Quick Transmigration: Don't Let That Cannon Fodder Go

Chapter 388 The Second Daughter in the Historical Fiction 83

Old Jiang nodded in agreement.

Actually, he had wanted to say it for a long time.

Previously, Song Qin paid the least attention to Song Xianyin among the three children.

When he mentioned this to Song Qin, Song Qin said that Song Xianyin was easygoing and wouldn't care about such things.

But Song Xianyin will grow up eventually. Things she couldn't understand when she was young, she will naturally understand when she grows up.

She's acting this way now because she's remembering how Song Qin treated her in the past.

“Song Qin, I’m not trying to be mean, but you really didn’t care about your sister before.” Old Jiang frowned.

Previously, Song Xianyin went to farm with them and fell into the river halfway there. It took a long time for someone to pull her out. She was walking in front and didn't even notice. How old was Song Xianyin back then?

Song Qin listened in silence, tears streaming down her face.

She knows she was wrong before, but no matter how much money she spends, she can't go back to the past.

Aunt Jiang wiped away her tears: "It's alright, it's alright. Your sister is very sensible, she understands many things. But you have to give her some time, don't pressure her."

"She definitely cares about you, her mother. You see, she doesn't care about people she doesn't like, but she treats you like this, which means she cares about you a lot."

Old Jiang took a sip of hot tea and said in a deep voice, "My sister used to be so talkative when she was little, but she doesn't like to talk much now that she's grown up. She keeps a lot of things to herself and won't tell you even if you ask her. I think my third brother is more talkative than her now."

Aunt Jiang smiled and said, "These two sisters seem to have their personalities turned upside down a bit."

At this moment, Old Huang lay panting on the ground, his eyelids drooping, ignoring Song Xianyin beside him.

No matter what Song Xianyin said to it, it always seemed indifferent.

"Hey you big shit, why aren't you saying anything? Why don't you bark a few times?"

Old Jiang inside heard this and shouted outside, "Don't call it that anymore! It has a name, Lai Cai. All this 'big dog poop, big dog poop' stuff makes Lai Cai unhappy!"

Old Jiang couldn't help but laugh, looking at Song Qin: "This kid is naughty, bullying our dog every day."

“You need to buy her a dog too, so she won’t come to our house every day. Every time she comes, Lai Cai starts whimpering and always looks so pitiful, it’s hilarious.”

Just then, a man at the door suddenly started yelling.

He stood outside the iron gate, barking at Lai Cai.

Song Xianyin was startled by the man at the door. She stood up and yelled at him, "Get out of here! Don't come any closer! If you come any closer, I'm going to hit you."

This person is really out of their mind; they just bark all day long when they have nothing better to do.

Song Qin frowned as she looked at the familiar figure at the door: "Isn't that..."

Old Jiang nodded: "Their family members are either dead or have gone mad; it's truly a case of 'evil getting its just deserts.'"

"His mother was also miserable. The whole village cursed her. She couldn't take it and jumped into the river. He was pretending to be crazy at first, but he ended up really going crazy."

"You see, that's why some things really can't be faked. If you keep faking it, it becomes real."

Aunt Jiang said with a look of disgust, "But don't pity this kind of person. During that period, he cursed people every night, and his curses were so filthy. He also hit and kicked people."

"I've never seen such a beast before, beating even his own mother like that. Besides, how much money did he spend to marry that woman?"

Song Qin sighed. Actually, she had a pretty good relationship with her mother before. Her mother just had a bit of a temper, but she was a good person.

While they were having lunch, an old man stood smiling at them from the doorway.

"Song Qin, your husband is fighting with someone again. Aren't you going to go and check on him?"

"They've started fighting?" Song Qin frowned.

The old man continued to laugh and said slowly, "Yes, it was a really bad beating. Your old Fu was even bleeding."

Song Qin hesitated for a moment: "Then it should be nothing, he hasn't come looking for me."

She actually suspected that Lao Fu had sent someone to call her.

The more Song Qin thought about it, the more likely it seemed. This wasn't the first time he had used a self-inflicted injury tactic.

This is how it used to be when they argued. Old Fu would send someone to tell her that he was feeling unwell again and that she should go home and take care of him. But when she got home, she would find him leisurely lying in a rocking chair.

Song Qin didn't take it to heart and continued to eat with Lao Jiang and the others with a smile: "I always feel that the fish outside has a fishy smell. Our fish is still the best."

Old Jiang nodded in agreement: "That's right! When I eat fish outside, it always tastes off. The water here is perfect for raising fish."

Old Jiang used to raise fish and made a lot of money, but it became too tiring, so he stopped.

"Why are you touching this and that while you're eating? You're not a little baby anymore," Old Jiang teased Song Xianyin.

“I only touched it!” Song Xianyin retorted.

Aunt Jiang added a piece of fish to Song Xianyin's plate: "Don't listen to your Uncle Jiang, he just likes to say that."

After saying that, Aunt Jiang glared at Old Jiang.

Old Jiang gave her an awkward smile.

Song Qin suddenly asked, "Second brother, doesn't your teacher allow extra lessons? Third brother and the others all have to have extra lessons, but you don't?"

Song Xianyin was taken aback for a moment: "This is voluntary. You can pay for it if you want, or you can not pay for it if you don't want to."

Song Qin looked at her: "Then why don't you get extra help? The teacher said your grades have dropped."

Song Xianyin immediately deflated: "Why do you have to say such things during the New Year? Can't you say something happy?"

Song Qin sighed: "Can't we say things like this during the New Year? This is about your future."

"How am I supposed to catch up? Am I supposed to go home right after class? There aren't that many cars available," Song Xianyin said, sounding impatient.

She hates it when people talk to her about studying.

Does this mean I have to make up for the missed class on Saturday, stay at home for one night, and then set off again before dawn on Sunday?

She's not from the city; she has to go home. The school doesn't allow people to stay overnight on weekends.

Song Qin hadn't expected this.

She hesitated about whether to rent a house for Song Xianyin near her school, but was worried about safety.

However, if she doesn't get extra lessons, the gap between Song Xianyin and others will only widen.

"How about we rent a place for you near the school?" Song Qin suggested.

"Why spend that money? Houses near the school are so expensive." Song Xianyin picked up a piece of food and ate.

“But it’s not good that you never get tutoring. Besides, your brother is so busy right now. If you rent a place nearby, he won’t have to travel back and forth.”

He doesn't even need to take care of Lao Fu. He's already so busy with his studies, and he'd have to cook for Lao Fu when he gets home. That would be exhausting.

Although he is a boy with plenty of energy, at this crucial moment, Lao Fu cannot be allowed to become a stumbling block for him.

Song Qin has made up her mind to rent a house in the city in a few days, so the children won't have to come home for the holidays.

Once she had arranged this matter, she would immediately leave with Fu Zhiyi, keeping it a secret from Lao Fu for the time being.