Quick Transmigration: Don't Let That Cannon Fodder Go

Chapter 333 The Second Daughter in the Historical Fiction 28

Song Qin didn't get home until very late at night. She had talked too early during the day, and by the afternoon, the person in charge had started urging her to hurry up.

She put a few on the wrong stickers, and the person just kept glaring at her.

Song Qin carried the cafeteria groceries home. She stood under the phone booth, looking somewhat tired: "Old Jiang, it's me, Song Qin. How have the boss and the others been these past few days?"

After hearing what was said on the other end of the phone, Song Qin's expression softened.

Rain pattered against the glass, and young people passing by on the roadside kept making strange noises. Song Qin looked at the mud in the corner and sighed.

"I don't have time during the day. You can't just come and go from the factory whenever you want. Are they sleeping now?"

Song Qin glanced out the window and saw several people waiting outside with umbrellas, looking somewhat impatient.

"Okay, okay, thank you for your trouble, Lao Jiang." Song Qin smiled at the person on the other end of the phone.

A short while later, a familiar voice came from the other end.

"mother?"

"Hey, have you guys had dinner yet?" Song Qin asked with a smile.

She hadn't seen them for only a few days, but she already missed them.

"Have you eaten, Mother?"

Song Qin nodded: "Did your sister cause any trouble?"

She was a little worried that Fu Ci wouldn't be able to control Song Xianyin, after all, she was usually lawless.

"She goes to the river every day..."

Before Fu Ci could finish speaking, Song Xianyin, who was standing next to him, tugged at his sleeve tightly.

Fu Ci frowned, and Song Xianyin just stared at him.

Fu Ci:......

"Why did you stop talking? Is she standing next to you and preventing you from speaking?" Song Qin immediately understood.

"Song Xianyin, do you listen to your brother?"

Fu Ci put the phone to Song Xianyin's ear, but Song Xianyin refused and remained silent.

"Second brother?"

“Mother, she won’t speak,” Fu Ci said.

"Next time she misbehaves, just find out if she has a stick in the coffin room in the backyard. That stick hurts a lot when you hit her," Song Qin said angrily.

She was right.

The wind was blowing and the rain was chilly. People outside the phone booth were wearing thin short sleeves and huddled together.

"Why is it taking so long? Are you done yet?"

"Exactly, why don't other people have to fight? One person has been hogging the spot for so long."

Song Qin glanced out the window, too embarrassed to continue.

She whispered, "Don't waste that money. I'll send you money back home next month, and Uncle Jiang will take you to collect it then."

"Don't worry, Mom. Take good care of yourself over there."

Hearing Fu Ci's voice, Song Qin's eyes reddened. If it weren't for the fact that her family was really poor, who would want to leave their child?

"Mom is about to die. There are many people waiting behind her. Quickly, let your sister come over and say a few words to me."

Fu Ci then handed the phone to Song Xianyin, who took it but didn't know what to say.

"The second child? Is he the second child?"

"Hmm," Song Xianyin replied listlessly.

"You're not allowed to argue with your brother. He has to go to the construction site during the day and take care of you all the time. He's very tired."

"You and your brother go to the same school, so if you need anything, just go to your brother, understand? Now hurry up and read through the book once, what if you can't keep up with the others?"

"Don't always think about playing. You'll be in junior high soon, and junior high is very important. Don't you want to go to university? Don't be so playful, understand?"

"Don't eat any of that weird stuff from outside. Your stomach isn't good, it'll make you feel uncomfortable. Do you remember how much it hurt last time? Don't cry secretly. If you miss your mother, just ask Uncle Jiang to call her, understand?"

Song Qin became more and more worried as she talked. Although the eldest brother was reliable, he was aloof and probably wouldn't play around with the second brother much, leaving her all alone.

The second child is naturally childish and immature; I wonder if the eldest child is annoying or not.

Thinking about all this, Song Qin started to get a headache again.

The people outside were getting impatient: "Have you had enough? So many people are waiting."

"Yeah, this phone booth is all yours."

Song Qin apologized to them, feeling embarrassed: "I'm so sorry, I'll be done soon."

She shouted into the phone, "Second son, be good and eat properly. Mom's hanging up now."

"Mom, I put some medicated plaster in the bag where you keep your phone book. You can use it when you're feeling unwell..."

The call had ended, and the sound stopped abruptly.

Song Qin was stunned. What kind of plaster was this? Her second son had even given her a plaster. That was really strange.

As she walked out of the phone booth, the people behind her kept complaining.

Song Qin smiled at them sheepishly and quickly left.

"Mom, I sent the money back home. Please remember to keep it for me; I need it to open a shop when I go back..."

Upon hearing this, Song Qin couldn't help but look back. The girl had dyed yellow hair, was very thin, and wore heavy makeup. She was looking down and talking to the person opposite her.

"I have a boyfriend. I'll bring him home to meet you during the Chinese New Year."

Song Qin suddenly felt a little dazed. She had been through this before, but the person she used to call "Mother" was no longer there.

The ground smelled terrible; rainwater mixed with unidentified garbage made it black and filthy.

Song Qin was already walking very carefully, but when her back foot touched the ground, she still accidentally brought some dirty water with her.

As soon as Song Qin opened the iron gate, Old Fu's complaining voice came from inside.

“You bring food home so late every night, my daughter and I are going to starve to death.”

Song Qin silently poured the food into her bowl, but Lao Fu was still dissatisfied.

"The food is all cold, how can we eat this? You can't even do a simple task properly."

Song Qin had to re-cook all the dishes, while Fu Zhiyi had already prepared the rice, so they could eat as soon as it was cooked.

During the meal, Lao Fu kept muttering, "How did we end up in this lousy place? And you were so grateful to that guy surnamed Qin, look where he led us."

"It's so dark and dilapidated, and the room is always damp. I can't sleep well at all."

Fu Zhiyi couldn't help but say, "Dad, this place is actually quite nice, and it's very convenient to buy anything here."

Old Fu glared at him: "Buying some things will make things convenient. I think you've wasted your education. If you're going to look for a place, you should look for a place with development. Look at this remote mountain area."

Fu Zhiyi pursed her lips and silently ate her meal.

Song Qin suddenly felt very tired, not physically, but mentally.

She felt that going home was more tiring than working in the factory.

She went into the room, pulled out the bag at the bottom, and sure enough, several plasters fell out when she opened it.

This medicated plaster is very expensive, but it works very well, so she always hesitates to buy it.

Song Qin touched the thick plaster. She said that Song Xianyin always helped the pharmacy but not her. It turns out she was helping me earn plasters.

"This dish isn't spicy enough, let's add some more chili peppers and stir-fry it!"

Hearing the shouts outside, Song Qin wiped away her tears: "Coming, coming, I'll go cook now."