Quick Transmigration: Don't Let That Cannon Fodder Go

Chapter 395 The Second Daughter in the Historical Fiction 90

Song Qin added an unusually large amount of chili peppers, so much so that her eyes were almost too hot to open.

Fu Zhiyi was also choking loudly beside her.

"Mom, do we really have to put in so many chilies?" Fu Zhiyi coughed a few times and stood at the door.

“Your dad likes spicy food, so let him eat more. He won’t be able to eat it after I’m gone.”

The car arrived shortly afterward.

The bus was almost full, and the driver rolled down the window and shouted, "Let's go, let's go! You two are the only ones left. Hurry up and pack your things."

Song Qin was a little anxious. She quickly stir-fried the duck meat in the pot for a few seconds and then immediately put it into a bowl.

"Second brother, hurry up and put those pieces of luggage upstairs first," Song Qin called out.

"Okay!" Fu Zhiyi replied and quickly went to move her luggage.

Fu Ci also came out of the room to help them move their things.

"Oh dear, why are there so many things? There's no room left." An old man frowned, his face full of impatience.

The driver kept stuffing luggage into the car, saying dismissively, "Old man, please don't say anything more. We're all just going to work, please be understanding."

"It's not a matter of being considerate or not; she's put all her things here with me, and I can't even open my legs properly," the old woman complained.

The driver pretended not to hear and kept helping Fu Zhiyi stuff her luggage.

"Little sister, you sit down first!"

The driver called into the house again, "Sister Song, why aren't you coming over yet? We really have to leave."

"I'm coming!"

Song Qin took the luggage from Fu Zhiyi's hands and said breathlessly to Fu Ci, "Study hard at home, listen to your father, and don't always upset him. He has a bad temper."

Song Qin finally managed to squeeze into the car, and the people next to her were getting impatient.

"Go inside! Why are you sitting outside? I get carsick, I need to sit outside."

Song Qin moved to another seat inside.

She leaned against the window, repeatedly telling Fu Ci, "If you run out of money, call Mom. Don't keep it to yourself. It's getting cold, wear more clothes, don't always wear so little..."

"Tsk." The person next to him was speechless from being squeezed.

"Are you leaving or not? You keep talking, but I have to go to work today."

"Driver, hurry up! We can't wait until she and her son finish talking. A whole year has passed and they still haven't cleared things up?"

Song Qin frowned: "Alright, alright, I won't say anymore, let's go."

"You can't even say a few words."

"Well, you don't even look at how long you said you'd take. Everyone on the bus is waiting for you."

"You're not waiting for me alone, are you? Didn't I wait for you for quite a while last time too?"

Fu Zhiyi silently tried to minimize her presence. Every time she rode in this kind of vehicle, the people inside would start arguing.

Old Fu was completely unaware of this. He lay flat on his back with his hands on his chest, his lips open as he breathed, and his snoring grew louder and louder.

Sometimes he would suddenly choke on his own snoring, pause for a moment, and then continue snoring.

In his dream, he was eating duck meat with lots of chili peppers, and it smelled especially good. The stir-fried chili peppers were even tastier than the duck meat.

Old Fu couldn't help but smack his lips, vaguely thinking that he would have duck meat to eat tomorrow.

The noise gradually subsided, and the whole village fell silent again.

Unlike the lively atmosphere of summer nights, the village's winter nights always seem somewhat desolate.

Fu Ci took a sip of water and went to the kitchen to cook.

There's still a lot of leftover rice left over from dinner, so there's no need to cook it again.

The food was cooked quickly. He put the food on the table, then went into the house and knocked on Song Xianyin's door.

"Let's go out for dinner, they've left."

The room was quiet.

Fu Ci stood there and waited. After a short while, the door opened.

Song Xianyin's hair was a bit messy, there were still tear stains at the corners of her eyes, and her eyes were terribly swollen.

Fu Ci looked down at her red and swollen face from crying and said, "Let's go."

He put some new coal in the stove. The smell of the burning new coal was a bit pungent, and it made Song Xianyin's eyes feel uncomfortable.

Fu Ci opened the window a crack, and the cold wind outside howled in, sounding terrifying.

He squatted down by the table and loosened the lid of the coal stove a little.

"Don't kick it."

Song Xianyin ate her meal quietly, looking listless and without any energy.

"Would you like some duck?" Fu Ci asked casually, turning on a small lamp.

"It's so spicy." Song Xianyin's voice was a little hoarse.

"Just wash it with water."

"It won't taste good if you wash it."

Fu Ci didn't say anything more. He leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes.

Song Xianyin observed Fu Ci in the dim light. Fu Ci seemed to be very tired every day, and there were some dark circles under his eyes.

He seems to have been helping others with chores these past few days, but he hasn't told them where he's been working.

Song Xianyin suddenly realized how incredibly immature she had been; her family was already struggling financially, yet she was still being so picky.

She shouldn't have talked back to her mother like that; that house was already very good for them.

She always felt both angry and guilty towards Song Qin.

Whenever she was with Song Qin, she couldn't help but get angry. She felt that the two of them were just naturally incompatible.

But Song Qin had been good enough to her, and every time she argued with her, she felt very upset.

"Crying too much will make you blind," Fu Ci said abruptly.

Song Xianyin, shoveling rice into her mouth, looked up at him and said, "I'm not a child anymore."

Don't think you can fool her with these words.

It would be better if she were truly blind.

And she was a blind woman.

That way, they wouldn't have felt any burden abandoning her back then, and she might have died in the snow instead of ending up like this.

"Brother, Dad said you have a girlfriend." Song Xianyin looked at him curiously.

Old Fu said that Fu Ci is working so hard to save money now, and he doesn't even give the money to Fu Ci, because he must have a girlfriend now and wants to buy things for her.

Fu Ci ignored her.

Song Xianyin lowered her head sheepishly and continued eating.

The wind outside seeped in through the cracks in the window, and Song Xianyin felt a little cold.

"Brother, go close the window, I'm freezing."

Fu Ci turned around and went to close the window.

The next day, Song Xianyin was awakened by Lao Fu's cursing.

There were other people in the room, and they were talking excitedly about something.

A moment later, the sound of a cup being smashed came from inside, which startled Song Xianyin awake.

She hadn't slept for very long; her head was throbbing terribly.

"I knew she was plucking duck feathers in the middle of the night! So that's what she was up to. This woman is really terrifying." Old Fu's voice grew louder and louder.

Several men were sitting inside, smoking and frowning, their expressions extremely serious.

"This Song Qin really doesn't respect the head of the family at all, and she even dares to cheat people like this."

"Exactly, no matter what, she can't just take the child out alone. What kind of behavior is that?"

"Once this woman goes out, she becomes unruly and can't be brought back. You shouldn't have let her go in the first place. Look at the mess she's made of now, running so far away. How can you possibly control her!"