Quick Transmigration: Don't Let That Cannon Fodder Go

Chapter 326 The Second Daughter in the Historical Fiction 21

Lao Fu and Song Qin are having another cold war.

Because Song Qin said she wanted to go out and work.

No woman in the village dared to make decisions for the men.

Song Qin looked at Lao Fu, whose face was cold, and her expression was extremely troubled: "We have three children at home. What if they go to high school and then to university? How will we pay for their tuition?"

She couldn't support all three of them by farming alone.

When the eldest son gets married, where won't he need money?

Old Fu scoffed, "You, Song Qin, are so clever. Everyone else is content to stay home and farm, but you're the only one who wants to go out and work. Nobody knows as much as you."

Sulking, Song Qin retorted while wiping the table, "What's so great about me? I only want to go out and make money because I'm not great."

If she could earn money just by sitting at home, she wouldn't need to go out.

She just wanted to go out. Before she got married, she had always wanted to work hard outside, if it weren't for her mother stopping her...

After lunch, Song Qin hurriedly ran to her neighbor's house.

She went to ask them what kind of work they did outside and how they could suddenly earn so much money.

Xiao Qin was someone Song Qin had practically raised, so when Song Qin asked, he didn't hide anything.

"Sister Song, I was really lucky. I used to work for a boss outside. When the business got bigger, they assigned me a department, and then I started working independently."

Seeing that Song Qin was listening attentively, Xiao Qin smiled and said, "If you also want to do it, you can come to my factory to learn first. After you learn, you can also go out and work on your own."

There are so many people like this now. Since the opening up, there are opportunities everywhere. As long as someone guides you, you won't have to worry about not making money.

Song Qin was very tempted. Who would want to stay at home and farm for the rest of their life? Wouldn't it be better to give the children better conditions? They wouldn't have to go hungry anymore.

During dinner that evening, Song Qin brought up the matter again, seemingly casually.

“I’ve wanted to go before, but my mother wouldn’t let me,” Song Qin said softly. “Now that I finally have a chance, I might as well give it a try.”

“Mom, you go ahead,” Song Xianyin replied.

She'd heard her mother say the same thing for two or three days straight.

Song Qin sighed and ruffled Song Xianyin's hair.

Old Fu ate with a stern face, without saying a word.

That's really the opposite.

"Mother, I want to go too! I want to go to the city!" Song Xianyin had already begun to imagine her life in the city.

Song Qin paused for a moment and looked at Fu Zhiyi.

Fu Zhiyi lowered her head, gripping her chopsticks tightly, her face filled with worry.

But Zhiyi cried with her just last night...

"Third brother, do you want to go too? It's the same if you go to school in the county." Song Qin asked hesitantly.

Song Xianyin thought about it and realized that going to school in a big city would cost a lot of money, so she decided against it.

"Go where? Nobody else is going, but you're the only one who wants to go," Old Fu grumbled.

She's a woman, going out to work alone. What will the villagers think of her?

“Just because someone else doesn’t want to go doesn’t mean Mom can’t go either. You’re being unreasonable,” Song Xianyin said angrily.

"But other people's fathers have to go to the fields, why don't you go? You make us kids go instead!"

She hates working in the fields; it's exhausting.

If he could go a few times a week, Mom wouldn't have to work so hard.

"Song Xianyin, do you want to die?!" Old Fu roared, grabbing a handkerchief from the side and slamming it hard into Song Xianyin's face.

Everything's turning against him! First, Song Qin wouldn't listen to him, then Song Xianyin talked back to him. He has no authority in this family anymore!

"Yeah, go ahead and kill me if you dare!" Song Xianyin threw the handkerchief into his mouth. "You gigolo, you don't deserve to be my father!"

She wasn't afraid of him at all; everyone in the village looked down on him, and she looked down on him too.

Old Fu was panting heavily, his eyes bloodshot as he looked at Song Xianyin.

No wonder she always goes against her; they both have the surname Song, but she doesn't even acknowledge him as her father anymore.

Old Fu sneered, "If you don't want to stay in this house, then get out. We've already wasted enough money on you."

Song Xianyin wanted to continue, but Song Qin yelled, "Song Xianyin! How dare you talk to your father like that?! How dare you, a child, talk back to your father like that!"

"I'm speaking up for you, you traitor!" Song Xianyin was furious.

Song Qin was so angry that she instinctively wanted to slap her; she was becoming more and more unruly.

She looked at the crying Song Xianyin, and her hand froze in mid-air.

"I hate you two so much, you two are disgusting."

Song Xianyin pushed Song Qin away and went back to her room crying.

She will never forgive them again in her life.

Old Fu sat in his seat and sneered, "Look at your Song family, look at the good daughter you raised, what kind of person is she?"

He handed the bowl to Fu Zhiyi: "Go, get Dad a bowl of rice."

Fu Zhiyi glanced at Song Qin hesitantly, then silently went to get more rice.

Song Xianyin even called her stupid, but she's the stupid one! Doesn't she know that in her mother's heart, her father is the most important person? And she always goes against her father.

Song Qin remained silent all evening until Fu Ci returned from school.

The candlelight in the room was dim, and Song Qin kept sighing, "What will your father do if I leave?"

Fu Ci glanced at his mother while eating and said, "Mom, Dad's health isn't so bad that he can't go out to work."

Old Fu was healthier than many people in the village, but he always complained of leg pain whenever he worked, and he could burn down the kitchen if asked to cook a dish. Over time, Song Qin stopped asking him to work.

Anyway, he wouldn't do a good job even if he were asked to.

Song Qin said wearily, "Mother really wants to go out. Mother doesn't want to stay in the village farming all the time."

She smiled and said, "With your support, I have nothing to worry about. You are an educated person, so your perspective is definitely different. We'll see how your father arranges things in the future."

Song Qin glanced at the closed door and lowered her voice: "Eldest son, you shouldn't go to school here anymore. I'll help you find a school over there. The teachers there should be better."

Fu Ci refused: "No need, Mom. I'm going to high school soon, and I don't want to adapt to a new environment."

Song Qin tried to persuade him several more times, but seeing that Fu Ci really didn't want to go, she sighed regretfully.

Actually, she wanted to take Fu Ci with her. He was a boy with good grades, and a big city would be more suitable for him.

"Then tell me, should I take the second child or the third child? They both want to go. The second child had another argument with your father tonight."

Just thinking about Song Qin gives me a headache.

Song Xianyin seemed to have a grudge against Lao Fu, finding fault with him at every turn, even though he was her father.

"You and Dad should decide this," Fu Ci said quietly.

“Yesterday, my second daughter came to me crying, saying she didn’t want to be separated from me. That’s just how she is; she’s prone to crying and thinks a lot. I’m afraid that if I leave her at home, she’ll resent me.”