Quick Transmigration: Don't Let That Cannon Fodder Go

Chapter 405 The Second Daughter in the Historical Fiction 100

"Boss Song."

Song Qin looked at the workers carrying the goods and nodded with a smile.

Sure enough, you can't work with a manufacturer for too long. Once you work together for a long time, they'll take the opportunity to raise prices, and the workers' attitudes will become increasingly lazy.

Sure enough, by switching to a different manufacturer, efficiency has improved.

Since returning to Linhai City, Song Qin has devoted herself to her work every day, neglecting everything else.

"Boss Song, where is your husband? You must be working so hard all by yourself," a worker asked with a smile.

"He's not in good health and is resting at home."

"Your husband is so lucky to have married you," the worker exclaimed.

Hearing their praise, Song Qin felt a little embarrassed.

She had never heard such words before. Back home, whether it was her relatives or the people in the village, they all said that for someone of her status, being able to marry Lao Fu was already a blessing she had accumulated over eight lifetimes.

She had been married before, while this was Lao Fu's first marriage. Although he was a bit selfish in his actions, Lao Fu was actually at a disadvantage.

When Lao Fu was mentioned, Song Qin suddenly realized that she hadn't called Fu Ci and Song Xianyin in a long time.

She checked the time on her phone and decided to call home tomorrow when they had the day off.

A pale yellow dress has recently become very popular among the girls at Fu Zhiyi's school. Song Qin also bought one for Fu Zhiyi. She will ask Song Xianyin tomorrow if she wants one.

If she wanted it, she would ask someone to bring it back to her.

At this point, the Fu family was in complete chaos.

When the villagers saw that Lao Fu had been beaten so badly, they thought he had offended some powerful person and was the one who had done it.

"Old Fu, just tell me, why are you aiming for his head? Isn't that just trying to kill him?"

"That's right, it's really outrageous."

"Old Fu, didn't you go to find Fu Ci and the others? Did you see them? Ask them to help you look for people."

Old Fu lay in the rocking chair, his face contorted in pain, his expression almost out of control.

He remained silent, observing the expressions on the faces of those around him.

If he says he paid for the ride, will they look down on him, thinking that he can't earn money now and is looked down upon by his own child?

Furthermore, Fu Ci is the only son of the Fu family. If he were to say that Fu Ci was the one who did it, the entire village would condemn him to death with their spit.

Old Fu isn't a person who thinks too much, but the current situation forces him to think more.

He was angry, but he couldn't tell these outsiders about it.

"It's nothing, it just looks scary, it doesn't actually hurt much," he stammered.

He suspected that these people just wanted to see him make a fool of himself. They usually ignored him, but now that this had happened, they all came with their families.

Others tried to persuade him for a long time, but Lao Fu just wouldn't budge. The villagers had no choice but to let him be.

As soon as these people left Fu's house, Old Fu angrily ran to Old Jiang's house.

"Did you two make Fu Ci do this? You two heartless bastards, you just don't want Fu Ci to acknowledge me as his father, right?!"

Old Jiang had just returned from the fields. He was sitting at his doorstep eating when he glanced at him but ignored him.

Aunt Jiang, wearing an apron, stood between the two of them with a frown.

"Old Fu, what are you doing here again?"

We agreed to never see each other again.

"What am I doing here?!" Old Fu's voice trembled with anger.

He pointed to the wound on his head and glared at them fiercely: "Did you teach Fu Ci to do this? You just want to take the money that Song Qin sent back to me?"

Old Jiang sneered. He really thought Old Fu came for Fu's resignation, but in the end, it was all about that money.

"I already told you that if you want that money back, come talk to me. What can I do if you don't come to me?" Old Jiang said in a deep voice.

"You shameless bastard, why should I talk to you about my money? If you have any conscience, give me my money back."

The old man kept making a scene at the door, shouting for a long time, but the two people inside didn't react at all.

He felt his throat was sore from shouting, and when he opened his mouth, only a hoarse sound came out.

"Call Song Qin and ask her to send me some money for the medicine."

"Hmph." Old Jiang rolled his eyes at him, then moved to another seat and continued eating.

Aunt Jiang took him inside to make a phone call. As soon as the call connected, Lao Fu immediately started yelling.

"Look what your son has become! He hit me on the head with an iron bar! You're always calling him, why don't you do something about him?!"

"It's all because you didn't stay home properly. Your eldest son is ruined, do you know that? Hurry up and send me some money for medical expenses."

Song Qin seemed to ask a few questions, which made Lao Fu even more impatient.

"How would I know? How would I know he suddenly went crazy? I just felt that my son and I hadn't seen each other in a long time, so we decided to meet up for a meal. But instead, he came up and hit me with an iron rod!"

"A son who beats his father will be sent to the eighteenth level of hell..."

Old Fu was furious when Song Qin kept asking him all sorts of questions.

"I didn't do anything. Who knows what he's thinking? Stop asking those nonsense questions and just send the money back to me right now."

Aunt Jiang looked at Lao Fu with utter contempt.

She had never seen such a shameless scoundrel who asked for money so brazenly. Song Qin was also soft-hearted; even after all this, she still didn't leave him.

The weather has been getting hotter lately, and there are more mosquitoes at night.

Song Xianyin sat in her seat with a lot of bite marks on her hands and legs.

"Mosquitoes only bite you," the deputy squad leader said sympathetically, looking at the bag in Song Xianyin's hand.

Song Xianyin was extremely annoyed. She had applied medicine, but the mosquitoes just kept biting her, even though she wasn't sweating much.

"I'm going to the restroom," Song Xianyin whispered to the assistant class monitor.

The deputy squad leader nodded: "Go ahead."

The boy behind him, with sharp eyes, quickly said, "Vice-class monitor, I need to go to the bathroom too!"

The vice class monitor glanced at the boy who was speaking. Why was he always bothering Song Xianyin?

"No, you can only go after she comes back."

"Ah, why!"

"There's no reason why. Go find your teacher if you need to, or I'll write down your name."

The boy immediately deflated.

Leaving the classroom during class time is a strange feeling. Looking through the window at the students who are studying hard, Song Xianyin always feels like she has wasted some time.

"Students, look up! This is a very important point. If anyone doesn't know it on the next test, I'll yell at them!"

I could hear the geography teacher's voice from afar. He was teaching evening self-study in Class 3, and the students in Class 3 were all looking at the teacher speechlessly.

Sure enough, most students don't like teachers lecturing during their self-study periods.

I already have very little time to manage my studies, and now the geography teacher is taking away even more of that time.