Quick Transmigration: Don't Let That Cannon Fodder Go

Chapter 336 The Second Daughter in the Historical Fiction 31

Qin Jun sat dejectedly on the ground, his head down and his face pale.

"You can't say that. Didn't you get any benefits? You definitely earn more money working here than farming in the village."

Upon hearing this, Qin Jun immediately felt more confident: "That's right, you've already benefited and you're still causing trouble here."

Song Qin slapped him across the face: "Try talking nonsense again."

His face stung, and Qin Jun winced in pain.

He glanced at Song Qin, a hint of fear in his eyes: "Even if you hit me again, there's nothing I can do. How could I possibly get your child into school? Things have to go through procedures, it's not like in the village."

"Then why did you say you could do it? You beast!" Song Qin was so angry she could hardly breathe.

She thought the worst thing would be having her wages withheld, but she didn't expect it would affect Zhiyi's schooling.

Thinking of Fu Zhiyi's worried face last night, Song Qin's tears fell instantly.

She kicked Qin Jun hard: "You son of a bitch, you've ruined my child's life! Do you even know how good her grades are?"

Song Qin grew angrier the more she thought about it: "Fine, since she can't go to school, then you shouldn't live either."

She looked around, checking for any knives.

Since he's useless anyway, let's just kill him.

The people around her quickly comforted her: "Miss, don't get agitated. Everything can be resolved. Let's discuss it patiently."

"Discuss what?! Qin Jun, your life is over today. I'll kill you and then turn myself in!" Song Qin cried and cursed at the same time.

What's the point of discussion? Will discussion get Fu Zhiyi into the school?

The bespectacled man's forehead was covered in sweat. He dryly advised, "Miss Song, please calm down. The principal of the affiliated high school is a friend of mine. Let me ask him for you."

The person next to him quickly nodded and pointed to the man with glasses: "Miss, please sit down. Mr. Xu has a solution."

Don't keep talking about death; it's bad luck to say it out loud.

This is something they absolutely avoid when doing business.

Qin Jun also looked anxiously at the bespectacled man, hoping there would be a way, otherwise he might really not survive.

This Song Qin is absolutely insane. Who could be this crazy? She has no shame at all.

The bespectacled man made a phone call. He stood by the window, talking to the person on the other end of the line, his brows furrowed.

"Yes, a friend. Do you think it would work? This kid has pretty good grades, right?" The bespectacled man looked at Song Qin.

Song Qin immediately stood up and nodded vigorously: "She's always ranked first in school, and she studies as soon as she gets home."

"It's a girl, very hardworking and diligent... um... I know it's too late, but she came all this way, you know that," the bespectacled man said in a low voice.

"Oh, so the first-year students have already registered for today, right...?"

Song Qin's heart tightened when she heard this. Wasn't it supposed to be several more days? Why was it already today for the first day of the new year?

Her gaze was fixed on the man with glasses.

The bespectacled man frowned and exhaled a puff of smoke: "It's best to go to a better class. I wonder if girls will be bullied if they go to the lower classes."

Song Qin jogged over to the bespectacled man and whispered, "It doesn't matter which class it is, we can go in and do it."

Forget about better classes, having access to education is the most important thing.

The bespectacled man nodded and said to the person on the other end of the phone, "Okay, then she'll take her documents to register tomorrow. Please ask the teacher to keep an eye on her."

He exchanged a few pleasantries with the person on the other end and finally ended the call.

The bespectacled man looked at Song Qin apologetically: "I'm sorry, Miss Song, your child can only go to a less desirable class because the other classes are already in session today, and we can't just add anyone in."

Song Qin wiped away her tears and choked out, "Thank you so much. As long as I can go to school, anything is fine."

The bespectacled man looked at her and sighed. He spoke in broken Mandarin, "It's understandable. Parents are always worried about their children."

The fat man breathed a sigh of relief. Now she was satisfied, and she wouldn't go to the government building to commit suicide.

"Sister Song, you really need to thank Mr. Liang. Not just anyone can get into the affiliated high school. Qin Jun definitely won't let your child get in."

Song Qin smiled and said, "I felt that Mr. Liang looked kind as soon as I came in, and it's true. Thank you so much, Mr. Liang. I'll ask my child to treat you to dinner another day."

Mr. Liang smiled and shook his head: "No need, no need. I'm just thinking about my business. But Miss Song, don't talk about life and death all the time. You should save more good karma for yourself."

Upon hearing the good news, Song Qin immediately went home.

Fu Zhiyi was restless at home. Today she saw the noodle stall owner's daughter wearing a school uniform, so they must have gone to school.

Why did you go to school early? Fu Zhiyi bit her lip, her eyes red.

She had a bad feeling and dared not think about it any further.

Old Fu sat in a rocking chair, sipping hot tea: "If you can't go to school, go to the factory. There are several girls in your mother's factory who are younger than you, and they've all gone to work."

He muttered, "Why do you read so many books? You're not your brother. Look at your brother, he has to go to school, and you and Song Xianyin have to go to school. Your mother is so tired."

“I told you long ago that the Qin army was unreliable, but your mother just wouldn’t believe me. Don’t blame your mother. Everyone has their own struggles. You’ve studied for six years, which is enough for a lifetime. I didn’t study for many years either, but I still survived.”

Old Fu's words pierced Fu Zhiyi's heart, one by one. The words on the book were blurred, and tears fell drop by drop onto them.

She didn't want to work; she just wanted to study.

Just then, the door opened, and Song Qin called out excitedly, "Third brother, you're going to have a school to attend!"

Before Fu Zhiyi could react, Song Qin came in carrying groceries. She smiled and said, "That Mr. Liang made a phone call, and you can go to school to register tomorrow."

She cursed, "That Qin soldier is no good. He even lied to your mother! Luckily, I found that fat man. If he dared to lie to me, I'll kill my way to his house and drag him out."

Old Fu was annoyed by Song Qin's grumbling and cursing.

He frowned deeply and said impatiently, "Keep your voice down. Are you afraid of disturbing others by speaking so loudly? This isn't the countryside."

Song Qin lowered her voice and walked to Fu Zhiyi's side: "Third brother, stop reading, let's go buy some daily necessities."

Fu Zhiyi kept her head down and didn't react.

Song Qin frowned, touched her face, and wiped away her tears.

She quickly squatted down beside her, cupping her face in her hands: "Oh dear, you're crying. Why? Are you unhappy about going to school?"

With tears streaming down her face, Fu Zhiyi looked at Song Qin, laughing and crying at the same time: "Mother, I've been scared all day."

Song Qin helplessly wiped away her tears: "Silly girl."

Is there anything in the world that cannot be solved?