Quick Transmigration: Don't Let That Cannon Fodder Go

Chapter 309 The Second Daughter of the Historical Fiction (4 pages)

But Song Qin did not agree immediately, saying she would talk to Song Xianyin about it in a few days.

The old lady nodded happily.

She watched Song Xianyin grow up. Although she was a bit mischievous, she was very pretty.

If I give birth to a boy for Hao Hao, he'll definitely be handsome.

The old lady had already decided that she would have two children, one boy and one girl, both of them beautiful and lovely.

Ideally, they should all look like Song Xianyin.

Song Qin sat at home sewing clothes for Fu Ci, and she sewed them very carefully.

Old Fu sat in a rocking chair, drinking tea and listening to opera on the radio, looking quite relaxed.

He closed his eyes, tapped the iron teacup on the armrest of the chair, and Song Qin put down what she was holding, wiped her hands, and quickly went to pour him tea.

She placed the teacup in Lao Fu's hand, speaking in a somewhat consultative tone: "The neighbors just said they like our second son."

Old Fu frowned but remained silent.

Song Qin sat on a small stool next to him and took the clothes to Lao Fu's side.

She talked about what happened that afternoon while she was sewing.

"Old Fu, what do you think of their Hao Hao? But I think he's not very good-looking."

Old Fu, with his rough voice, said: "What do you women know? Being pretty doesn't put food on the table."

When Song Qin heard Lao Fu speak, she quickly smiled and said, "I don't dislike him. I'm afraid that Lao Er will dislike him. You have no idea how much she hates him."

Old Fu took a sip of tea, his face grim: "Who has she ever liked? She's always complaining about not liking this person or that person."

"She doesn't understand. You should help her keep an eye out for her. If it's suitable, then settle down. She's so old and still just stays at home eating and drinking for free."

Song Qin nodded and smiled at Lao Fu: "You can give me some advice too, I can't understand any of this."

Old Fu liked hearing this, and his expression softened considerably: "You've lived most of your life, and you still can't see people clearly."

Song Qin smiled, her eyes crinkling: "Of course I can't compare to you. You people are much smarter."

Old Fu's expression was somewhat serious: "I think Hao Hao is alright. He's been working in the city for a few years now, and he's a steady person who can take care of people."

“You can’t spoil the second child anymore. You need to start teaching her the most basic things like cooking and washing clothes. Otherwise, when she goes to other people’s homes, they’ll think no one has taught her.”

What if they think their family has no manners?

At this point, Song Qin's expression also turned serious.

Yes, she couldn't let Song Xianyin go out and fool around every day anymore. She was going to someone else's house soon, so she still needed to study.

Other people's homes are different from our own.

Song Xianyin was happy every day at school.

She suddenly realized that her family was actually quite good to her. Although they said it was a waste of money, they still paid her tuition. Many families no longer send their daughters to school.

On her way home, she suddenly saw a dirty-looking person standing by the roadside. It was her classmate, whom she didn't like because he was not good-looking.

Upon seeing Song Xianyin, he immediately and happily called her sister-in-law.

People around looked over, and Song Xianyin was so angry that she immediately threw a stone at him.

The stone hit him and it hurt terribly. The boy got angry immediately: "You tigress! I'll tell my brother not to marry you. Nobody wants you."

"Your brother is so ugly, I would never marry him. You're all ugly people in this house!"

Song Xianyin was furious. He actually said she would marry such an ugly man. She wanted to beat him to death.

The villagers standing nearby watched Song Xianyin smile with delight.

"Fu Lao Er, the ancients were right. Marriage is arranged by parents and matchmakers. It's not something you can just decide not to marry."

The village is so small that any news spreads quickly.

"Yeah, Fu Lao Er, you don't even like Jiang Hao? He has a TV at home."

"Look at how wild you are. It's lucky that Hao Hao is interested in you."

Hearing the people around him supporting him, the boy straightened his back and said, "That's right, my family is very rich. Song Xianyin, since you are indeed good-looking, I will reluctantly let you be my sister-in-law."

He was about to say something more, but the next second Song Xianyin pinned him to the ground.

"Hey! Don't fight!" The villagers nearby were startled.

Song Xianyin has been fighting since she was a child, and she never shows any mercy.

The boy was stunned for a moment, then quickly got into a fight with Song Xianyin. Neither of them would let go, and they fought as hard as they could.

Song Xianyin scratched the boy's face until it bled. The boy held onto Song Xianyin's hair tightly, and Song Xianyin felt the pain, with a thin layer of sweat on her forehead.

The other villagers gave them a couple of token tugs, but seeing that they still wouldn't let go, they laughed and pointed at them from the sidelines.

"Jiang Chao, why don't you let the second brother be your wife? You guys are having so much fun fighting." A man joked, and the people around him quickly burst into laughter.

Song Xianyin gripped the boy's neck tightly and spat at him, saying, "You useless piece of trash who can't have children, get lost!"

The man's face turned red and white as Song Xianyin scolded him.

Those around her were trying to suppress their laughter. Song Xianyin probably didn't even know what she meant by what she said. She was just a child, but it was precisely because she was talking like a child that it was even funnier.

As their strength waned, Song Xianyin felt as if her scalp was being ripped off, and tears began to well up in her eyes.

She had never hated her long hair so much. If her hair were as short as his, she would never be in such a passive position.

The boy was pulling her hair tightly, but Song Xianyin bit his hand and wouldn't let go.

Suddenly, the boy kicked Song Xianyin hard in the stomach, and Song Xianyin loosened her grip immediately in pain.

The boy seized the opportunity to pin Song Xianyin down, and the situation suddenly reversed, with the villagers nearby clapping and cheering.

Boys are supposed to be better at fighting, right?

Just as the boy was about to continue beating Song Xianyin, he was kicked hard to the ground the next second.

The villagers nearby booed.

"Brother Fu, this is a matter between children, don't interfere." A voice came out.

Song Xianyin was stunned for a moment, then immediately pounced on the boy and punched him in the face again and again until he cried.

Song Xianyin cheated; it was clearly just the two of them fighting, but she brought helpers along!

Song Xianyin's eyes turned red with rage. Fu Ci frowned and pulled Song Xianyin up.

Song Xianyin wanted to kick the boy a few more times, but Fu Ci pulled her away.

On the way home, Fu Ci walked ahead, while Song Xianyin followed behind, crying uncontrollably.

"I want to cut my hair. I never want to have long hair again."

As the evening glow filled the sky, the birds returned to their nests, and the aroma of vegetables wafted from the village road, its faint, intermittent sounds gradually fading into the darkness.