Quick Transmigration: Don't Let That Cannon Fodder Go

Chapter 329 The Second Daughter in the Historical Fiction 24

Song Qin was busy all night. Even though everything was packed, she still felt like something was missing.

"Third brother, go tell your Uncle Jiang that we're getting up very early tomorrow morning, and tell him not to oversleep."

Having already gone twice, Fu Zhiyi sighed helplessly and ran out again.

Mother was really too anxious.

Old Fu was already asleep, but Song Qin's soft, intermittent noises were making him feel a little annoyed.

"Stop doing this so late at night, it's keeping me from sleeping."

Song Qin quickly said, "You go to sleep, I'll keep my voice down."

She tiptoed out of the room.

Song Qin went to the sisters' room and checked Fu Zhiyi's neatly packed wardrobe to see if she had forgotten anything.

"Let's bring a few warm clothes. We don't know what the weather will be like there." Song Qin frowned and stuffed the warm clothes into Fu Zhiyi's bag.

"Hey, why fold it like that? You can't fit much stuff in it like that."

Song Qin emptied everything out of the bag and then began to fold it little by little.

Song Xianyin was already awakened by Song Qin as soon as she entered.

Song Qin couldn't see very clearly, so she simply turned on the lamp, which Song Xianyin found a bit too bright.

"Mom, what are you doing so late at night?" Song Xianyin asked, somewhat annoyed.

Can't people get any sleep?

They went in groups of several, and they made it impossible for her, who couldn't go, to sleep, and to watch them pack their things.

Song Qin slapped her: "You brat, do you need one more night's sleep? As the older sister, you shouldn't even help your younger sister pack her things."

She folded the clothes and looked at Song Xianyin: "Second brother, if you miss your mother, go to your Uncle Jiang's house and call her. Don't cry secretly at night."

Song Xianyin leaned against the wall and said in a muffled voice, "Who would secretly cry? I can sleep longer now that you're not home."

"You're the most heartless one," Song Qin joked.

"When Mom earns money in the future, she will send you more money back, and you can buy whatever you want then."

"Buy the best of everything, from meat to shoes."

Song Qin kept rambling on and on, and the more Song Xianyin listened, the more her nose stung with tears. She really hated them.

"Mom, why did you tidy up again?" Fu Zhiyi asked softly as she returned from outside.

Song Qin asked her, "Did you tell your Uncle Jiang?"

Fu Zhiyi nodded.

She tried to contact him three times that night, and Uncle Jiang got upset. He gruffly told her to tell her mother that his memory wasn't that bad.

"Mother, should we take this dress with us?" Fu Zhiyi asked.

Song Qin thought for a moment and said, "I won't bring it. It's all outdated. I'll take you to buy the latest model later."

Fu Zhiyi smiled and said, "Mom, you even know about the latest models."

Song Qin playfully slapped her and laughed, "Don't think of your mother as that kind of old-fashioned person. I was also very much a connoisseur of beauty when I was young."

She and several other girls from the village would use the money they earned to buy clothes in the county. They knew where to buy clothes that were cheap and beautiful.

But after getting married, there are no more opportunities like that. The money I give to my family isn't enough, let alone buying new clothes.

Besides, I'm getting old now, and those clothes don't look good on me anymore, so I might as well buy them for my child.

The two laughed and discussed their future plans.

Looking at the blanket that Song Xianyin had kicked aside, Song Qin said worriedly, "She's not even covering herself with the blanket. She'll cry when her stomach hurts."

"Keep your voices down while you're tidying up, or she'll yell at us if we wake her up," Song Qin said with a laugh.

Fu Zhiyi glanced at Song Xianyin, who was lying on her side: "Is she asleep?"

Song Qin nodded: "She was asleep when I came in."

The two of them didn't speak again and quietly packed their things.

The sky outside gradually turned pale blue. Song Qin blew out the candles, picked up her bags, and walked out of the room.

Fu Zhiyi also walked out with her bag on her back.

Song Qin suddenly realized something and slapped her head: "Oh dear, I almost forgot about this. Third brother, go to the cabinet in Mom's room and take out that drawing pen."

She didn't know what it was called either. The teacher said that all the children in the county used it for drawing, and it was incredibly expensive.

"I'll go out now. Put that board of pens on your sister's desk."

Uncle Jiang outside was already urging them on.

It was a bit chilly outside, and there was a faint mist in the air. Song Qin put her luggage on the back of the tractor and called out, "Third brother, hurry up!"

Old Fu was already sitting up there, frowning as he smoked, clearly having not slept well.

"You didn't tidy up last night, and now you're starting to do this and that. You need to plan things out."

Song Qin said cheerfully, "I've packed everything up. I bought a few drawing pens for the second son, but I forgot to give them to her."

“She already has enough pens, why is she buying more? It’s just a waste of money.” Old Fu’s brows furrowed even more.

Uncle Jiang, hands on his hips, looked at the mountains in the distance and said in a rough voice, "Old Fu, what are you saying? The kid likes to draw, what's wrong with buying him a few drawing pens? The most important thing is that the kid is happy, isn't it?"

Old Fu snorted coldly: "Why should I care whether the kids are happy or not? I'm exhausted myself."

Fu Zhiyi hurriedly put down her paintbrush and went out.

She had wanted to leave this place for a long time.

The tractor sputtered to life, and Song Qin greeted passersby. They exchanged pleasantries with smiles, and soon, the noise at the doorway subsided.

Song Xianyin opened her eyes and listened to the sounds outside. It was unusually quiet outside, just like any other morning.

She stared blankly at the ceiling, unsure of what to do.

She felt empty inside, but it didn't seem like she was in that much pain.

Fu Ci still has to go to work today, but since he's on holiday, he'll try to earn as much as possible.

This house is a bit too quiet, it feels empty.

"Fu Ci, let's go!" A boy at the door waved to the inside while holding a bottle of water.

"You're here so early today?" Fu Ci walked out of the house and started washing his face.

The boy sat on the stone bench by the door, with a towel draped over his shoulder.

"Go early and earn more money. It'll be too hot if you go later."

He glanced inside: "Your mother and the others have set off?"

Fu Ci nodded: "He left this morning."

"Are the second and third brothers coming along too?"

Fu Ci wiped the water off his face and said calmly, "No, Fu Zhiyi went with her."

The boy raised an eyebrow: "Didn't your sister cause any trouble?"

Song Xianyin's temperament was well-known in the village.

"I don't know her."

They barely see each other a few times a day.

"That's true, you leave early and come home late, you don't get to say more than a few words to her."

As Fu Ci was leaving with his things, he paused for a moment and looked at the boy: "I'll go later. Can you check in for me? I'll share some of my wages with you today."

The boy immediately ran off, saying, "Don't worry, I'll definitely help you with this."

Song Xianyin initially felt that she wasn't sad, but as soon as it got light, her emotions surged and she felt so pitiful that she cried herself to sleep.

She slept until noon, and then listlessly got out of bed.

Time to cook! Time to cook!

She was stunned when she opened the iron pot and saw the bowl inside.

Song Xianyin reached out and touched it; it was still warm.

Her eyes reddened and she felt like crying again. It must have been her mother who made it for her; there was so much meat today.