Quick Transmigration: Don't Let That Cannon Fodder Go

Chapter 349 The Second Daughter in the Historical Fiction 44

On the way home, Fu Zhiyi asked Song Qin again.

"Mom, can I not wear this?"

"No, you're a grown woman now, you still need to wear clothes."

Song Qin glanced at the woman standing at the entrance of the barbershop and lowered her voice: "Only old ladies and those women don't need to wear them."

The woman at the door noticed their gaze and looked over. Fu Zhiyi happened to be with that woman and hurriedly lowered her head.

Song Qin patted Fu Zhiyi: "You must wear it. Don't ask about these things again. People will laugh at you if they hear you."

Although Fu Zhiyi didn't understand, she still nodded.

The village has been much cooler in the evenings lately, and many villagers are sitting and eating cantaloupes, chatting happily about what happened during the day.

Song Xianyin had just washed her hair and was sitting on a stool doing her homework in a messy manner.

Fu Ci had just finished showering when he frowned as he looked at Song Xianyin's hair: "Why didn't you dry it again?"

Song Xianyin said impatiently, "Big brother, it's so hot now, your hair will dry on its own."

The room smelled of shampoo, and Song Xianyin fanned herself, staring listlessly at the exam papers on the table.

She didn't want to write; she really didn't want to write.

She thought her homeroom teacher would tell her older brother about it, but it turned out her older brother didn't know.

She really likes her homeroom teacher!

Fu Ci took a basin to the river to wash clothes, and Song Xianyin looked at his back with a guilty conscience.

As soon as Fu Ci stepped out the door, she immediately ran to the backyard bathing area, and sure enough, the pants she didn't want to wash were gone.

Song Xianyin hummed a song as she returned to the house.

It's not that she's lazy; those pants are nice, but they're really heavy to wash, even heavier than jeans. It takes her a long time to wring them out each time, and she doesn't want to.

And then she just accidentally put those thick pants in Fu Ci's bucket.

Fu Ci returned after quite a while. Song Xianyin pretended not to see him and focused on reading her book, but she kept an eye on Fu Ci's movements out of the corner of her eye.

She was relieved to see the familiar pair of pants on the clothesline.

"Is there anything you don't know?" After hanging up the clothes, Fu Ci took his book and sat down at another table.

Song Xianyin shook her head. Realizing he wasn't looking at her, she said again, "I know everything."

She just didn't want to do it.

As Song Xianyin was working, she started to daydream. A firefly came in, and Song Xianyin immediately caught it in her hand.

The firefly tried to break free, but Song Xianyin mischievously held it down to prevent it from flying away.

Fu Ci quietly read his book. Doing well on the midterm exam didn't mean anything; the final exam, which he took with other schools, was what mattered.

Song Qin called him yesterday, because he usually pays more attention to Song Xianyin, fearing that she's going through a rebellious phase.

Fu Ci felt that Song Xianyin's rebellious phase started from a young age.

When they were little, Fu Ci was very resistant to the addition of his younger sister to the family, but Song Qin and Lao Fu didn't have much time to spend with her, so Song Xianyin would stick to him all day long.

If he wouldn't play with her, she would hit him with something. Children have a lot of strength, and Fu Ci's hands were covered with scratches from her.

Fu Ci had no choice but to trim her nails after being arrested, and teach her not to hit people randomly.

Later, Song Xianyin stopped hitting him and went to hit other children in the village. As she hit them, Song Xianyin developed a bond with those children, and they spent all their time playing together. Fu Ci finally had some time to himself.

Fu Ci was writing on his exam paper when a firefly emitting a faint glow suddenly appeared in his line of sight.

His hand paused for a moment, then he continued doing his homework.

"Big brother, this is a gift for you," Song Xianyin said earnestly.

"You can make a wish on it, and it will grant your wish."

Fu Ci ignored Song Xianyin in front of him; he was used to her rambling nonsense all day long.

Song Xianyin sat opposite Fu Ci, holding the firefly in her palm and closing her eyes tightly: "Immortal, I have a wish."

"I want an older brother who can help me with my homework. Can you make this wish come true?"

Fu Ci's cold voice rang out: "If you don't finish writing, you're not going to sleep tonight."

Song Xianyin immediately deflated. She returned to her seat dejectedly and started working on those boring problems again.

"Do you want to pursue a career in painting?" Fu Ci suddenly asked.

Song Xianyin paused for a moment, then shook her head: "No."

Fu Ci looked at her: "Don't you really like drawing?"

"I don't like it. I just like being praised." Song Xianyin yawned.

Moreover, it seems that one's family background also matters if they choose this path.

Fu Ci responded softly, "If I really want to take this path, I'll go ask."

In two more years he will graduate from high school, and he will have more ways to make money.

We'll see where she can learn to draw then; it would be even better if we could find her a good teacher.

Song Xianyin had some sweat on her forehead. She wrote the questions in silence, lost in thought.

Qin Shiyi doesn't like weekends because she has to do Qin Tianci's laundry as soon as she gets home.

His coats and pants were so heavy that her hands would turn red from all the twisting.

"Mother." Qin Shiyi stood up somewhat awkwardly when she saw the person who suddenly appeared.

Qin's mother gave her a complicated look: "Wash yourself clean. Your brother likes to run around everywhere, and his clothes are very dirty."

Qin Shiyi nodded obediently.

She was a little happy. Her mother rarely spoke to her, and this time she was so kind. She washed even more diligently.

During the meal, Qin Tianci kept chattering to his mother about his recent outing. His mother smiled and wiped the sweat from his forehead, saying, "Alright, alright, I'll give you extra money later so you can treat them to something to eat."

It's not good for a child to be without money. If all the other children have money and he doesn't, he'll definitely be bullied.

Qin Shiyi looked at this scene with some envy. Before her younger brother was born, her mother had touched her like this.

Qin's mother took a sip of wine and looked at Qin Shiyi: "Later, you can help Tianci correct his homework and teach him math or something."

"I do not want!"

"You don't want your mother to give you money to go out and play anymore."

Qin Tianci immediately deflated and reluctantly said, "Okay."

To please Qin's mother, Qin Shiyi immediately started revising Qin Tianci's essay as soon as she finished eating.

This is something that needs to be submitted for grading, but with so many students in the class, the teacher can't possibly correct it in great detail, so Qin's mother always asks Qin Shiyi to help him correct it in advance.

At the very least, typos and grammatical errors are unacceptable.

Qin Shiyi froze as she looked at the words on her composition. Her face turned pale as she stared at the messy handwriting on the paper.

I was terrified, but my mother didn't scold me...

I opened my eyes and saw that my mother had given me three pieces of paper, placing them next to my pillow. I was so touched. My mother is the person I love most, and my mother loves Tianci the most.