Quick Transmigration: Don't Let That Cannon Fodder Go

Chapter 332 The Second Daughter in the Historical Fiction 27

The factory was very dusty, but the village was also quite dusty, so Song Qin quickly adapted to the factory environment.

The veteran employees around her were somewhat surprised to see how hard she was working: "You got the hang of it so quickly? You can work a little slower on your first day."

But if I work this slowly in the future, I'll get scolded.

Song Qin smiled and said, "It's alright, I'm not too tired."

The girl told her that the factory was physically demanding and paid little, but she thought it was alright, much easier than farming at home.

When all three children were in school, wasn't she the only one in the fields?

A few new girls came to the factory. They were scolded by the supervisor for working too slowly and kept crying.

Song Qin felt a little sorry for the girl who was about the same age as her daughter and comforted her, "It's okay, little sister, you'll get used to it gradually."

The veteran employee next to him laughed and said, "That's how we all got through all that scolding."

If you don't want to get scolded, you have to work hard.

The factory provided meals, so Song Qin brought over two large bowls. When it was time for lunch, she took two full bowls of food home.

It's good to work outside; someone will cook for you, and you can just pack your food and eat it.

She rushed home, and as soon as she opened the door, she heard Lao Fu snoring.

She smiled and said, "Get up quickly, I've brought back some food."

She shook Lao Fu awake: "Don't you like spicy food? The food here is spicy, so get up quickly."

Hearing her voice, Fu Zhiyi came out of the room: "Mother."

She was a little confused: "Mom, are you coming home for lunch? Aren't you resting over there?"

She remembered that they had a lunch break.

Song Qin smiled and said, "Come and eat, it's okay for me not to rest at noon."

Old Fu came out with a swollen face and droopy eyelids: "Don't you get extra pay for working at noon?"

Song Qin smiled and said, "Everyone needs to rest. It's not like I can just do whatever I want."

Old Fu took a sip of tea: "You're enjoying yourself now, but back when we were building the railway, we had to work at noon too."

Song Qin smiled but didn't say anything.

Her skills are naturally incomparable to his railway construction.

The sun was too strong at this time, and everyone in the village was resting indoors, but the construction site had started working again.

But these workers are used to this level of workload.

"Want to go out for dinner tonight?" The person next to Fu Ci smiled. "I got paid today."

Fu Ci, carrying bricks and covered in sweat, said, "You guys go, I'm not going."

The adults next to him laughed at him: "Fu Ci, why are you still acting like a child? You're so old, why don't you dare to go out for dinner at night?"

Fu Ci silently unloaded the bricks from his shoulder.

The others, bored that Fu Ci ignored them, turned away.

The boy next to me whispered, "You always ignore them, aren't you afraid they'll try to trip you up?"

The people on the construction site don't care whether someone is a student or not; they'll bully whoever is easy to bully.

These people are already so tired from working every day, but they always seem to have so much energy when they're bullying others.

Fu Ci calmly replied, "What's there to be afraid of?"

A bunch of bullies who prey on the weak and fear the strong.

These people gave him a hard time on his very first day back, and even demanded that he give them his first day's wages.

He was the youngest here. Although he was tall, he looked rather thin and didn't talk much. He seemed easy to bully.

Then Fu Ci got into a fight with them, and that was the end of it.

Before Fu Ci arrived, the boy next to him was at the very bottom of the construction site's social hierarchy. He not only had to buy them drinks but also share his wages with them.

"Fu Ci, are you going straight home later?"

"I need to go over there and buy some bread first."

"Oh, that newly opened one? That's a rip-off. It's so expensive for a tiny place. You might as well buy a few steamed buns."

"Buy it and try it."

Boys can't understand.

What's so great about tasting it? If you give him the money, he can make it for you, but it just won't look as good.

That bakery only opened a few days ago, and business is terrible. They don't even know where they are. They don't know how to run a business. I don't know what the owner is thinking.

Song Xianyin went to the river with them several times, and Fu Ci still hadn't noticed. She became increasingly bold.

It's so hot, what's wrong with playing in the water for a while? Besides, she's a very good swimmer.

The children played for so long that they forgot the time, and only left reluctantly when the sky turned red.

"We'll come back here again tomorrow."

"Okay."

Song Xianyin leisurely went home; she was in a particularly good mood today.

Upon seeing the open door, her spirits plummeted.

Why did her brother come home so early today?

She looked at her clothes; they were slightly damp, but almost dry, so it shouldn't be too noticeable.

Song Xianyin cleared her throat and called out into the room, "Brother, you're back."

No one responded to her.

Song Xianyin went to the kitchen and found Fu Ci cooking.

He glanced at her, then continued with his work.

"Brother, I just washed my hair." She touched her still-dry hair somewhat deliberately.

"I feel my hair has gotten a bit too long lately, and I'd like to get it cut."

The kitchen was extremely quiet, with only the sounds of spatulas clattering against pots and the sizzling of food being put into the pots.

Song Xianyin stared longingly at Fu Ci.

Does her brother believe it or not? He's so hard to understand.

If it were her mother, it would be much easier to understand, because if it were her mother, she would have already started cursing.

Fu Ci brought out the dishes, his voice calm: "Come with me somewhere tomorrow."

Song Xianyin looked at him in confusion: "Where are we going?"

"Go and have a meal."

"Okay, okay, what kind of feast?"

Song Xianyin immediately became excited.

It's been a long time since she's been to a banquet. Her mother used to always watch her and not let her eat too much, saying that people would talk if she ate too much. This time, she's determined to eat more.

“A coworker drowned, and his family invited us to a funeral.” Fu Ci looked at her quietly.

"He drowned while swimming in the river the day before yesterday. When they found him, his body was swollen from being in the water, his face was blue, and his eyes were still open."

Song Xianyin was silent for a moment: "Big brother, it's not really appropriate for me to go, I don't even know him."

"It's alright, we're just going to get a good meal. You can just go and pay your respects to the coffin."

Fu Ci's voice was extremely calm, as if he were talking about something perfectly normal.

Song Xianyin choked up, looking at him hesitantly, "But I don't know him."

Women do not have skills.

"Just come with me, I'd feel bad going alone."

Song Xianyin silently picked up some food and said, "But I have to study tomorrow. I've already written down my study plan, otherwise I won't be able to keep up with the pace when I go to junior high school."

"Brother, you go ahead, I'll wait for you at home."

Fu Ci replied, "Next time you go to the river, I can treat your friends to a feast."

Song Xianyin: ...