Quick Transmigration: Don't Let That Cannon Fodder Go

Chapter 313 The Second Daughter in the Historical Fiction 8

Fu Ci did not like his two younger sisters.

He was originally supposed to attend junior high school in the city, but because of the two of them, he could only go to the city for high school.

Family planning was strictly enforced, and when Song Qin was pregnant with Song Xianyin and Fu Zhiyi, she hid in a cave for several years.

The mountain was very high and steep, and ordinary people could not get in at all. At that time, Fu Ci had to cook breakfast every morning before going to school and deliver it to Song Qin. In the evening, he would cook breakfast and then climb the mountain again.

He didn't understand why the two of them insisted on having a child, especially with everyone's opposition. Wasn't this family poor enough?

"Eldest son, your mother originally wanted to give you a younger brother to ease the burden, but I didn't expect to give birth to a younger sister instead."

At that time, Song Qin lay weakly in the cave, covered with a thin blanket, her face frighteningly pale. She looked at Fu Ci and forced a smile at him.

“When your mother and father are gone, you will suffer alone. Although this is your younger sister, you can take care of each other.”

Fu Ci didn't think they were doing it for him at all.

In the village, the more sons a family had, the more respected they were. The Fu family was not good at perfume making, and they only had one son, so the villagers looked down on them.

Now that he's married, Lao Fu insists on having several sons to prove those people wrong.

Song Qin naturally sided with Lao Fu. She was also annoyed by the women in the village who constantly boasted in front of her about how many men they had in their families.

Song Qin was also holding back her anger, so the two of them kept arguing.

Fu Ci was very aware of this matter because he had seen Song Qin take those folk remedies for having a son more than once.

But now they're putting all the blame on him, saying he needs companionship, which he finds ridiculous every time he hears that.

There was very little food served tonight; the last bit of meat and vegetables were all put into Fu Ci's and Lao Fu's bowls.

"Mother, I want to eat meat," Song Xianyin said sullenly.

She wants to eat lots and lots of meat.

Song Qin poured the meat gravy into her bowl: "Just mix it like this and it'll taste so good!"

She smiled at Fu Ci and said, "You want to eat meat. When our eldest son becomes successful, we'll have meat to eat too."

"Just tell your brother when the time comes, and he'll bring you lots of meat right away."

Fu Ci didn't react much and quietly ate his meal.

Old Fu had a few drinks and was in a pretty good mood.

"But we can't always live in the city. We can renovate this house in the future, maybe make it four or five stories high, so that people can see what our boss is capable of."

Song Qin gets angry whenever this is mentioned: "That woman from Xizhuang, every time I run into her, she tells me how nice her house is. Our boss will definitely build a much better house than hers in the future."

Old Fu clicked his tongue: "You women just love to argue. What's the point of talking to someone like that? We're not even on the same level."

Song Qin suddenly realized, and she nodded repeatedly: "Yes, yes, we can't stoop to the level of these kinds of people."

As they ate, Song Qin looked at Fu Ci with increasing satisfaction: "Our boss is still good-looking. I wonder what kind of young girl will like him."

Song Xianyin had already finished eating, and she was staring longingly at the food in other people's bowls.

Old Fu continued drinking, instructing Fu Ci: "Son, let me teach you what kind of girl looks rich, the quiet and well-behaved type, the one with a driver, that's the kind you can get to know."

"Some women are also rich, but they are in that kind of business, and they have a kind of sleazy air about them."

Fu Ci calmly said, "Don't be delusional. No one would like a man whose family is so poor that they can't even afford to eat."

Old Fu was stunned for a moment, then quickly realized what he meant and his face turned red: "Fu Ci, what kind of bullshit are you talking about!"

He roared, "You look down on your father now? This family has been good enough to you!"

Old Fu felt he had lost face, so he slammed his fist on the table and started throwing things at Fu Ci. Song Qin was terrified and cried as she tried to stop Old Fu.

"Don't scare the child..." Song Qin cried out, "He's eating, don't hit him."

Old Fu was so angry he almost lost his balance. He pointed at Fu Ci and cursed viciously, "You ingrate! Don't you see how good this family has been to you? Anyone has the right to say that, but you don't!"

Fu Zhiyi was also frightened, and tears kept falling down her face.

Old Fu and Fu Ci had argued before, but it had never been as scary as today.

Blood was streaming down Fu Ci's forehead as he sneered, "I'm far more qualified than you, and I've done far more than you have."

When Song Qin was pregnant, he was playing cards next door and having affairs with other women. When he found out that Song Qin was pregnant, he didn't contribute a single penny. Instead, he stole a chicken from somewhere and threw it on Song Qin's head, telling her to take care of the family.

Apart from that, Lao Fu didn't do anything else.

Because of his terrible illness, he has to go to work in other places whenever he has a holiday. All the money is spent on him. How can he dare to call him an ungrateful wretch?

He was utterly disgusted with this family. They were the same age as each other, and while other people his age were living comfortably at home, he had to work so hard and carry their ridiculous dreams.

How could he not hate that?

Looking into Fu Ci's eyes, Song Qin felt extremely distressed, and her sobs grew more and more mournful: "Eldest brother, don't blame your father anymore, it's all your mother's fault..."

Her face was covered in tears, and her voice was hoarse from crying. She sat on the ground and looked at Fu Ci in anguish: "It's all my fault for bringing you into this world and making you suffer. Do you hate your mother a lot?"

Fu Zhiyi hugged Song Qin and choked up, saying, "Mother, that's not what my brother meant. Please don't say that."

Fu Ci's hands were clenched tightly, and his face was frighteningly cold.

Song Qin suddenly slapped herself in the face repeatedly, with great force.

"It's all my fault! It's all my fault! It's all my fault for making the eldest brother cry like this! It's all my fault!" Song Qin cried while slapping herself, and finally collapsed to the ground in tears.

Her breathing became more and more rapid, and she was crying so hard that she could barely speak.

Old Fu sat on the stool, coldly watching the scene: "Stop hitting yourself. Do you think he'll feel sorry for you? We've put so much effort into raising him, and all we've produced is an ingrate!"

Looking at the bright red handprint on Song Qin's face, Fu Zhiyi cried uncontrollably, "Mother, please don't do this..."

Two elderly women rushed in anxiously. Seeing the disheveled scene and then at Fu Ci, who remained unmoved, they glared at him.

"Brother Fu, how could you treat your father and mother like this? Do you know how good your mother is to you!"

The old woman helped Song Qin up, and Song Qin kept crying out to the sky, "God, why are you doing this to me? Why are you doing this to my child..."

The two older women comforted Song Qin while scolding Fu Ci.

A few more villagers came in shortly afterward and helped tidy up the things on the ground.

After learning what had happened, they all looked at Fu Ci with reproachful eyes.

Fu Ci was also an immature person.