Quick Transmigration: Don't Let That Cannon Fodder Go

Chapter 365 The Second Daughter in the Historical Fiction 60

This late-night snack took a long time to eat.

Song Qin had wanted to go back to sleep for a while, but since everyone was drinking there, she felt bad about spoiling their fun.

The fat factory manager had already fallen asleep on the table, while several other people were drunkenly holding up their glasses, clamoring to keep drinking.

"You guys keep drinking, I'm leaving now. My child is still at home, I need to go back and see him," a worker said to the group of drinkers in a consultative tone.

The man holding the wine glass curled his lip and said in a rough voice, "No, no, the men haven't left yet. We can't have a meal without women."

The worker's smile was somewhat awkward: "There are still quite a few people here, and I just had a little to drink, so I'm not feeling well right now."

"Not feeling well?" the man laughed. "Stop making excuses. No one's allowed to escape today. We're drinking until we drop!"

Song Qin asked the noodle shop owner, "Should we leave now?"

The noodle shop owner nodded: "I'm also a little worried about my two kids at home."

They packed up and got up to leave.

The man, noticing their behavior, quickly stopped them, saying, "Hey, hey, you can't get off the table! You can only get off the table after you've drunk the wine."

The noodle shop owner chuckled dryly, "What kind of talk is that? People who can't drink have to drink to be able to drink?"

The man laughed: "Song Qin can drink, right? You're the best drinker among the women at this table. Come on, everyone who gets off the table, drink three cups as punishment. You can leave after you finish."

The noodle shop owner frowned: "It's not that I can't drink it, but these three cups of baijiu are a bit much, especially since Song Qin already drank a lot tonight."

"Is it alright to drink three cups of tea?"

The man burped, and a strong smell of alcohol emanated from his mouth.

"No, no, it would be so disrespectful of me to leave now."

The noodle shop owner wanted to say something, but Song Qin didn't say anything and just grabbed her to leave.

"But, this..." The noodle shop owner was afraid that Song Qin would be tripped up when she started work, so he wanted to explain.

Song Qin said directly, "It's okay, he's not my supervisor, he's just a worker in our group."

If he were a boss, she might have smiled and flattered him, but he's just an employee, what's the difference between him and her? And he's putting on airs at her.

The men naturally heard her words, and their faces immediately darkened.

Song Qin ignored them and left with the noodle stall owner.

The two parted ways at the corner. There was some sewage and garbage on the ground, but Song Qin was already used to the environment here.

She picked up the clothes and smelled them; they smelled of alcohol and cigarettes, with a hint of mildew.

The weather has been terrible these past few days. The rain has been falling on and off, and the clothes just won't dry. She'll have to use the coal stove to dry them tonight.

As she walked, she suddenly saw a familiar figure outside the convenience store. The person was holding a bottle of drink and squatting outside the store, looking at something.

“Mr. Liang, why are you hiding here?” Song Qin walked over and smiled at him.

Mr. Liang was taken aback when he saw Song Qin. He stood up somewhat awkwardly and said, "It's not convenient for you to drink while I'm there."

They had to watch his expression when they drank, but he wouldn't drink; he wasn't used to that kind of atmosphere.

"Mr. Liang, don't you have these where you live?"

Mr. Liang smiled and said, "Yes, but in Hong Kong, they are all acquaintances, so they won't be so considerate."

He looked at the puddle on the ground: "Are you leaving now to go home?"

Song Qin nodded. She always felt that Mr. Liang's Mandarin was a bit strange.

She's even stranger than this country girl.

"Okay, then I'll take you back. I'm leaving the factory anyway."

"What would you like to buy?" Mr. Liang pointed to the items in the store.

Song Qin shook her head: "I won't buy it."

The items in this store are more expensive than elsewhere, and she wouldn't buy anything here unless absolutely necessary.

I heard that the owner of this shop is a relative of the fat factory manager, no wonder he opened a shop here for him.

The shoes made a slapping sound as they stepped on the ground, splashing water everywhere.

Song Qin frowned as she looked at her pants, then bent down and rolled up the cuffs.

She straightened up and realized that Mr. Liang was looking at her. She explained, "This water is very dirty, and it will be tiring to wash with it."

Mr. Liang nodded in realization.

Song Qin glanced at the white suit pants he was wearing. He definitely didn't need to do laundry, and the person who did his laundry must be having a hard time.

Neither of them spoke again.

When they arrived at Song Qin's building, Mr. Liang suddenly asked, "Miss Song, do you only have one source of income now?"

"The factory has received a new batch of materials."

Song Qin didn't understand what he meant, but she nodded nonetheless.

She could never understand the hidden meanings of these cultured people.

Seeing that she didn't understand, Mr. Liang said helplessly, "A lot of unused materials in the factory are just thrown away, but it's the workers who do it. You should pay attention to that."

The factory's veteran workers earned income not only from their regular work but also from pilfering materials from the factory. However, these were just a drop in the ocean for the fat factory manager, who didn't really care about them.

At this time, the village was filled with the smell of firewood and the aroma of food.

The sky was ablaze with rosy clouds, and even the dogs playing on the mountain wagged their tails and bounced home.

"That son of a bitch, that dead dog should have been slaughtered. That family is unreasonable too," Old Fu cursed.

The three siblings ate their meal without saying a word.

"I was just passing by when that beast bit my leg."

Old Fu sat in a rocking chair, his trousers rolled up, revealing a horrific wound from a dog bite, stained with blood and mixed with medicine.

He winced in pain: "Next time I encounter it, you'll see if I kill it."

Song Xianyin frowned: "Why don't you just leave it alone?"

The dog was peacefully sleeping there, but he insisted on scaring it. When the dog woke up, he was the one who was frightened. He ended up stepping on the dog's tail, and the dog, in pain, bit Lao Fu's leg.

Old Fu instinctively picked up a stick and hit the dog. The dog was frightened and bit Old Fu's leg, refusing to let go. That's how the conflict started.

Old Fu even went to the dog owner's house demanding money, but the dog owner looked at him like he was an idiot: "Who asks for money after being bitten by a dog? It's not my dog ​​anymore, I don't even have a kennel for it in my house."

"I don't have any money, but if you're still angry about this dog, you can take it and keep it yourself."

What can Lao Fu do to him if he just won't admit it?

Old Fu couldn't do anything to him, so he slunk back home and chose to vent his anger at home.

“That beast is exactly like his master, both are beasts, one big beast and one small beast, they will definitely be punished.”