Quick Transmigration: Don't Let That Cannon Fodder Go

Chapter 366 The Second Daughter in the Historical Fiction 61

Early in the morning, the villagers had already gone up the mountain with their hoes.

Old Jiang ate his porridge with pickled vegetables from time to time.

"My little sister loves this pickled vegetable so much, I'll get her some when she goes to school in a few days."

Old Jiang said to Aunt Jiang.

Aunt Jiang smiled and said, "These days, not many kids like to eat pickled vegetables."

Song Xianyin held the bowl and took a big gulp: "Maybe it's because I have a strong palate."

Old Jiang said in a rough voice, "We farmers just like to eat something flavorful."

He smiled and looked at Song Xianyin: "Take two bottles with you to school."

Song Xianyin shook her head: "No, no."

Old Jiang frowned: "Why didn't you bring it? It's so delicious."

Song Xianyin said seriously, "People will laugh at me if I bring this to school."

Old Jiang looked at her in disbelief: "What kind of school is that? What's so funny about eating pickled vegetables? Don't they eat vegetables?"

Aunt Jiang patted him on the shoulder: "Kids in the city don't eat pickled vegetables; they're too salty and unhealthy."

“I see they all buy those soft breads, they’re huge, and they have cream on top.”

Old Jiang frowned: "What's so good about that dry stuff? It just makes your throat dry."

"Whether it's my sister or not, we all don't want to eat it."

“I love to eat! Cake is delicious!” Song Xianyin retorted.

Old Jiang was speechless: "Delicious my ass! You've never had anything good to eat. Your mother really wants to eat the pickled vegetables from home. When Zhiyi goes back, we'll have to bring her a few bottles."

Aunt Jiang came out, holding a letter in her hand: "Sister, take a look at what's written on this."

Song Xianyin put down the bowl in her hand and went over to look.

At that moment, Fu Zhiyi was in her room talking on the phone with Song Qin.

Hearing Song Qin's rambling voice on the other end of the phone, Fu Zhiyi's eyes reddened again.

She misses her mother.

"Didn't your dad come? Does he still not want to talk to me on the phone?"

Fu Zhiyi responded, "His leg was bitten by a dog, so he doesn't really want to walk."

Song Qin's voice immediately became anxious: "How did you get bitten by a dog? I knew those dogs in the village would get into trouble sooner or later."

"How serious is it? Have you gotten any medication?"

“Mom, don’t worry, Dad went to see a doctor. He’s very protective of his life,” Fu Zhiyi replied.

Even if they all die, his father will still cling to life in this world; that's just the kind of person he is.

Song Qin was relieved: "Did you give all the money to your father and brother?"

Fu Zhiyi hesitated, "I gave it to Dad, and he was very happy."

"What about your brother?"

"They gave it to me too..."

But the older brother didn't want it.

Song Qin continued to instruct on the other end of the phone: "Don't go out to play these few days. Get ready to pack your things. You'll be coming in a few days. Don't forget anything."

"Mom has already arranged for someone to bring you here. Be good on the way, and be sweet-talking. Don't stay silent. Even though it's just a convenient delivery, it's not easy for them..."

Song Qin has been very busy lately, and her desire to start a business is growing stronger.

She even snatched the unwanted fabric from the factory, but the resale price was too low, so she directly sewed several identical garments based on those hanging in the mall.

But only the appearance is exactly the same; the label was sewn on by her own hand.

She didn't even know what brand of clothes were hanging there; she only knew that girls liked all kinds of clothes these days.

She was just trying it out that day, but she didn't expect that someone would actually ask her about it.

How much is this for?

Song Qin thought about the original price of the clothes in the mall and tentatively said a number.

The man's eyes lit up with surprise, but then doubt crept in: "Is this the real deal?"

Song Qin couldn't understand what he was saying at all, but simply smiled and replied, "Of course."

The man turned the skirt upside down, biting his lip. He didn't know what the original looked like, but this one did look quite similar.

"Why are you selling clothes so furtively?" the man asked, still somewhat worried.

Song Qin gave an ambiguous answer: "Sir, we source these from other places, so it's not convenient for us to sell them in stores. You should know a little about this."

The man didn't know anything. He frowned, thinking that the goods were probably obtained through illegal channels.

Who cares? This one looks no different from the one hanging in the mall, and it's so much cheaper.

"You're buying this for your girlfriend, right? This style is really trendy right now."

The man looked down on Song Qin for her obsequious manner.

"Don't ask what you shouldn't ask."

The man picked up the skirt and pointed to another one on the wall of the clothing store: "Do you have that one?"

Song Qin looked for a while and said, "Yes, yes, but they are still on their way and will probably take some time."

The man replied, "Got it, by sea. Okay, wrap this up for me."

Seeing the genuine box that Song Qin took out, the last bit of worry in the man's heart disappeared.

It was Song Qin's first time doing this, and she was a little nervous. The people guarding the entrance of the clothing store were watching them the whole time, and Song Qin was afraid that she would be discovered.

The noodle stall owner does the same job every day, but she doesn't feel tired at all.

Seeing her two children's grades getting better and better is what makes her happiest.

"Boss lady, are you going to see Song Qin again with these dried eggplants?" A man standing by the roadside smoking smiled at her.

The noodle stall owner laughed and said, "What boss lady? I don't have a man in my family, I'm the only boss."

Another man walked by and joked, "Boss, if you marry him, your stall will have a boss!"

The man who was smoking also laughed.

The boss looked at him with disdain: "Forget it, I don't care about a man who has to borrow money for cigarettes."

"Tsk, look at you, you take a joke seriously again."

"Really boring……"

The noodle stall owner ignored them and headed straight for Song Qin's house.

She walked for a while and suddenly saw Mr. Liang coming down from that dilapidated building.

He was wearing a suit and looked extremely pleased.

When the driver saw him get out, he immediately helped open the door.

The noodle stall owner frowned as he watched the car drive away.

She carried the bamboo basket to Song Qin's door and knocked.

"Song Qin, it's me. I've brought you some dried eggplant!"

"I'm coming!"

Song Qin quickly opened the door; the room was filled with fabrics and some packaging boxes.

She looked at the sweat on Song Qin's forehead and sighed, "Aren't you tired of doing this every day?"

Song Qin smiled and said, "How can working be tiring?"

"I'll treat you to a late-night snack tonight, so you can relax a bit."

The noodle stall owner laughed and said, "Looks like you've made quite a few these past few days."

Song Qin replied, "I've already found a factory, otherwise it would be too tiring for me to do it all myself."

The noodle stall owner placed the dried eggplant on the table and then casually sat down on the sofa.

She felt something poking her, frowned, and took the thing out, only to find it was a delicate lighter.

Why is the lighter here?

Song Qin glanced at it and smiled: "I just used it and forgot to put it back. You can just leave it on the table."

"Hey, your lighter is pretty nice."

"Right, it was taken from that factory. I only took it because it looked nice."