Quick Transmigration: Don't Let That Cannon Fodder Go

Chapter 362 The Second Daughter in the Historical Fiction 57

This journey was particularly agonizing.

Every time Fu Zhiyi falls asleep, the children next to her start crying. They can't hear anyone and start crying at the drop of a hat.

There was also an elderly woman who got carsick and kept vomiting the whole way with a plastic bag. The man next to her, presumably her son, didn't say anything except to give her a plastic bag.

The old woman wasn't in good spirits. The sour smell of vomit from the plastic bag filled the car, along with a faint odor emanating from her body. Fu Zhiyi almost vomited.

The man in the car kept smoking. Shui Sheng, who was driving in front, was smoking. The man next to him was smoking. There were two other men smoking in the back. Fu Zhiyi was leaning against the window, her face pale.

Shui Sheng saw Fu Zhiyi in the rearview mirror: "Little sister, are you carsick?"

Fu Zhiyi nodded weakly.

"Give her a bag."

The person next to Shui Sheng immediately gave Fu Zhiyi a bag so that she could vomit if she felt like it.

"You have no idea how much I used to earn in a day what others earned in a month when I first started out, but now I have no business."

"Those big shots you're talking about now, I used to look down on them, you know that?"

The children's screams and the men's boasts mingled together, putting immense pressure on Fu Zhiyi both physically and mentally.

When will they finally get a break? Aren't they tired?

"Ugh—" The old man vomited again.

She was vomiting so much that she was almost delirious, and her hands were trembling as she held the plastic bag.

The woman in the passenger seat, heavily made up, glanced at her and said, "Why are you still out and about at your age? Are you just staying at home enjoying your retirement?"

The man scoffed, "They're not from a wealthy family, so of course she has to work. If she can enjoy life, she should enjoy it."

"Your mother?"

The man glanced at her and teased, "What, you want her to be your mother too?"

The woman rolled her eyes at him.

The man, aroused by her perfume, asked, "Hey beautiful, where do you work?"

"It's none of your business where I work."

"Judging by your attire, you seem to make quite a bit of money," the man said, sizing up the woman.

With those big red lips and wavy hair, you couldn't afford to keep her even if you didn't have the money.

Fu Zhiyi was a little scared when she heard these words. She felt that these people were not respectable. She wondered if she would be kidnapped and taken to the mountains.

Shui Sheng glanced at the man and laughed, "Handsome, stop being so flirtatious. Her boyfriend is very handsome and rich. He's from a completely different world than you."

The man even gave him extra money so he could take good care of his girlfriend.

The man sneered, "If it were that good, why would I let you ride in this kind of car?"

Shui Sheng laughed: "What's wrong with my car? Of course, she wouldn't want her to ride in a car like this. It's just that my car is the only one going back."

Very few people from their village go out to work.

The woman touched up her makeup and glanced at the man sideways: "You should take better care of your mother. Look at the state she's in."

Her face was pale from vomiting; if she hadn't made any noises, she would have thought the old woman was dead.

The man glanced impatiently at the old woman next to him: "She throws up every time she sits in a car. What's so great about throwing up in a car? You old hag."

The old woman had poor hearing and couldn't hear what he was doing at all. Her eyes were half open, and her hands were trembling uncontrollably.

As night fell, fewer and fewer people were on the bus, and the surroundings became increasingly quiet.

The stars in the sky are very bright. Fu Zhiyi slept all afternoon and is now very clear-headed.

The road gradually turned into dirt, full of potholes, but the fields were still the same as she remembered.

"Little sister, call out when we get to your house."

The familiar road, the familiar house, the familiar corner.

"Wang Wang Wang!"

"Woof woof woof woof!"

Several dogs suddenly chased after the car, barking incessantly. Their barking seemed rather jarring in the quiet atmosphere.

Shui Sheng poked his head out and cursed viciously, "A bunch of beasts! If you keep barking, we'll be eating dog meat tomorrow!"

The dogs were startled by Shui Sheng's voice, stopped and ran a few steps, then stopped chasing.

Finally arrived home.

Looking at the familiar house, Fu Zhiyi suddenly felt a little scared.

This is a place she knows very well, but now she's a little hesitant to go in.

Shuisheng helped Fu Zhiyi carry her things down and instructed her, "Your mother wants you to make a phone call to Old Jiang's house, don't forget."

Fu Zhiyi nodded: "Thank you, Brother Shuisheng."

"polite."

Fu Zhiyi stood silently in place, surrounded by luggage.

The same dogs came back with light steps. They barked tentatively at Fu Zhiyi a few times, then looked her over.

"Wang Wang!"

The dog at the front barked at her, and when Fu Zhiyi ignored them, the dogs exchanged glances.

"Wang Wang Wang!"

Several dogs, tails tucked in, continued barking at Fu Zhiyi.

"Shut up, what's with all that yelling? Are you itching for a beating?"

Suddenly, a curse came from inside the room.

Upon hearing the sound, the dogs were so frightened that they immediately took off running.

Song Xianyin stormed out, broom in hand.

These damn dogs keep ruining her inspiration; she's going to teach them a lesson today.

But when she came out, she didn't see the dogs; instead, she saw Fu Zhiyi quietly watching her.

Song Xianyin was stunned. She looked around the room and then at Fu Zhiyi.

She seems to have grown a lot taller, and looks even colder.

Song Xianyin was silent for a moment, then called out into the house, "Brother!"

The moon in the sky was particularly large. Old Fu had already finished taking a shower and was sitting in the house listening to the radio, making strange noises.

There was so much luggage that Fu Ci had to make several trips back and forth to move it.

"Have you eaten?" Fu Ci asked.

Fu Zhiyi shook her head.

Fu Ci replied, "Okay."

Only Song Xianyin and Fu Zhiyi remained in the room.

Song Xianyin quickly took the things from Fu Zhiyi's desk. Since Fu Zhiyi wasn't there, she had put all the things on her desk.

Fu Zhiyi squatted down and took everything out of her bag. Some of the items were for her father, and some were for her older brother.

She placed the paint on Song Xianyin's table: "This is from your mother."

Song Xianyin glanced at it, pretending not to care: "Oh."

Old Fu watched Fu Ci cook and grumbled, "Why are you cooking so late at night? Just eat something simple."

Fu Ci ignored him and went straight to the kitchen.

When is Mother coming back?

She said she would go home for the Chinese New Year.

"Ok."

"Ah."

The atmosphere in the room quieted down again.

Song Xianyin actually had a lot to say, but she didn't have much to say when she was dealing with Zhiyi, mainly because she hadn't paid much attention to her before.

Fu Zhiyi rarely speaks, and she doesn't take the initiative to say anything.

Song Xianyin was doing her homework, but she was distracted and kept watching Fu Zhiyi, who was tidying up her things next to her.

She couldn't help but say, "You seem to have grown taller."

"Ah."

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