Quick Transmigration: Don't Let That Cannon Fodder Go

Chapter 320 The Second Daughter in the Historical Fiction 15

Tomorrow, Song Qin and her friends are going to visit a relative.

That relative borrowed some money from Lao Fu when he was young. Although he had paid it back hundreds of years ago, Lao Fu was still very grateful to him and even told Song Xianyin and the others to repay him when they grew up.

Old Fu had mentioned this relative many times at home. They used to work together outside and even fought off gangsters together.

Whenever he talks about this, a sense of nostalgia always appears in his eyes.

Who wouldn't want to go back to their former, spirited self?

Old Fu drank his wine, constantly muttering that God had been unfair to him, and that apart from Song Qin, no one in his family cared about his past.

Fu Zhiyi flipped through the book, thinking to herself.

If Dad had been able to save some money when he was young, Mom wouldn't have had to work so hard, supporting a man several years older than her and three children still in school.

Song Xianyin thought that Lao Fu was very close to his relative.

When they arrived at the man's house, he was laughing and talking to his neighbor. As soon as he saw them, his face immediately turned very long.

Song Xianyin and Fu Zhiyi exchanged a silent glance.

But Lao Fu, seemingly oblivious to others' expressions, embraced him with tears welling in his eyes.

"My good brother, it's been so long since we last met."

The man's children huddled behind the door, watching them curiously.

Looking at the layout of the house, Song Xianyin felt that his family must be quite well-off, and she felt that he probably wouldn't get along with someone like her father.

"Call him Uncle Qin." Old Fu wiped away his tears and introduced him to Song Xianyin.

When Lao Qin saw Song Qin and Fu Zhiyi, his expression softened.

"Brothers and sisters."

Song Qin smiled at him and stood behind Lao Fu.

When the men are talking, the women just stand behind them and smile; they don't need to say anything. That's how all the married women in the village are.

After entering the house, Lao Fu started telling the story that Song Xianyin and the others had heard hundreds of times.

Old Qin was not in high spirits, so he asked his wife to pour them tea.

"Those were the good old days," Old Fu sighed.

Song Qin didn't say anything and sat down with Song Xianyin and the others.

Old Qin had been indifferent, but his wife smiled and said, "Stay for dinner, I'll go and order some dishes."

Anyone with a discerning eye could tell that this was just polite talk, but Lao Fu took it seriously.

He chuckled and said, "Of course! I didn't plan to leave today."

He thought his joke was so funny that it made him laugh.

The Qin couple exchanged a glance, their expressions freezing.

Song Qin noticed this and declined, saying, "It's nothing, we just came to check. We even cooked some food at home."

Old Fu's face immediately darkened, and he muttered, "What do you know, woman? I've known Old Qin for years, don't spoil our fun."

Fu Zhiyi was so embarrassed that she didn't dare to leave the room.

She was already easily embarrassed, and this situation was worse than death for her.

It wasn't until dinner that Lao Fu finally realized that his good brother seemed a little different from what he used to be.

He was drinking when he glanced at Lao Qin next to him and noticed that Lao Qin's eyes were full of disdain. He even put down the wine that Lao Qin offered him.

The emotions came on so suddenly that Lao Fu's initial excitement vanished instantly.

The Qin family's children knew that their parents disliked this family and had been mocking them outside.

"A poor wretch has come begging for food!"

"Don't you have any food at home? Why are you coming to our house to eat?"

Old Fu had just thought the child was being naughty, but after realizing what had happened, his face turned pale instantly.

The children outside sang and mocked the Fu family, but the Qin couple made no attempt to stop them.

Old Fu stopped talking and just silently drank his wine, and the room fell silent.

Apart from his voice, none of the other people sitting there had said a word.

"Old Fu, have some vegetables," Old Qin's wife called out.

Old Fu's smile was more like a grimace, and he looked as if he had aged ten years in an instant, his once straight back now hunched over.

"When are you leaving?" Old Qin suddenly asked.

Old Fu rubbed his hands together and smiled awkwardly, "I'll be leaving right away, I'll be leaving right away."

Fu Zhiyi also put down her chopsticks.

The atmosphere at the entire table was extremely awkward.

Song Xianyin had already left the table and was sitting outside enjoying the breeze, while the children kept screaming.

They ran around in front of Song Xianyin, letting out a burst of shrill laughter.

Song Xianyin leaned against the wall, utterly dejected.

She hates these first and second graders the most.

Suddenly, a child grabbed a clod of mud and threw it directly at Song Xianyin's clothes.

Song Xianyin quietly looked at the mud on her body.

She gets very tired from washing clothes every day.

Seeing that she didn't speak, the children ran off laughing, saying, "She's an idiot."

Seeing this, the other children also grabbed a clod of mud, eager to try it out.

"Who told you to come to my house for dinner? You're not allowed to eat at my house!"

“You’re not from our village. If you come here, I’ll kill you.” A boy bared his teeth and approached Song Xianyin, trying to scare her.

Several children took a step back and threw a few firecrackers at Song Xianyin.

Song Xianyin didn't say anything. The little boy observed Song Xianyin's expression and tentatively touched her with his muddy hand.

Seeing that she still didn't react, the little boy was overjoyed and immediately threw all the mud on Song Xianyin.

The next second, Song Xianyin grabbed him and dragged him away. The little boy was startled and cried incessantly, hitting and kicking Song Xianyin.

"Mother! Mother, save me! Father!!" The little boy's cries were so pitiful that people from next door peeked out to see what was happening.

Song Xianyin dragged him into the field and kicked him down.

"You like mud, right? Here, play with it to your heart's content."

The other children were very loyal; seeing the little boy being kicked down, they also threw mud at her.

Song Xianyin kicked them all off one by one, and the village was immediately filled with cries, sounding as miserable as could be.

When Lao Qin's wife saw this scene, she almost fainted from anger.

"My son!"

Old Qin rushed out and, seeing the scene in the field, his pupils contracted for a moment. He roared at Song Xianyin, "You heartless bastard, you filthy beggar! I feed you, and this is how you treat me!"

He quickly ran towards the field, where several villagers were already helping to pull the children out of the water.

The afternoon sun was particularly strong; my feet felt hot when I stepped on the ground.

The village was extremely quiet; even the dogs were resting in the shade.

Lao Fu and Song Qin were unusually quiet the whole way. Song Xianyin was simply too hot to talk, feeling like she was about to evaporate, and her eyes started to see stars.

Old Fu glanced at Song Xianyin, seemingly wanting to say something but holding back, and walked slowly with his hands behind his back.

The moment he entered the house, Old Fu spoke with a sigh.

"My second son is the most like me; he did a good job."