Quick Transmigration: Don't Let That Cannon Fodder Go

Chapter 330 The Second Daughter in the Historical Fiction 25

Song Qin and the others have already boarded the bus.

Fu Zhiyi was feeling carsick, and her complexion hadn't been good since she arrived.

Song Qin looked at her worriedly: "Eat something, maybe you feel nauseous because you have nothing in your stomach."

Fu Zhiyi shook her head, her face pale: "I won't eat it, it will only make me feel more nauseous."

The various flavors mixed together were simply unbearable.

Song Qin sighed, "It's a good thing your sister didn't come. She gets carsick even worse than you. If she had come, she would have vomited the whole way."

Old Fu glanced at them and frowned: "You just haven't ridden it enough. I bet you'd get carsick after a hundred or twenty times."

Song Qin laughed when she heard this: "I can ride it more often when I go to the city in the future."

They rarely go out of the village, so they rarely take buses, let alone cars.

“I heard that drivers don’t get carsick. When your brother buys a car, let him let you drive it.” Song Qin patted Fu Zhiyi’s head.

Fu Zhiyi nodded weakly.

She wanted to sleep, but all she could think about was Song Xianyin's face.

Their relationship was just so-so; they didn't talk much. She knew that Song Xianyin disliked her, and Song Xianyin also knew that she was always competing with her for her mother's affections.

But they had never been apart for so long before. Even if they argued during the day, they still slept in the same bed at night.

Leaving that impoverished village had been her long-held wish, but now she felt her heart tightening.

Song Qin felt the dampness on her shoulder and was startled: "Third brother, are you feeling unwell? Do you want to go down and throw up for a while?"

Song Qin frowned as she looked at Fu Zhiyi, who was in tears. She called out to the front, "Driver, stop the car! My child is carsick and wants to get out and throw up for a while!"

Fu Zhiyi pulled her and shook her head: "It's okay, Mom, I'll just close my eyes."

Old Fu said impatiently, "Why make such a fuss over such a small thing? You'll be fine after a good night's sleep."

Song Qin muttered softly, "I'm just worried."

Fu Ci left early and returned late every day. When he left, Song Xianyin hadn't gotten up yet, and when he returned, Song Xianyin was already curled up in her room. The two of them could hardly communicate.

It was completely dark when Song Xianyin put on her shoes and prepared to go see if Fu Ci had gone home.

As soon as she opened the door, she met Fu Ci's gaze, and both of them froze.

"Have you finished eating?" Fu Ci asked.

Song Xianyin nodded; she had left some for him.

Fu Ci opened the iron pot and frowned as he looked at the food in the bowl.

"Big brother, you eat." Song Xianyin took a sip of water and looked at him expectantly.

This was the first time she had ever cooked such a large dish.

Fu Ci remained silent for a while, then picked up his chopsticks and tasted it. He became even more silent after that.

"What did you eat tonight?"

Song Xianyin felt a little guilty: "Big brother, I cooked this especially for you."

She ate flatbread tonight, but her mother wouldn't let her eat it, saying that the person's flatbread wasn't clean.

Fu Ci poured the food out of his bowl, and Song Xianyin felt a pang of heartache as she looked at him: "Big brother, do you think it doesn't taste good?"

"From now on, just eat something light to tide you over in the evenings, and I'll cook more when I get back," Fu Ci said quietly, starting to prepare the new dishes.

"But brother, aren't you supposed to be back very late?"

If he comes back, won't she starve to death?

"I will come back earlier in the future."

Song Xianyin sat in the house, smelling the aroma of the dishes from the kitchen, and suddenly felt hungry.

No wonder she didn't feel hungry after cooking; she probably didn't want to eat it just from the smell.

"Brother, why do you go to the construction site every day? Didn't they pay you?"

Song Xianyin ran to the back kitchen and asked, somewhat puzzled.

This is so tiring every day, and he doesn't even have time to study in advance.

"not enough."

That money was only enough for the most basic daily expenses. If either he or Song Xianyin got sick, that money would definitely not be enough.

He didn't want to borrow money from others.

The candlelight was so dim that Song Xianyin had to hold Fu Ci up to see the food in the pot.

I'll buy a light bulb tomorrow.

“But it’s very expensive.” Song Xianyin glanced at him.

The adults in the family are reluctant to buy it.

Fu Ci responded with a sound of agreement and then said nothing more.

Today was the most Song Xianyin and Fu Ci had ever spoken. In the past, he would only respond with a few words and would not say anything at all.

"Brother, I'd like to go work on the construction site too. I have nothing to do at home."

Song Xianyin was so bored staying at home.

Fu Ci ignored her, picked up the stir-fried dishes and went into the house, with Song Xianyin silently following behind him.

If you disagree, just ignore them.

After taking several different buses, Song Qin finally arrived at her destination.

The factory is in a remote area. Although the environment is not very good, the dormitory is very large, and it is more than enough for three people to live in.

When they came downstairs carrying large bags and small packages, a woman was coming down with a child in her arms.

The woman glanced at them, then lowered her head and walked away silently.

"Mother, who are they?"

"Keep your voice down," the woman said softly.

Fu Zhiyi looked at all this and felt a little disappointed.

This was nothing like the big city she had imagined. It was extremely dilapidated, only slightly larger than a village, and nothing else.

Song Qin was very excited; she just wanted to make money, not farm.

"Come on, third brother, let's carry the things upstairs. Your father can't take it anymore."

Fu Zhiyi glanced at Lao Fu, who was clearly fine, sighed, and resignedly helped Song Qin carry the luggage upstairs.

The two of them didn't finish moving until late at night. Every now and then, people would come downstairs and stare at them, which made Fu Zhiyi very uncomfortable.

"I have to thank you, Uncle Qin, for providing me with a place to stay as soon as I arrived," Song Qin said with a smile, wiping the sweat from her forehead.

Old Fu sat on the stool, somewhat disgusted: "Why did you assign us such a shabby place? We're from the same hometown, after all."

Song Qin looked at him disapprovingly: "It's already good enough that they arranged things for us. If they hadn't helped us, we wouldn't know where to go on the main road right now."

Old Fu snorted coldly: "If he doesn't help, you'll see if I come or not."

He didn't want to come; they begged him to.

Song Qin shook her head helplessly and continued packing her luggage.

Fu Zhiyi stood in front of the window. The iron bars were covered with stubborn black stains, and it was unclear how long it had been since they were cleaned. Mold spots also seeped from the ceiling. Looking down from the window, she could see several large garbage cans, all of them full. The surrounding area was filled with garbage in a mess, and a stench kept lingering around her nose.

Seeing her standing there, Song Qin smiled and said, "Aren't you happy? You've finally come to the big city."

Fu Zhiyi looked confused: "Mom, aren't big cities all very beautiful?"

Song Qin chuckled: "It's impossible for someone to be beautiful all the time; there must be some parts that aren't pretty."

"When we have time, Mom will take you to play and see the scenery here."

Fu Zhiyi wasn't very interested; she nodded silently.

The gap between ideals and reality is simply too great.