Quick Transmigration: Don't Let That Cannon Fodder Go

Chapter 383 The Second Daughter in the Historical Fiction 78

Although Lao Jiang brought a lot of things, it's definitely not enough for the New Year.

After finishing their meal, Song Qin led Fu Zhiyi and the others into the city.

They also need to buy a lot of things for the Chinese New Year.

Song Qin initially thought Lao Fu didn't want to go, but just as they were about to leave, Lao Fu followed them.

“None of the things you bought are tasty.” Old Fu frowned. “I’ll go pick them out, otherwise people will laugh at us.”

"Then there's no room in this car either," Song Xianyin said, standing to the side, throwing a tantrum.

The last seat was originally hers, but Lao Fu plopped down in it, so she didn't have a seat left.

Old Fu glared at her: "So many people have gone, what are you going to do? Just stay home and take care of the house."

Song Xianyin held onto the car door without saying a word.

The person next to Song Xianyin glanced at her and said, "It's alright. Just let your sister sit on your laps. Lao Fu, you go down first and let your sister sit in."

Old Fu, too lazy to move, said impatiently, "Why sit? There's no room left, do you still want to sit?"

"The seat you're sitting in was originally mine!" Song Xianyin shouted.

He just said he wasn't going, but now he says he's going.

Song Qin nudged Lao Fu: "Hey, don't argue with her, let the second brother in first."

Old Fu was a little annoyed, but he didn't say anything. He got out of the car and waited on the side.

Song Xianyin sat on Song Qin's lap, her expression extremely unpleasant.

Song Qin comforted her, "It's okay, buy more of whatever you want later."

A villager nearby laughed and said, "Fu Lao Er, you're so grown up now, but your temper is still exactly the same as when you were a kid."

Song Qin smiled and said, "Her temper is much better now."

"Where does she go to school? I haven't seen her much."

“She lives in the city and usually has to stay at school. She doesn’t go out much on weekends, so we probably don’t see each other,” Song Qin explained.

"Fu Lao Er is so capable now, he's even gone to study in the city. How are his grades?"

"It's alright," Song Qin replied with a smile.

Fu Ci sat in the passenger seat. The back seats were almost too cramped, but he was quite comfortable in the front.

Fu Ci noticed Song Xianyin's mournful eyes.

He frowned, then suddenly pulled out an orange from somewhere.

Fu Ci casually tore off a piece of orange peel and handed it to Song Xianyin.

Song Xianyin looked at him with a bewildered expression: "Why are you giving me the trash?"

Fu Ci was silent for a moment: "Aren't you feeling unwell?"

The smell of tobacco had seeped into Lao Fu's body.

Even if he's not smoking right now, you can still smell a strong odor of smoke as soon as you get close to him.

He coughed a few times, and the air in the car immediately became stuffy.

Song Xianyin took the orange peel and sniffed it hard.

"Song Qin, you're working outside now, and Lao Fu is taking care of the kids at home, right?" The person next to Song Qin chatted with her.

Song Qin nodded and replied, "Yes, he stays at home while I work outside."

The villagers laughed and said, "That's great! Look how well Fu Laoda and Fu Laoer are being taken care of. You can work over there with peace of mind. It's always good to have a good man."

Song Qin smiled but remained silent.

They arrived in the city quickly.

Song Qin first took them to buy a lot of candy and snacks, and then immediately went to buy firecrackers.

In the past, they would buy the smallest firecrackers just for the sake of good luck, but now that they have a little money, of course they want to buy big firecrackers.

There were also many children playing with all sorts of firecrackers nearby.

Song Qin looked at Song Xianyin, who was carrying large and small bags, and said, "Which one do you want? Didn't you used to love playing this the most?"

Song Xianyin shook her head: "I don't want to play anymore, I'll just buy some random things."

She's past the age of enjoying these kinds of things.

Old Fu walked around the market with his hands behind his back, and he would give a detailed critique of each stall he visited.

He would say one minute that the location was bad, which was why they couldn't attract customers; the next minute he would say that the quality of their goods was poor, yet they were selling them at such high prices.

In any case, almost every stall he passed by would roll its eyes at him.

They happened to run into a relative while they were shopping.

The relatives were all stunned when they saw Song Qin dressed in all red.

"Hey, Song Qin, you're back?"

Song Qin smiled and replied, "That's right, Third Brother."

"You look like you've made a lot of money now," Third Brother said, sizing up Song Qin.

"Isn't it almost Chinese New Year? Even if you don't have money, you should still dress nicely."

Third Brother nodded: "That's true. You want to buy firecrackers? Go to West Street and buy them there. They're cheaper there. They're just ripping people off here."

Third Brother spoke while glancing at Old Fu behind Song Qin.

Old Fu looked left and right, but didn't greet Third Brother.

Song Qin tugged at Lao Fu, but Lao Fu pretended not to notice and ignored her completely.

Third Brother chuckled: "Alright, alright, I have nothing else to say, I just came to say hello."

Doesn't he know what kind of person Lao Fu is? He can't be bothered to pay him any attention.

As he was leaving, the third brother looked at Song Qin and said, "Song Qin, why don't you come to my house for a New Year's greeting this year? We haven't visited each other in a long time."

Song Qin smiled and said, "We'll see if I have time then. I'm going there in a few days. If I don't have time, I'll have Lao Fu take the two kids with me."

As soon as Third Brother left, Old Fu started muttering, "What a snob! He used to not even look at us when we visited his house for New Year's greetings, but now he's making us visit him for New Year's greetings."

"I hate people like that the most. Look at that shifty look on his face just now, he was probably guessing how much our clothes cost?"

Old Fu had forgotten that he had treated his relatives who were even poorer than his own family in the same way, and his attitude was even worse.

They went home carrying large and small bags of things.

The other passengers also bought a lot of things, and there were many more items tied to the roof of the car, almost filling it to capacity.

Halfway there, something on the roof of the car accidentally fell off, so the driver got out and tied it back up.

On the way home, Lao Fu kept smoking. He opened the window, and the wind blew the smoke directly into Song Xianyin's face.

"Dad, can you please stop smoking? Your cigarette smoke is all over my face, and I feel like throwing up."

Old Fu said with a stern face, "I feel like throwing up. What kind of wealthy family's daughter are you? You can't even stand the smell of cigarettes."

“Going to school in the city has made you so pretentious. Look at everyone in the village, who can’t stand the smell of smoke? You’ve been smelling it since you were a child, and now you’re putting on this act for me.”

"Don't smoke in the car, the smell won't dissipate." Fu Ci frowned.

Song Qin also chimed in, "That's right, Lao Zheng is pregnant, it's not comfortable for her to keep hitting her like this."

Old Zheng quickly waved his hand: "It's okay, it's okay, you guys smoke, it's normal for men to smoke a little."

Old Fu was a little embarrassed, but he didn't know what to say. He coldly put out his cigarette.

He didn't say another word for the rest of the journey.

He ignored the driver's questions, creating an awkward atmosphere.

When they got home, he didn't help carry anything and went straight into his room without even glancing at the person behind him.