Quick Transmigration: Don't Let That Cannon Fodder Go

Chapter 376 The Second Daughter in the Historical Fiction 71

Old Jiang knew perfectly well that all he wanted was to give the money to that woman.

In the end, Lao Fu talked himself hoarse, but Lao Jiang still wouldn't give him the money.

Old Jiang didn't hear what he wanted to hear.

Old Fu knew what Old Jiang wanted to hear, but he wouldn't say, and in the end, he had no choice but to leave dejectedly.

The next day, Song Xianyin got up early to fetch water from the river.

As soon as he reached his front door, he saw an old woman yelling, "That guy surnamed Fu is a freeloader! He's shameless! We're all honest business partners, and he doesn't even pay after doing it. What a coward, what a scoundrel!"

The old woman stood with her hands on her hips at the door of Old Fu's house, cursing incessantly: "I've given you money for several nights for nothing, and you keep delaying the payment. Are you going to give it to me or not? You said you'd give me the money as soon as Song Qin sent it back, but what happened? I haven't seen a single penny!"

People gathered around to watch the spectacle; no one dislikes watching a show, especially one with such a melodramatic plot.

"Hey, his kid's back. Go tell him something," someone in the crowd said, not one to shy away from stirring things up.

The old woman glanced at Song Xianyin beside her and immediately grabbed Song Xianyin's hand: "Tell me, why won't your father give you money? I've worked hard for several nights and haven't earned a single penny. Is this fair? Hurry up and call your father out, or do you believe I'll make a scene at your school?"

"Hey, Fu Lao Er, hurry up and call your dad out! Look at this mess, what a fuss this is!" The villagers nearby burst into laughter.

"That's right, that's right, your dad went to them but they didn't pay him."

A few thugs stood at the front: "Song Xianyin, you're usually so arrogant, but it turns out your dad is this kind of person. And you're still talking about us?"

These thugs went to the same elementary school as Song Xianyin and had been bullied by her since they were young. They hated Song Xianyin's condescending attitude and felt a strange sense of satisfaction seeing her like this.

"Song Xianyin, if your dad really doesn't want to give this money, I'll give it to him for him," a thug said, patting his chest, his voice carrying a deeper meaning.

The people around immediately burst into laughter.

"You little rascal, I knew you were always teasing Song Xianyin, so you had this on your mind all along."

"I've always felt that this brat likes this Fu Lao Er. It just so happens that Fu Lao Er doesn't have a boy he likes either. If not, he might as well be with her." Others chimed in, just to join in the fun.

The boy initially didn't care, but after this commotion, his face turned red.

He was just saying it casually, but if it actually happens, it doesn't seem like a bad thing.

Actually, he didn't dislike Song Xianyin that much. After all, who would want to mess with a girl? A few hits from a girl don't hurt that much.

He looked at Song Xianyin and laughed, "Song Xianyin, why don't you think about it? Consider this money as selling yourself..."

Before he could finish speaking, he was punched hard and knocked to the ground.

A chorus of screams erupted from the side.

Fu Ci slammed him to the ground, punching him repeatedly. He was panting heavily, his eyes were bloodshot, and the veins on his forehead were bulging. Each punch was harder than the last.

People around him tried to stop him, but he shook them all off forcefully.

The old woman standing nearby was startled. She looked at them with some fear, but also felt wronged: "What am I afraid of? If you have the guts, then kill me. It's a cash-on-delivery transaction, I did nothing wrong."

Song Xianyin put the water aside and tugged at Fu Ci's hand: "Brother, stop hitting him for now, hurry up and call Dad out."

Who knows when this coward will finally disappear? Is it really reasonable to expect two little kids to handle something like this?

Fu Ci's breathing was heavy. He shook his hand and stared coldly at the person on the ground.

The person on the ground trembled in fright when he looked at them like that.

Fu Ci didn't say anything, turned around and went into the house.

After Fu Ci left, the people next to him quickly pulled the boy up from the ground.

"What are you joking with them about? Don't you know their family members are the kind who can't take a joke? You're being too impulsive. Don't you know Fu Ci?"

"Oh dear, oh dear, get up quickly, it's so embarrassing."

Blood was gushing from the boy's mouth. He was trembling all over in pain, gasping for breath, and wincing in pain whenever he moved his face.

"Let's go, let's go quickly." A person of similar age next to him quickly pulled him along.

He feared that if he stayed here any longer, he would be implicated as well.

He was beaten by Song Xianyin when he was young, and by Fu Ci when he grew up. This family is really speechless.

When Fu Ci entered the house, Lao Fu was hiding in the closet.

Fu Ci stood in front of the wardrobe with a cold face. He tugged at the handle, but it didn't budge.

"Come out." His voice was filled with suppressed anger.

He went out and messed around, and Fu Ci didn't want to get involved, but since his family was involved, Fu Ci had no choice but to intervene.

Old Fu gripped the wardrobe handle tightly and called out anxiously, "Son, is she gone?"

Fu Ci suppressed his anger: "If you don't give them the money, how are they supposed to leave? Get out of here right now."

Old Fu cursed, "You idiot, are you just like your mother? She's standing at the door, how am I supposed to get out? Am I supposed to get beaten up by her? You and your sister, hurry up and help me stop her from coming in! If she comes in, you'll be fatherless, don't you understand?"

The woman sat on the stone bench by the door, looking somewhat uneasy.

"Little sister, where did your brother go? Did he go with a knife?" The aunt's face was full of worry.

She was really worried that the young man might not know his own strength, and she was afraid that Fu Ci might do something rash in a moment of impulse, such as killing her.

"No, my brother went to see my dad," Song Xianyin explained.

The woman frowned deeply and said in confusion, "Why have we been looking for him for so long? Isn't he right inside the house?"

A short while later, Fu Ci dragged Lao Fu out. Lao Fu had his head down and looked dejected.

Upon seeing Lao Fu, the auntie flew into a rage, grabbed his ear, and yelled, "You shameless bastard! You dare to lie to me! You're a beast!"

"How much money does he owe you?" Fu Ci asked the woman.

The woman suddenly felt a little guilty and whispered a number.

Seeing that Fu Ci didn't speak, she raised her voice and argued, "These are all legitimate transactions, with clearly marked prices. I didn't cheat you."

Fu Ci counted the money in his hand and then handed it to the aunt.

Song Xianyin quickly grabbed his hand and asked anxiously, "Is this your money or his money?"

Fu Ci glanced at her, his tone helpless: "His money."

He's not stupid; he wouldn't use his own money to pay off the debt.

Song Xianyin then released her hand with relief.

The woman was surrounded by layers of people. After counting the money, she quickly put it in her pocket.

She smiled apologetically at Fu Ci and Song Xianyin, "Little sister, I'm leaving now."

After saying that, he nodded and left.

The woman looked at the crowd surrounding her and impatiently shoved them away.

"Stop squeezing! What's so interesting about this?"