Quick Transmigration: Don't Let That Cannon Fodder Go

Chapter 380 The Second Daughter in the Historical Fiction 75

That night, Song Qin slept with Fu Zhiyi and the others.

Although the bed wasn't big, it wasn't too cramped for Song Qin to squeeze into.

The cold wind kept blowing outside, and you could hear the sound of snow falling on the ground from time to time.

In the past, Song Xianyin was particularly afraid of this voice because every time she heard it, she felt that there was a ghost outside.

But because Fu Zhiyi and Song Qin were with her today, she felt much more at ease.

Song Qin and Fu Zhiyi were talking in hushed tones.

Song Xianyin lay in the innermost corner, facing the wall, wrapped up tightly.

In the past, Song Xianyin would sleep with a small light on in her room, but Song Qin couldn't fall asleep as soon as the light was on, so now the room is dark.

Song Xianyin couldn't see what they were doing, but she could sense that the two seemed to have switched places, with Song Qin now in the middle.

"Is the second brother asleep?" Song Qin asked softly.

Song Xianyin blinked in the darkness but remained silent.

She suddenly felt a lump in her throat.

Song Qin lowered her voice even further: "Are you covered up properly on your side? Is the blanket too small?"

Fu Zhiyi shook her head.

Winter blankets always have a damp smell, which is unpleasant to smell, and they feel heavy and cold when covered with them.

Song Xianyin used to wear many clothes every night.

She changed into the pajamas that Song Qin bought for her today. The pajamas weren't very thick, but they were much warmer than usual.

Suddenly, Song Xianyin felt herself being hugged.

Her body stiffened, and goosebumps immediately rose on her skin.

The damp smell at the tip of her nose was masked by the warm fragrance, and Song Qin's feet covered Song Xianyin's feet.

The moment the lid was closed, Song Qin felt a chill.

She muttered, "Why are my feet so cold?"

"Let's take her to see a doctor sometime. I've heard that people with cold feet aren't in good health," Fu Zhiyi said in a low voice, looking at the ceiling.

Song Qin found Song Xianyin's hand and touched it: "Your hands are burning hot."

"I'll take you both to see it then. I see you're not in good health; you always look so tired."

Fu Zhiyi retorted, "You won't be able to do it when you stop studying."

Song Qin smiled and said, "I see that many people in your school have rosy complexions and look healthy. You must have been studying too late."

After a moment of silence, Fu Zhiyi whispered again, "Mom, I feel like there's a draft somewhere, it's so cold."

She felt a cold wind blowing on her head, but the windows were all closed.

Song Qin handed the hat on her head to Fu Zhiyi: "Everyone said you should wear a hat when you sleep at night, and that it's for old people."

After putting on the hat, Fu Zhiyi felt her head was much warmer.

"Mom, I want to eat rice noodles. I haven't had them for days, and I'm really craving them." Fu Zhiyi sighed and hugged Song Qin's hand.

Song Qin joked, "If only I had known, Mother would have learned the recipe herself."

"Of course they can't give it to you. How would they make money if they did?"

"Who said that? Your aunt said just a few days ago that she would tell me how to make that kind of noodle, and even suggested that I open a shop with her."

"Great! If you open a shop with your aunt, then I'll have free noodles every morning."

Song Qin chuckled softly, "That won't do. I have to charge you, and I'll charge you a higher price."

Song Qin and Fu Zhiyi both deliberately lowered their voices, but Song Xianyin found the voice extremely grating.

It was more jarring than the crowing of a rooster in the morning, more jarring than Lao Fu's constant cursing, and even more jarring than Li Jun's shouting in the classroom.

She lowered her eyes and listened calmly to their conversation.

She didn't want to sleep with them anymore.

She didn't know what kind of powder they were talking about, nor did she know who that aunt was; she knew nothing.

Song Xianyin didn't know why she had become like this; she wasn't like this before.

Feeling the dampness on her pillow, she suddenly had a strong urge to rush out of the room and say she wanted to sleep alone.

She didn't want to sleep with anyone else anymore; she had gotten used to sleeping alone.

The next morning, Old Jiang arrived early with bags and packages.

Old Jiang was wearing a military green cotton-padded coat, and his breath was hot as he spoke.

He said in a rough voice, panting, "I've already prepared everything for you. Your family is almost celebrating the New Year, and you haven't bought anything. Look, everyone's gone home for the New Year now, where are we going to buy any vegetables? You're doing nothing all day long."

Aunt Jiang tugged at Old Jiang.

It's almost Chinese New Year, so don't talk like that in someone else's home. Even if you're very close, it's not appropriate.

Old Jiang fell silent.

Aunt Jiang smiled at Song Qin: "Don't listen to his nonsense. Keep these vegetables for now. They're enough for you for the New Year. If you need more, just come to our house and get some. We've bought a lot of vegetables."

Song Qin held Aunt Jiang's hand and said, "We really don't know how to thank you enough. These two children are so fortunate to have you taking care of them."

Aunt Jiang patted Song Qin's hand and sighed, "We know how hard you've been. If it weren't for Old Fu being unable to support the family, you wouldn't have to work so hard."

Looking at the dejected Song Xianyin behind him, Lao Jiang called out, "Song Xianyin, why do you look so miserable so early in the morning? I won't be giving you a red envelope in a few days."

Song Xianyin's face immediately scrunched up: "Why?"

Old Jiang teased her, "Why? We came and you didn't call anyone, you just hid in the back all by yourself."

Aunt Jiang gave Old Jiang a reproachful tap: "Stop teasing the child, or you'll make him cry again."

Old Jiang smiled at Song Qin and said, "Song Qin, you're back. You'd better keep a close eye on her. Your second daughter has quite a temper; she cries at the drop of a hat."

Aunt Jiang handed a dried persimmon to Song Xianyin: "This is the last one in the house. If you want to eat it in the future, you'll have to go to town to buy it."

"You have to compensate us for our persimmon cakes. You ate all of our persimmon cakes," Old Jiang continued.

Song Xianyin snorted, took the persimmon cake, and went outside to eat it.

Aunt Jiang slapped Old Jiang again: "I told you not to tease her all the time."

"It's alright, it's alright," Old Jiang said in a rough voice.

Aunt Jiang glanced around the room and asked softly, "He's still not up?"

Song Qin nodded: "I guess they were too tired yesterday and went to bed late."

Old Jiang rolled his eyes: "He spends all day sleeping and eating, what's there to be tired about?"

Aunt Jiang nudged Old Jiang again.

The children in the village have all grown up a bit; their cotton-padded clothes are dirty, and they have snot hanging from their noses.

They crowded around Song Xianyin and pointed at the persimmons in her hand: "We have a lot of these at home, and they're not tasty at all."

Another child chimed in, "I don't like eating this either."

"I don't like it either; it tastes a bit like poop."

They burst into laughter upon hearing this; such toilet humor was incredibly amusing to children of that age.

Several children squatted down next to Song Xianyin, watching her reaction.

"I think you're the ones who look like shit," Song Xianyin couldn't help but curse. "Don't bother me, I don't want to play with you."

She wouldn't play with a group of elementary school students.