Quick Transmigration: Don't Let That Cannon Fodder Go

Chapter 391 The Second Daughter in the Historical Fiction 86

Although Song Qin didn't say she was leaving in the next few days, everyone in the family except Lao Fu assumed they knew about it.

After returning home, Lao Fu continued to complain.

"You should have cleaned the house before you left. Look at you now, the floor is covered in dust. What kind of house does this look like?"

"You're back as if you weren't even here. You didn't clean the house as well as I did myself."

Song Qin gave a perfunctory reply, and then began to think about tomorrow's plans.

Tomorrow she's going to take Song Xianyin and Fu Ci to rent a house.

But she couldn't let Lao Fu know, so she had to come up with a reason.

Old Fu sat leisurely in his rocking chair, listening to the radio, occasionally ordering Song Qin around.

"I didn't get enough to eat there. Go and cook me two dishes, and remember to make them spicy. Cut up all the meat and other meats you have at home, don't skimp on them."

Song Qin glanced at him and went to the kitchen to cook quietly.

Old Fu instructed Fu Ci beside him: "Son, there still needs to be a woman in the house. You see, if there isn't a woman in the house, how can the food cooked by the men be eaten?"

“Who said that? My brother is a great cook,” Song Xianyin retorted.

Old Fu glared at him, "Who told you to talk? You're not acting like a proper girl at all."

Song Xianyin rolled her eyes and continued eating her snack.

She muttered, "And he calls himself a grown man, but he can't even cook for himself."

Although Song Xianyin's cooking isn't very good and she doesn't particularly enjoy cooking, she still cooks for herself when no one is home, so at least she won't starve.

But Lao Fu is different. If no one cooks for him at home, he'll go to Lao Jiang's house for a meal one minute, and then go to some other house for a free meal the next. He's incredibly shameless.

Song Qin prepared two dishes and brought them out.

Old Fu sat leisurely at the table, warming himself by the fire and drinking hot tea, his face showing great enjoyment.

Song Qin, sitting next to him, glanced at him and said, "I'm taking them to buy some notebooks and pens tomorrow. Do you want to come?"

Old Fu frowned immediately: "Why do we need to buy pens and notebooks again? Don't they have that many?"

“The new semester has started, and they’re learning so much more that the remaining notebooks simply aren’t enough,” Song Qin explained.

Old Fu's tone was somewhat displeased: "Didn't you say the school would provide them? And even the school's allocation isn't enough?"

Song Qin was speechless: "It's a good thing that the child likes to write, but it's not like we can't even afford a notebook. What will people think of us if they find out?"

Old Fu was unhappy again: "You guys go by yourselves, I'm not going."

Song Qin breathed a sigh of relief. Luckily, they said they were going to buy notebooks. If they had said they were going to buy some food, he would have gone with them.

He wanted to buy his lousy liquor, his lousy cigarettes, and all sorts of other random things.

Song Qin tossed and turned all night, unable to sleep.

Before dawn the next day, Song Qin quickly woke them all up.

Song Xianyin was so sleepy she could barely keep her eyes open.

They took a tractor into town today. The tractor was noisy and shaky. Song Xianyin tried to sleep on it, but she was jolted awake almost immediately. It was incredibly painful.

As soon as they arrived in the city, Song Qin immediately contacted the person from yesterday and asked him to take them to see a house.

The houses near Song Xianyin's school are very expensive, far exceeding Song Qin's expectations.

She had already set a mental estimate for the rent here, but when she arrived, she was still shocked. How could it be more expensive than in Linhai City?

The man naturally understood Song Qin's attitude.

He explained, "Other places are cheaper than here. Have you considered other areas? This area is particularly expensive because many parents come here to accompany their children to school."

"If you want a house with a lower budget, I can recommend a few more. They also have good lighting, and the landlords live there themselves."

Song Qin refused.

She just wanted to find a house near the school.

Besides, the police station is also nearby, and if you go further out, you'll reach the market, where there are all sorts of strange and unusual people doing business. She wasn't comfortable with that.

Finally, they found a house.

The rent for the house was reasonable, but it was very small and a bit damp.

Sunlight can't get in, so we can only use artificial light during the day.

Song Xianyin looked at the mold on the wall with a worried expression.

"How can these houses be so expensive?" She simply couldn't understand it.

The landlady was an old lady who used a cane.

She recommended this room to Song Qin.

“There’s a large door downstairs, so outsiders can’t get in. Also, there are several new teachers on this floor, all from your school, so you don’t need to worry too much about safety.”

Fu Zhiyi didn't think anything of it, because she and Song Qin had lived in similar houses before, and their place was even more damp.

She still remembers the centipede crawling behind her pillow.

Fu Zhiyi glanced at Song Xianyin beside her.

She remembered that Song Xianyin seemed to dislike damp environments.

Song Qin was very satisfied with the house.

"They only come here to stay during holidays. They usually stay in the dormitory, so it doesn't matter whether there is sunshine or not."

"Besides, it's so close to the school, which is quite convenient. There's also a police station nearby, so you don't have to be afraid to sleep here at night."

Song Qin looked at Fu Ci and Song Xianyin, wanting to hear their opinions.

Fu Ci didn't have any objections. He was fine with living anywhere. When he used to work on construction sites, the places he lived were even worse than this.

But Song Xianyin...

Seeing that everyone's eyes were on her, Song Xianyin didn't dare to say that she hated this place.

After all, this was the house Song Qin had found with her best efforts. If she were to be picky again, she would truly be an ingrate.

"I'm fine with anything, this place is great," Song Xianyin smiled.

Fu Ci glanced at her.

Song Qin was overjoyed to see that Song Xianyin had agreed. Her biggest worry was that Song Xianyin might not like it here.

She wasn't worried about Fu Ci at all, since he could sleep anywhere; Fu Ci had never been particular about such things.

Just as they were discussing the length of the contract, two cockroaches walked past them side by side.

They ran so fast they disappeared in an instant.

The atmosphere fell silent, and Song Qin looked at Song Xianyin again.

The old lady sipped her own tea and began to speak.

"It's alright, little sister. There's a little bit of this stuff around here, and it's not poisonous, so what are you afraid of?"

Song Xianyin nodded: "I'm not afraid."

She wasn't afraid of cockroaches; she just found them a little disgusting.

Their village is very dry, with dust often floating on the ground, and the trees are not particularly dense, so there are very few cockroaches.

Song Xianyin stood in the room, looking at the black spots under the faucet and the unidentified stains in the bathroom that she couldn't scrub off, her heart pounding.

Will I really not have nightmares if I sleep here?

Song Xianyin wants to paint again. Forget about studying or the future; making money is the most important thing right now.