Quick Transmigration: Don't Let That Cannon Fodder Go

Chapter 325 The Second Daughter in the Historical Fiction 20

Song Qin sighed: "You rich young lady, you just want to eat such good steamed buns without doing anything? Zhiyi, please eat them."

Fu Zhiyi carefully took the bun. The bun was a little cold, but it still tasted very good, and there was a lot of meat inside.

Delicious.

Fu Ci had already finished eating and returned to his room, so Song Qin went to find him.

She lowered her voice and looked at Fu Ci: "Eldest son, tell your mother honestly, how much did it cost to go to the city this time?"

Fu Ci returned the money Song Qin had given him before he left to her: "Mother, I already told you I have my own money, so I'm returning this money to you."

Song Qin counted the money and found that not a single penny was missing.

She looked at Fu Ci with some heartache: "Take this money. I've already told you to keep your own money. I definitely won't let you pay for your sister's injection."

Fu Ci sighed: "Mom, really, it's not necessary. You've already given me enough money, and I can earn some money at school too."

Song Qin was stunned: "How can you make money while you're at school?"

“I get paid to do my homework for the other kids in my class.”

And then there's the matter of passing answers to those people during exams, though of course, this can't be revealed.

Song Qin sighed, "Sometimes I really feel like you're not our child. What incredible luck did our Fu family have to have a child like you?"

She stuffed the money into his hand and whispered, "Listen to me, keep this money. You're a boy, you should save more money on you. Spend what you need to spend, so that you won't be afraid to buy this or that when you enter society."

They've all been through that age, and they know when their kids need money.

"You're going to high school in the city soon, so save this money. If you want to buy any clothes or shoes, buy something expensive. Don't let people look down on you."

Song Qin glanced out the window and said in a low voice, "Don't let the second brother know about this, or she'll accuse me of favoritism again."

Song Qin gave a few brief instructions and then left.

Whose child is as amazing as hers? She's already making money while still in school, and she saves it all and never spends it recklessly.

Song Xianyin lay on the bed in a mess.

"That master said I had bad luck, and it may have come true."

She has fallen seriously ill this time and needs to go to the county town for treatment.

Fu Zhiyi stopped writing and frowned: "What if that old lady misheard? Maybe it's not your birth date."

“How could that be? It’s mine. She makes it sound so real.” Song Xianyin buried herself in the blanket.

"I don't want to live anymore, I'm destined to die young, sob sob sob..."

Before she could finish speaking, she was slapped hard on the back.

Song Xianyin immediately raised her head in pain, wondering who had hit her.

As a result, when she looked up, she saw Song Qin with an unfriendly expression, and Song Xianyin immediately wilted.

"Don't listen to her nonsense. She's the only one in the village who loves to gossip. That swindler even said her son had good fortune, but now her son is still in jail. Is fortune telling reliable?"

She said, "How did Song Xianyin know? There really are people who tell kids things like this? That's so cruel!"

"You're not allowed to say things like that anymore. I know you're my mother. The day you were born was a very auspicious day."

Song Xianyin didn't believe it: "Really?"

Song Qin shouted, "Of course it's true!"

“Before you were born, the village had been suffering from drought for a long time. It hadn’t rained for a long time, and there were several wildfires. People’s houses were burned dry, and they had to ask other people for water.”

"As soon as you came out of my belly, it started to rain. You're definitely a lucky star! The midwife liked you so much and said you were a lucky star."

Song Xianyin's eyes brightened as she listened. Song Qin cleared her throat: "If someone like you is considered unlucky in fortune-telling, then what about the other children..."

“They’re not here to collect debts,” Song Qin said in a low voice.

"I knew I wasn't unlucky." Song Xianyin was finally happy.

Song Qin breathed a sigh of relief and touched her face: "Alright, alright, you've had a tiring day, go to sleep early."

There are absolutely no secrets in this village; everyone's mouths are so wide open.

Fu Zhiyi glanced at Song Xianyin a few times, then silently continued writing her homework.

She looked at the books on the table, but couldn't concentrate on them at all. Her mind was filled with the things the adults had said during the day.

Fu Zhiyi suddenly asked, "Do you like the city?"

Song Xianyin nodded: "I like it, it's so much fun."

Although she didn't play, she still really liked the feeling, and there was so much delicious food.

Maybe she was a city dweller in her past life.

"If you could go to the city, would you go?" Fu Zhiyi asked hesitantly.

“Of course,” Song Xianyin replied matter-of-factly.

Who wouldn't want to go? The roads in the village are all dusty, while the roads in the city are spotless.

Fu Zhiyi drew a line on the book with her pen, a stroke that seemed particularly abrupt.

Fu Zhiyi didn't say anything more and continued to quietly read her book.

When Fu Ci returned after washing the clothes, he found some extra items on his desk.

He went over and saw that the snacks were given to Song Xianyin by the two workers.

It was clearly thrown in through the window; there was some dust on the table, and the pen was on the floor.

Fu Ci lowered his eyes and quietly looked at the snacks in his hand.

Song Xianyin had only been away from the village for a day when she was surprised to find so many new things happening there.

She was standing at her doorstep when a man in a suit shoved a handful of candy into her hand. He was holding several bags of candy and handing them out to the children nearby.

Song Xianyin stared at him blankly, wondering who this was.

"Old Qin can rest in peace now, his son is so successful."

"That's right, I heard he made that much money doing business..."

"They've already gotten a car. This car doesn't look cheap. His woman is lucky."

Old Fu sat in the house, a hint of disdain on his face: "They flock to you as soon as they have a little money, like they've never seen money before."

Song Qin returned with a smile, carrying a bag of meat: "This Boss Qin is really generous, giving meat to everyone. Look how fresh this meat is."

No wonder they're rich; they're so generous. They posted all day yesterday and are still posting today.

There were two children standing by the car, one wearing a little suit and the other wearing a little dress. They looked very elegant, completely different from their previous dirty appearance.

"I heard he made a lot of money working outside and even opened a factory," Song Qin said to Lao Fu.

Actually, she also wanted to go out and try her luck. How much money could she make farming at home? And it wasn't easy to find odd jobs.

What if they can earn money by going out to work? The chances of making money outside are definitely greater than at home.

But there are too many things to consider if they want to go out. All three kids are in school, so it's impossible to take them all with them, right?