

Song Xianyin clasped her hands together, looking distressed.

When will this kind of life finally end? She wants to go back to school.

Why does her older brother always feel that she can't keep up? What if she can catch up with the city students when school starts?

In the corner of the room, a bundle of grass was burning to repel mosquitoes; Song Xianyin would go to sleep smelling this every summer.

She took a deep sniff and felt a little sleepy.

Fu Ci was speechless at Song Xianyin's absent-minded look.

Why not just give up studying? She loves playing in the water so much, she might as well just stand by the river every day and become a river god.

Song Xianyin looked at the bread next to her and quietly reached out her hand, but before she could touch it, she pushed Fu Ci's hand away.

Song Xianyin held her breath and touched the back of her hand.

What exactly is he trying to do? I really don't understand him.

"Big brother, I heard from Niu Niu that this bread is very, very expensive." Song Xianyin changed the subject while writing out the steps of the problem.

Fu Ci frowned and ignored her, only looking at the numbers she wrote on the paper.

"Big brother, I think you're a really good person, it's just..."

"If I say that again, you won't be eating tomorrow," Fu Ci said coldly.

One minute she says she wants to go out and see the stars, the next she says she's being bitten by mosquitoes and needs some herbs, then she says she's hungry, then her eyes hurt.

A whole night has passed, and the topic hasn't been touched at all.

Song Xianyin bit the end of her pen and sighed repeatedly.

Two people who can study are enough for this family. Why force someone who doesn't like studying to study?

"Brother, you've been working so hard all day, why don't you get some rest tonight?" Song Xianyin said, looking at Fu Ci with concern.

Fu Ci looked at her quietly, without saying a word.

Song Xianyin gave an embarrassed smile and lowered her head to continue solving the problem.

Ugh.

On the other side, Fu Zhiyi looked out the window, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep.

The sky here is completely black, without any stars.

Uncle Qin hasn't told her about school yet. Her mother said Uncle Qin would definitely arrange everything for her, but...

Fu Zhiyi became increasingly frightened as she thought about it. After hesitating for a while, she finally opened Song Qin's room door.

The room was piled high with things, and Lao Fu's snoring grew louder and louder. Fu Zhiyi squatted down next to Song Qin and gently shook her.

"Mother..." Fu Zhiyi called out softly.

Song Qin opened her eyes groggily, and when she saw Fu Zhiyi next to her, she trembled with fright.

"Second brother, what are you doing here..." Song Qin rubbed her eyes and asked vaguely.

Fu Zhiyi didn't care that Song Qin called her Song Xianyin. She asked in a low voice, "Mom, did Uncle Qin tell you where I'm going to school?"

School is about to start, and she's afraid she'll miss the start date.

Song Qin frowned: "Hasn't Xiao Qin contacted you yet?"

This Xiao Qin said he would take good care of them, but they haven't seen him since they arrived.

Fu Zhiyi nodded, a hint of worry on her face: "Mother, will Uncle Qin really help me?"

They are not related by blood.

Old Fu, who was next to him, suddenly cursed, mumbled something in his sleep, turned over, and started snoring again.

Song Qin and Fu Zhiyi both watched his retreating figure, exchanged a glance, and smiled.

"Don't worry, I'll ask tomorrow. Now that I've brought you here, I'll definitely let you go to school," Song Qin said, patting her hair to comfort her.

Fu Zhiyi nodded.

There's nothing her mother can't do in this world. If her mother says she'll let her study, then she definitely will.

The next morning, Song Qin went to the phone booth to call Xiao Qin, but she couldn't get through no matter what she tried.

The owner of the noodle shop noticed her unfriendly expression and asked her what had happened. Song Qin told him everything.

"You didn't go to primary school here, and there were no exams. You had to pull strings to get in." The boss wiped his hands with his apron.

Song Qin was furious: "I knew that guy surnamed Qin was no good. He took our head fees but didn't do anything for us."

The boss clicked his tongue and said, "No wonder this guy surnamed Qin always brings so many people; he tricked you into coming here."

"Then your child is doomed. She will never be able to get into the school here. You have no connections and no money," said a customer who was slurping noodles.

Such people are truly heartless, but these days only heartless people can make money.

"You only have his phone number? Do you even know where he lives?" The noodle shop owner frowned.

It's a big problem that the child can't go to school.

Song Qin's face turned black with anger: "I haven't been to his house yet."

"Then there's no hope, just accept your fate." A man with a cigarette in his mouth said with a smile, "You guys should have thought more carefully from the beginning. You don't even know if the person calling you is real."

"Everyone wants to go out and make big money, but big money isn't that easy to make. It's better to stay at home and farm honestly."

The man spat on the ground and then rolled it up with his shoe.

Song Qin sneered, "Who says we can't find him? Didn't this factory pay him his head fee? I don't believe that none of those in charge know him!"

They've tried to outsmart her. If she can't even handle something like this, then she's lived all these years in vain.

Song Qin ran straight to the office.

Several people watched her retreating figure and clicked their tongues, saying, "She really is from the countryside; she's a complete shrew."

The boss retorted, "So what if you're from the countryside? You think you're so superior just because you're from the city? You're still working here with these rural folks."

The man pointed at her, picked up the bowl of noodles, and said, "Tsk, you women, you get angry over a joke."

I don't want to talk to them anymore.

The factory workers stood in rows, and the foreman was calling roll: "Song Qin? Where is Song Qin?"

He frowned as he looked at the crowd, his face darkening: "They've only been here a short time and they're already late. They have to be fined handsomely."

Several important people are coming to the factory these days, so we've been keeping the cleaning up a bit more frequently.

"I've taken a look, and your factory's employees are quite professional. I'll hand over this batch of goods to you..."

"Who's the boss? Come out here! You're just letting your subordinates lie to people? You shameless bastards! Tell Qin Jun to get out here!"

The people in the office were startled by the sudden shouting.

The person at the door tried to stop Song Qin, but Song Qin pushed him away.