Quick Transmigration: Don't Let That Cannon Fodder Go

Chapter 308 The Second Daughter of the Historical Fiction (3 pages)

Old Fu has been angry for a week.

No matter how much his mother tried to persuade him, he refused to come out for dinner. Either his mother would take him in, or his third son would take him in.

Song Xianyin was already used to him being like this; her father didn't like to talk when he was angry.

She remembered one time when her father didn't speak to her mother for a whole year, but her mother still had to bring him food and wash his clothes.

The person she envied most in this family was her father.

The third child was the most obedient in the family. She felt sorry for her mother and would work with her every day after school.

"Third brother, you wash your dad's clothes first. I'm going to Aunt Song's house and I'll wash the dishes while I'm at it."

Upon hearing this, Lao Fu immediately lowered his voice and said, "The third sister still needs to study, don't waste her time."

Fu's mother was in a dilemma. She hadn't repaid the favor from last time, and now that she finally had some time, she was about to go to sleep.

The third son understood and said, "It's alright, Mother, I'll wash it."

Old Fu's face darkened further: "What are you washing for? Go inside and read a book."

He looked at Fu's mother impatiently: "Can't you wash it when you come back? You always make Lao San do so much work."

Fu's mother had no choice but to sigh and say, "Alright, alright, I'll wash it when I get back."

She smiled at the third brother: "Zhiyi, you should study hard."

After saying that, Fu's mother took a basket of things and went out.

The village was especially quiet at night, so quiet that you could hear Fu's mother and Aunt Song from next door laughing.

She couldn't tell whose radio was so loud; she could faintly hear it even at home.

When Fu's mother returned looking exhausted, she immediately went into the kitchen. When she saw the gleaming bowls, a smile spread across her face.

This daughter is the one who gives her the least worry.

She took a few steps forward, and sure enough, the clothes were washed.

Fu's mother walked quietly into the sisters' room.

The third brother was reading under the dim light of a kerosene lamp, while Song Xianyin was lying on the bed drawing in a mess.

"Third son, go to sleep. You have to get up early tomorrow morning." Mother Fu patted her third son's head.

The third brother nodded.

Fu's mother glanced guiltily at Song Xianyin beside her. They hadn't given her any money yesterday either, and she didn't know where she'd gone.

But she didn't dare ask her, afraid that if she did, Song Xianyin would ask her for money.

Pretending not to see Song Xianyin beside her, Fu's mother gave a few instructions to her third son and then left.

The third brother lowered his head, secretly pleased with himself.

Her mother liked her more than Song Xianyin.

A small family is a food chain, and someone always has to be at the bottom, and she can't be that role.

Because of Fu's mother's sensitive attitude towards Song Xianyin tonight, the third son no longer disliked Song Xianyin as much.

Looking at Song Xianyin's painting, she said softly, "Your painting is quite beautiful."

She said it was true, her drawings were even better than their teacher's.

Song Xianyin looked at her suspiciously. Had the sun risen in the west? She was actually praising her.

The third son lay on the bed and whispered, "Next time you wash Dad's clothes."

"Why should I?" Song Xianyin's voice suddenly rose.

The third brother quickly tugged at her: "Keep your voice down!"

"I washed them this time, it'll be your turn next time."

Song Xianyin snorted: "I'm not washing."

"Then I'll wash them all." The third brother said, somewhat angrily.

Song Xianyin narrowed her eyes as she looked at her: "It's none of my business if you want to wash it yourself. If you don't want to wash it, let your older brother do it. Men wash their own clothes."

The third brother choked up.

She could never win an argument with Song Xianyin.

She turned over, not wanting to pay attention to her anymore.

Why should she have to do so much work, while Song Xianyin doesn't have to do anything? She's not a boy.

For the past two or three days, Fu's mother has not seen Song Xianyin at home during the day.

She was getting impatient. She had originally intended for Song Xianyin to stay home and do chores, but who knew where she had gone off to play?

That won't do; she's the only one doing all the housework in the house.

Old Fu's health has been poor since he was young. He was always sick and would cough up blood every now and then. He couldn't do any heavy work, so the heavy work almost always fell on his mother.

"Song Xianyin! Song Xianyin!"

Fu's mother stood at the door and shouted loudly to those around her.

But all she received were echoes.

"That wild hussy, I don't know where she's gone all day!"

A villager was carrying a hoe and walked by. He smiled and nodded to Fu's mother.

"Song Qin, your second son has disappeared again?"

Song Qin said with exasperation, "That's not it, we can never find her."

The villager, puffing on his cigarette and revealing a set of yellow teeth, said, "You didn't let her go to school, and she didn't make a fuss, did she?"

Speaking of Song Qin, it's really strange that Song Xianyin didn't cause any trouble at all.

"Hey, that's strange, she didn't even cry once," Song Qin said in a low voice.

The villagers laughed even more heartily: "You always say the second child is immature, but I think she's mature now. She knows how hard it is for you two. Besides, she's a girl, and you've given her so much education, which is quite a lot. How many girls in the village have received so much education?"

The more Song Qin thought about it, the more she realized that this made sense.

“We can’t do anything about being poor, but we’ve done our best to support her, so you can’t blame us.”

At this moment, an older woman also came over to listen to their conversation.

As they were talking, the old lady suddenly had an idea.

Does your second child have someone they like?

Song Qin quickly waved her hand: "Hey, hey, she's still just a little kid, how would she know what likes or dislikes are?"

"Hey!" The old lady clicked her tongue in disapproval.

"What do you mean, 'I don't understand'? She's old enough to get married, and we're old enough to be dating."

Song Qin hesitated.

That's true. Song Xianyin is old enough to get married, but she's always acting crazy and thinks she's still a little kid.

The old woman glanced around and said in a hoarse voice, "Why don't you give it a try with our Hao Hao? We know each other well, so you'll feel more at ease if he comes to our house."

Song Qin frowned: "Will this work? She doesn't seem to like your Hao Hao very much."

He even talks about how ugly people are at home every day, saying that he feels like vomiting whenever he sees them.

Fortunately, these words were spoken at home. If outsiders had heard them, who knows how they would have scolded her.

The old woman continued to talk about her family's circumstances: "You can decide how much the bride price will be. We can earn quite a bit by working hard in the city."

She held Song Qin's hand and said, "What if your Fu Ci falls for a girl? Have you prepared a bride price for him? We can use that money to pay off the family."

Song Qin was indeed tempted.

Her family is indeed well-off, and they live so close by. She's currently worried about the dowry for her eldest son.