Quick Transmigration: Don't Let That Cannon Fodder Go

Chapter 375 The Second Daughter in the Historical Fiction 70

Song Xianyin was sleeping soundly when she was suddenly woken up by noises outside.

Old Fu was doing something, shouting and yelling outside, crying and smashing things. His voice sounded a bit like Li Jun's.

Song Xianyin turned over, which only made the shouting at the door even louder.

"This guy surnamed Jiang is no good. He's just trying to embezzle my money! I've disliked him for a long time. What right does an outsider like him have to interfere in our family affairs?"

The village was especially quiet at night, making Lao Fu's voice sound particularly abrupt.

"The woman I married is no good either. None of the children in the family are obedient or sensible, and they all dislike me as their father. Fine, you're in cahoots with that guy surnamed Song, then take his surname. Why are you taking mine?"

Old Fu was cursing and swearing, and then he started crying.

"Who am I doing all this for now, because of my poor health? It's all for this family! If I hadn't ruined my health to earn money for this family, would I be asking people for money like this now?"

Because he made such a commotion, the neighbors all came over to see what was going on.

The neighbor, still half-asleep, stood at the door and asked, "Old Fu, why are you making so much noise at night instead of sleeping?"

Old Fu's voice suddenly rose, as if he had finally found someone to reason with: "That guy surnamed Jiang took my money and won't give it back. Tell me, is there no law or justice left? My kids don't even side with me. They eat at their house every day. They don't even respect me as their father!"

As he spoke, tears began to fall from Old Fu's eyes. He wiped away his tears, and his sobs grew louder and louder.

The neighbor frowned: "That's impossible, Old Jiang isn't that kind of person."

Upon hearing this, Lao Fu immediately flew into a rage: "He's not that kind of person, am I? He took my money and won't give it back! I... I'm going to sue him!"

Old Fu was so angry he could hardly breathe.

A few more people arrived shortly afterward. They all looked like they had just gotten out of bed, and some were still wearing their pajamas.

A group of people stood at the door, pointing and whispering.

"Why don't you say it during the day? Everyone needs to sleep at night. How are we supposed to get any sleep after what you've done?"

"That's right. If you don't think about yourself, you should at least think about others. He took your money, you can talk about it tomorrow. Your house is so far away, Old Jiang can't hear you arguing here."

"These two kids finally have a holiday and can sleep in, but you woke them up again. As their father, you should think about their feelings too."

Old Fu got even angrier when he saw that these people came and didn't speak up for him, but instead criticized him.

He forcefully pushed them out the door, yelling, "Get out! Get out of here! You're all on that Jiang guy's side! You're all the same as him, no good people, you all want to steal my money!"

The villagers looked at him speechlessly, waved their hands, discussed for a while at the door, and then left.

"Let's go, let's go, there's no point in arguing with this kind of person."

"That's so selfish. We can't all revolve around him. He finally gets a break."

Old Fu stood at his doorstep cursing all night long. Song Xianyin listened and eventually fell asleep. Fu Ci never showed up, leaving Old Fu to curse all by himself.

The next day, Lao Fu slept until the afternoon.

After waking up, he didn't mention anything about the previous night. He ate, listened to the radio, took a shower, listened to the radio again, took a nap, and then continued listening to the radio.

Song Xianyin glanced at him several times while eating, thinking to herself that this man was really shameless. He had been embarrassed all night, yet he could still remain calm the next day.

I feel sorry for myself, someone who gets up early; I don't know how many times I've been questioned by the villagers today.

"Dad, Uncle Jiang wants you to go to him to get the money." Song Xianyin said lazily while drinking her porridge. "He said if you don't go to him to get the money, he won't give it to you."

Old Fu slammed his fist on the table: "How dare he! That's my money, why shouldn't he give it to me? This guy surnamed Jiang is simply going too far!"

Song Xianyin looked at him: "Then go and get it. Uncle Jiang said you've never been to his place, and you're still saying he won't give you money. How can he give it to you if you don't go and get it?"

Old Fu sneered, "What time is it? You're still speaking up for that guy surnamed Jiang? You might as well stop being surnamed Fu and just be surnamed Jiang."

“My surname is not Jiang, it’s Song.”

Old Fu remained silent, but he still wanted the money; it was very important to him.

After finishing his meal, he went straight to Old Jiang's house.

Everyone was having dinner at the time, and the villagers were standing at their doorsteps with bowls in their hands, eating while watching Lao Fu pass by on the roadside.

"Did Lao Fu go to ask for money?" a villager asked, amused.

Old Fu kept his head down and remained silent.

“You really dare to ask for the money? I’m afraid Old Jiang will beat you to death.” A woman laughed merrily, feeding her child as she continued, “Right now it’s just that Old Jiang won’t give you the money. If Song Qin finds out about this later, she definitely won’t send you the money back. What you’ve done is truly inhuman.”

"Go ahead and eat your food, it won't shut you up." Old Fu said angrily.

Although it was night, the moon shone brightly on the ground, and the road to Lao Jiang's house was clear, but Lao Fu always felt that something was preventing him from moving forward.

When he arrived at Lao Jiang's house, Lao Jiang and Aunt Jiang were sitting in the yard eating, with a few slices of watermelon on the table.

Old Jiang watched with a cold face as Old Fu walked in from the courtyard.

Old Fu stood silently for a while, and after a short time, he smiled and said, "Oh, Old Jiang, it's all a misunderstanding."

“You know me, I’ve never liked that kind of woman. She came to me of her own accord. I’m not in good health right now, and I need Song Qin to support me. How could I do anything to betray her? I’m not that stupid.”

He sat down on the stool casually and greeted Aunt Jiang, "Auntie, I'm eating."

Aunt Jiang smiled awkwardly and said nothing.

She had never seen such a shameless person before. How could someone smile at her as if nothing had happened?

Seeing that Lao Jiang remained silent, Lao Fu sighed: "Lao Jiang, I know what you mean, I understand, but it really was a misunderstanding. Although I, Lao Fu, am a bit of a scoundrel in my daily life, I always know my limits when it comes to important matters like this. Otherwise, why do you think Song Qin would be with me?"

“You still have to give me the money quickly. Look, the kids are on a short holiday now, and they have to go back to school the day after tomorrow. I still need to give them money. If you don’t give me the money, they will starve to death at school.”

Old Jiang said in a calm voice, "I won't let them starve to death; I'll give them money. But you'd better think carefully about whether you should take that money."