Quick Transmigration: Don't Let That Cannon Fodder Go

Chapter 351 The Second Daughter in the Historical Fiction 46

The next day, Uncle Jiang called Song Qin and said that Lao Fu had gone home.

Song Qin then sighed.

"It's terrible, he looks several years older," Uncle Jiang clicked his tongue in disapproval.

When have I ever seen Lao Fu like this? He used to be so well taken care of by Song Qin, and he used to look at people with his chin held high. Now he looks so miserable.

"He said he was robbed on the street and beaten up; his eye was bruised," Uncle Jiang said in a strong voice, his tone tinged with indignation.

The world is getting more and more chaotic.

Song Qin was extremely worried, her brows furrowed tightly: "It hit your eye, is it alright?"

"It's nothing, it's nothing. He's a grown man, what could possibly happen to him? He just hurts a little, it's nothing serious."

Song Qin listened silently to what Uncle Jiang had to say.

Old Fu was cursed at by several burly men while riding in the car. Judging from their accents, they were from the north. They were tall and strong, and Old Fu didn't dare to curse back.

The passerby was robbed again, but now he can finally breathe a sigh of relief and is sleeping at home.

"Old Jiang, I still need to trouble you to take care of him. He's never done any work before, he can't even cook. You have no idea how heartbroken I was when he passed away..."

Song Qin began to cry softly.

She thought he had died on the way.

Uncle Jiang sighed: "We're being so polite. Don't worry, I've already told him about the extra pair of chopsticks."

Song Qin really didn't know how to repay Lao Jiang. She choked up and said, "I'm so sorry to have troubled you, Lao Jiang. He's straightforward, but he's kind-hearted..."

"Alright, alright, stop saying things like that. I've known him for years, I know what I'm doing," Uncle Jiang quickly interrupted.

"You're a woman all alone out there, you need to take good care of yourself. Old Fu isn't much of a help either, you've had a tough time."

Song Qin wiped away her tears: "Old Jiang, our leader gave me a gift a few days ago..."

"I'm not going to talk about this anymore, we don't talk about these things between us, I'm hanging up."

Uncle Jiang immediately hung up the phone.

Aunt Jiang looked at him from the side and asked worriedly, "Is Song Qin alright?"

"Nothing serious, she's just crying."

Aunt Jiang cursed, "I don't know what kind of luck this scoundrel had to marry Song Qin."

"If it were me, I would have divorced him long ago. What a useless piece of trash."

Song Xianyin and Fu Ci only found out that Lao Fu had gone home over the weekend.

The two remained completely silent as they looked at the extra person in the room.

Old Fu sat in his rocking chair with his legs crossed, his newly bought radio on the floor.

Hearing the voice, he leisurely closed his eyes again: "Make the dishes spicy tonight."

Seeing him like this, Song Xianyin felt a surge of anger.

She irritably put the books on the table back in her room.

What's the point of him coming back? He's so annoying.

Old Fu tapped on the handrail, singing along to the opera on the radio, occasionally swaying slightly.

"The village is still too backward in its development. The road is all dusty and not hygienic at all."

When Lao Fu saw Fu Ci bring in the dishes, he started talking to him.

Fu Ci ignored him, but Old Fu continued, "We should have sent you to school in the city. Look at your sister, she ranked in the hundreds, but I don't think she'll amount to anything. It's such a waste of money."

Fu Ci opened a drawer in the room and took out a few candles.

"Why are you lighting candles? This light is very bright. You bought it, why can't we use candles? There are only two of you at home, why waste this money?" Old Fu frowned and started lecturing Fu Ci again.

After lighting the candles, Fu Ci immediately removed the light bulb.

Old Fu frowned and looked at him: "What's going on? Why did you take it off? Can't I even say a few words to you?"

Fu Ci walked to the door of Song Xianyin's room and knocked.

Song Xianyin immediately jumped off the bed; in this house, Fu Ci was the only one who would knock on the door when he called her.

As soon as Song Xianyin opened the door, Fu Ci shoved the light bulb into her hand.

"Put it on yourself."

Song Xianyin looked at him blankly: "Will you install a door in my room?"

"Yes, we've come out to eat."

Fu Ci didn't say anything, and simply turned and left.

Song Xianyin happily installed the light bulb in her room.

When she left, Lao Fu was sitting at the table with a displeased look on his face.

He looked at the dishes on the table and said, "Why did you only put in so little chili? It has almost no flavor at all."

Fu Ci was washing the pot when Song Xianyin went to get rice. Listening to Fu Ci's complaints, she pretended not to hear them.

With her mother gone, who in this family will still pamper her?

Looking at the food in front of him, Old Fu started to criticize again: "Why is this food so dry? It's going to choke someone to death if you eat it."

"Then you can make it yourself. My brother and I both prefer drier rice; the sticky kind has no rice at all," Song Xianyin said impatiently.

And it's hot.

Old Fu's face immediately darkened. He stared at the food in front of him without saying a word, showing no intention of eating.

"Big brother, we went running today, and I came in first in the whole class," Song Xianyin said proudly.

"Ah."

“None of the boys in the class could outrun me, and they even accused me of cheating,” Song Xianyin snorted.

How can she cheat while running? Does she have two wheels on her feet? My legs must be so sore.

"Boys are definitely faster than girls. You're so smug now because they're letting you win."

Song Xianyin held back her anger and remained silent.

Seeing that no one was paying attention to him, Lao Fu obediently picked up the bowl.

"Don't always act like this in class. The most important thing for a person is to have self-awareness..."

"Father, can't you just shut up? You always say such unpleasant things. If you can't speak properly, then don't open your mouth. Can't you see that my brother and I don't want to hear you talk?!" Song Xianyin couldn't hold back any longer.

She'd start yelling if Fu Ci wasn't there!

She recently learned some new insults for men, and they're really awful.

"You've gone too far, haven't you!" Old Fu slammed his fist on the table and roared at Song Xianyin, "Do you have any manners? I'm your father!"

The bowls on the table all wobbled.

Fu Ci frowned: "Father, she's still young and doesn't understand things. Why are you arguing with her?"

I've never seen a father argue with his child every day.

"Don't you even look at what she said? Do you even respect me as your father anymore? You think you can do whatever you want now that your mother's gone?! Huh!"

Song Xianyin made a face at Lao Fu.

Old Fu was so angry he could hardly breathe, and instinctively he was about to overturn the table.

Song Xianyin quickly picked up several dishes, and in the end, only Lao Fu's own bowl broke.

Song Xianyin placed the dishes on the shelf next to her and started eating.

Let him throw things if he wants; she's not going to comfort him anyway.

The table and bowls were smashed on the ground, but Fu Ci and Song Xianyin showed no intention of cleaning them up.

Anyway, they only stay at home two days a week, so it's bearable.