Quick Transmigration: Don't Let That Cannon Fodder Go

Chapter 314 The Second Daughter in the Historical Fiction 9

Children in the village are different from children in the city; they have to work in the fields as soon as they have a holiday.

Every weekend, a group of children would gather in the fields, while the adults chatted and laughed as they worked.

The weather has been getting hotter and hotter lately, and Song Xianyin feels like she's about to be sunburned.

"Mom, it's so hot! Can't we wait until the sun gets a little cooler before we start working?"

Song Xianyin's face was flushed from the sun, and her forehead was covered in sweat.

Song Qin worked briskly, panting as she said, "We can't wait while we work. We're not some rich young lady. Hurry up, everyone else is already working."

Song Xianyin sighed and resignedly continued working.

The more Song Xianyin worked, the more unfair it felt. Why did her father stay at home and not have to work, while they had to do all the work?

When we get back, we still have to cook for him; he acts like a big shot.

"I will never come back when I grow up," Song Xianyin said in a muffled voice.

Fu Zhiyi, wearing a straw hat, glanced at her and said, "Stop complaining. You could get more work done while you're being unhappy."

Song Xianyin didn't want to pay attention to her. Looking around, everyone else was working together as a couple, except for their family.

Just then, an older woman walked over to Song Qin, looking distressed. "Every time I work, that thing falls out. It's driving me crazy!"

Song Qin frowned slightly: "You didn't go and check either."

The woman shook her head with a wry smile: "Why waste that money? Just stuff it in, it's just so annoying that it keeps falling out."

"What fell out?" Song Xianyin leaned closer.

Song Qin pushed her away and scolded in a low voice, "Why is a little girl like you asking these questions? Go do your work."

"Humph."

Song Xianyin, annoyed by her failed attempt to slack off, stormed off.

She hates doing chores!

Fu Zhiyi watched Song Xianyin walking around and got a little angry: "You're slacking off again. I do more work than you."

“Then you’re slacking off too,” Song Xianyin said matter-of-factly.

Fu Zhiyi, of course, couldn't slack off, and she choked.

"Look how tired your mother is, can't you feel sorry for her?"

"Don't make it sound like I didn't do anything, okay? I've been working here all day, and Dad's been lying at home sleeping without you saying a word," Song Xianyin retorted.

She always talks about herself.

Unable to win the argument with Song Xianyin, Fu Zhiyi remained silent for a while before looking down at her work.

She didn't want to talk to Song Xianyin anymore. Every time, she had to compare herself to her father or her older brother. How could these things be compared?

Song Xianyin has always firmly believed since childhood that as long as you care about someone, that person's burdens will fall on your shoulders.

Previously, her maternal grandmother had scolded Song Xianyin for being exactly like her father, both being selfish and never considering others.

Just as Song Xianyin was dawdling while working, someone suddenly called her name softly from the edge of the field.

Song Xianyin frowned as she looked at him. Although they were in the same class, she didn't seem to know him very well.

"Song Xianyin, come here." The boy called her name softly again.

He looked at Fu Ci, who was working beside him, with some fear. When Fu Ci did not react, he raised his voice.

Song Xianyin walked to the side, looked up at him, and asked, "What?"

The sun was a bit too bright, and Song Xianyin's brows were furrowed tightly.

The boy's face was red from the sun or something else, and he nervously handed something to Song Xianyin.

"Song Xianyin, this is candy my aunt brought back from the city. Here, have some."

Song Xianyin looked at him suspiciously; he was being so kind.

The boy's gaze kept drifting towards Fu Ci beside him, as if afraid that Fu Ci would come up and kill him with a hoe.

Fu Ci happened to be passing by, and Song Xianyin stepped aside to catch his candy.

The boy squatted down, nervously watching Song Xianyin peeling candy wrappers below.

The moment the candy entered her mouth, Song Xianyin's eyes lit up.

"It's delicious, thank you."

Looking at Song Xianyin's smiling eyes, the boy blushed even more.

"Song Xianyin, we're moving seats next week, could you...?"

"Song Xianyin, move this upstairs." A calm voice suddenly came from the side.

"How am I supposed to move something this heavy?" Song Xianyin looked at Fu Ci in disbelief.

Is he crazy?

Fu Ci looked at her and said, "You've rested long enough, haven't you? If you can't move it, just drag it over."

After saying that, he turned and left.

Song Xianyin was furious. She had come here because she was afraid of being bossed around by her mother, but now Fu Ci was the one bossing her around.

"It's so annoying!"

Song Xianyin complained as she dragged the basket of things, but despite her efforts, it barely moved.

A villager nearby laughed and said, "Fu Lao Er, you have the body of a princess but the life of a maid."

Everyone here grew up in the village, but no one but Song Xianyin seems to enjoy complaining as much as she does.

Hearing this, Song Qin couldn't help but laugh out loud: "A princess, indeed! What country's princesses don't study properly and just fight with people all day long?"

The adults all laughed together.

Song Xianyin glanced at them speechlessly and continued with her work.

While we were working, Fu Ci's classmate passed by here.

Their family conditions were clearly better, and Song Xianyin never saw these people working in the fields.

Her mother even lied to her, saying that everyone has to work in the fields, but these people don't.

Those people were still holding books. Fu Ci stood to the side, looking down at them. He was covered in mud, wearing a vest, and his forehead and arms were covered in sweat. He looked out of place among the others.

"Fu Ci, you're about to take the high school entrance exam, and your family still makes you do chores?" a girl couldn't help but say.

Shouldn't they be studying at home now? There are already very few people from their village who get into high school.

Fu Ci wiped his hands with a clean cloth and wrote down the steps on a piece of paper.

"No delay."

“If I resign, there’s definitely no problem,” another boy said with a grin.

The teachers all say that Fu Ci is exceptionally smart.

Fu Ci knew he smelled of mud, so he moved a little further away and quietly explained the problem to them.

The adults nearby also noticed this scene.

“Song Qin, your eldest son is really amazing. Even the village chief’s kids come to ask him questions.”

Song Qin was extremely proud, but she still said modestly, "He's not that good. He just does a lot of practice problems and is very skilled at them."

After explaining the topic, Fu Ci picked up his hoe and prepared to leave.

The girl next to him quickly stopped him: "Fu Ci, these are questions my dad brought back from the city. You can take them home and look at them."

The people around them were cheering, and the girl hit them, looking at Fu Ci somewhat embarrassedly: "I don't really need it, you can take it."

Fu Ci shook his head: "Keep it for yourself, it will come in handy someday, I don't need it."

He doesn't like owing others, nor does he like the cycle of repayment.

The girl looked at his retreating figure and lowered her head in disappointment.