Quick Transmigration: Don't Let That Cannon Fodder Go

Chapter 363 The Second Daughter in the Historical Fiction 58

Old Fu kept finding fault with the clothes Fu Zhiyi brought back.

"Why didn't you buy something better? This material feels awful to the touch."

"What kind of clothes are these? The cut is so bad, how can anyone wear them out?"

Fu Zhiyi lowered her head and did not answer, then went straight into the room.

Old Fu got even angrier when no one paid attention to him, and kept muttering to himself in dissatisfaction.

"He can't even buy clothes, he's so stupid and he still has to work outside."

Fu Zhiyi closed the door, immediately cutting off most of the noise from the entrance.

Fu Zhiyi looked at Song Xianyin, who was still drawing, and remained silent for a while.

Don't you read books?

From the day she came back, she watched her draw every day and never opened a book.

Song Xianyin replied dismissively, "I don't need to read books; I can earn money by painting."

And she really enjoys drawing, so it's great to earn money while having fun!

Fu Zhiyi didn't say anything, but opened her homework and started working on it.

The only sounds in the room were the fan and the scribbling of pens.

Song Xianyin wiped the sweat from her forehead with a tissue. She hated summer the most. In winter, it was cold, so she could wear more clothes. In summer, it was hot, so she could only endure it.

Fu Zhiyi was doing her homework when she suddenly asked, "Are you wearing that?"

Song Xianyin asked, puzzled, "Which one?"

"Underwear that you'll wear when you grow up."

The atmosphere was quiet for a while.

"You wore it?"

Fu Zhiyi nodded, glanced at Song Xianyin's back, and said, "Mother said that girls need to wear these when they grow up. Did you buy them yourself since Mother isn't here?"

Song Xianyin cleared her throat: "I didn't buy it, anyway, you can't tell."

Fu Zhiyi took out a few vests from the bottom of her bag and placed them next to Song Xianyin: "These are new, you can wear them."

Seeing that Song Xianyin didn't speak, Fu Zhiyi added, "Your mother bought it for you."

After a while.

Song Xianyin continued drawing while lying on the table, but she felt like she couldn't breathe and her heart was racing.

"I feel so bad." Song Xianyin looked at Fu Zhiyi.

Fu Zhiyi frowned: "Are you not used to it yet? You'll probably get used to it in a bit."

After a while.

Song Xianyin tugged at Fu Zhiyi's sleeve: "I don't want to wear it anymore, I feel like I'm going to die."

Fu Zhiyi hesitated for a moment: "But this is what you're going to wear now."

"It's alright, no one has noticed." Song Xianyin frowned.

There was no other way, so Fu Zhiyi had to ask Song Xianyin to take off her vest.

“If Mother finds out about this, she will definitely scold you.”

"She won't know if you don't tell her."

"..."

The sounds of people playing cards and arguing came from outside. You could hear how loud the people hurling insults.

"You're cheating! It's no fun playing with someone like you!"

"Hey, it's no fun playing with someone like you. You accuse others of cheating when you lose, and you should just say so if you can't afford to pay."

"Who are you saying can't afford to pay!"

"Alright, alright, stop arguing. It's just a little fun. Both of you should compromise."

Song Xianyin took a few sips of water, then lay down on the table and started yawning.

She looked at the colors on the paper and began to think about the future, wondering what she would become when she grew up.

She has a very bad fate. Will she still find a man to marry and have many children?

"Fu Zhiyi, what do you want to do in the future?"

Fu Zhiyi paused, her pen still: "I want to go to a big city."

What are you going to the big city for?

"I'll make money, and then I won't come back." Fu Zhiyi's answer was simple.

She had thought about this answer countless times in her mind.

Song Xianyin shifted her position while lying down, looking at Fu Zhiyi's profile with some confusion: "Then don't you want your mother anymore?"

"I will bring her to a big city."

"But she wants to stay with her father."

Fu Zhiyi was silent for a moment, then said, "Let's bring Dad over too."

"Then you have to work and take care of them at the same time, it must be very tiring," Song Xianyin said, puzzled.

Why does she have to live with her parents? She just wants to live alone and come back to see them when she has time.

Everyone needs to have their own life.

Fu Zhiyi replied, "It's okay to be tired."

She looked into Song Xianyin's eyes: "And what about you? Where are you going?"

Song Xianyin shook her head: "I haven't decided yet, it's still early."

“Then you can live with me and stay home to paint,” Fu Zhiyi blurted out.

Song Xianyin paused for a moment, then looked at her in confusion: "Are you crazy? We don't even get along."

They'd definitely argue every day if they were together, or they'd be giving each other the silent treatment every day.

But Song Qin was different. Fu Zhiyi rarely argued with Song Qin because she loved her too much. In contrast to Fu Zhiyi, Song Xianyin didn't have much attachment to this family.

In Song Qin's words, he was an ingrate from childhood and could never be tamed.

Just then, Old Fu started banging on the door from outside.

"Stop slacking off inside, hurry up and come out and sweep the floor."

The people playing cards outside left, leaving the ground littered with cigarette butts, peanut shells, and spit from who-knows-who.

The benches and tables were scattered haphazardly around the room, creating a mess.

The villagers come here to play cards every day. Those who win have to give the old man a token amount for the game. There are two tables of people, and each person gives him a little. He can also collect some money for the dishes in an afternoon.

He sipped his tea, listened to the radio, and sat leisurely in his rocking chair.

Seeing no movement from inside, he called out, "Why aren't you coming out? Are you deaf? Hurry up and come out to pack your things."

When Song Xianyin opened the door, she was speechless upon seeing the trash on the ground.

"Dad, can't you tell them to be more careful?"

Old Fu rolled his eyes at her: "You have the airs of a pampered lady but not the life of one. We're all from the village, who's so particular about such things?"

Song Xianyin, holding a broom, shouted, "So what? You took the money and you're just sitting here? This isn't your house, are you not supposed to sweep?"

Fu Zhiyi glanced at Song Xianyin. She hadn't expected that Song Xianyin's attack power would have become so strong after so long.

Old Fu was about to say something, but he held his breath and said, "I didn't say I wouldn't work."

He picked up another broom, complaining incessantly, "Go out and ask around in the village, which man in the village does house cleaning? This is completely against the rules."

"Then other people are going to work in the fields, why don't you go?"

Old Fu fell silent, quietly sweeping the floor. He got tired after sweeping for a while and was about to sit down to rest when he noticed that Song Xianyin had divided the trash on the floor into three pieces, one for each person...

Old Fu muttered, "Whose daughter is so lazy? She even has to sort through this little bit of trash. I've never seen anything like it."

He suspected that everyone with the surname Song was incompatible with him, otherwise why could he always not get along with people with the surname Song?