Quick Transmigration: Don't Let That Cannon Fodder Go

Chapter 318 The Second Daughter in the Historical Fiction 13

After school, Song Xianyin carried a stack of composition books and walked towards home.

Juan said she had finished reading it and asked Song Xianyin to share it with another girl in the class, but that girl said she wouldn't read it, and didn't know if she would be able to take the exam if she did.

Even though it's not the end of the semester yet, several girls have already stopped coming to school, and their families keep coming to ask for tuition fees.

"How could you do this? Besides, this money isn't something we're keeping; it's supposed to be handed over to the Education Bureau." The teacher stood in the office, looking utterly helpless.

The parent opposite glared at him: "If you're not the ones keeping it, who is? You teachers are the most greedy."

The teacher's face turned extremely ugly: "If you didn't want her to study in the first place, you shouldn't have come to pay the money. I've never heard of a refund."

The parents' voices rose even louder: "Who knew she'd be getting married in the next few days? If they had made their decision earlier, I definitely wouldn't have let her come to school."

What are you saying? We haven't even been here long this semester, why shouldn't we get our tuition refunded? She thinks these teachers are just trying to pocket the money!

The girl stood outside the office, tears streaming down her face.

She had already said the money was non-refundable, but her mother insisted on bringing her along.

When Song Xianyin returned home, she found several older women sitting there, all laughing and talking about their children's weddings.

"Song Qin, you'll be here soon too." One of the older women looked at Song Qin with a teasing gaze.

Song Qin glanced at Song Xianyin and gave an awkward smile: "It's still early."

“What do you mean early? We were already married when we were that age!” The old lady perked up instantly.

Song Xianyin ignored their words and silently went into the room.

Fu Zhiyi has returned and is sitting at the table quietly doing her homework.

Song Xianyin placed the composition book next to her and collapsed onto the bed, exhausted.

Fu Zhiyi paused in her writing: "Whose is it?"

“A-Juan’s, give it back to her after you’re done reading it.”

There are always some people in the village who like to make offensive jokes, whether they are men or women.

Song Qin was embarrassed to talk about them, since they were all from the same village and would all be of use to her in the future.

Despite saying that, every time Song Qin asked the villagers for help, they would just wave their hands, indicating that they were powerless to help.

Once, Song Qin got into an argument with someone in the village over a trivial matter. Old Fu got very angry and said that she had no foresight.

"You probably think it's nothing, but you're an outsider. I've been here since I was a child, and all these people are with me. Where do you think I'll save face?!"

Song Qin felt extremely guilty and didn't argue with anyone else there.

The villagers are adept at reading people's expressions, and they've discussed in private countless times who's easy to bully.

As the sun set, the sky was filled with a golden halo, and the villagers, carrying their hoes, prepared to go home.

Song Xianyin sat on the ground, lying on a stone bench, drawing, while Song Qin washed her hair next to her, teaching her manners as she did so.

Song Xianyin didn't listen to a word she said, her hands were covered in colorful patterns.

This money's being used up so quickly, it's almost gone...

I don't know what kind of pen this is, but she'll want to buy lots and lots of them when she grows up.

Just then, a man shouted at Song Qin a few times, saying some vulgar things, while several men next to him chuckled.

Song Qin was afraid that Song Xianyin would learn these bad things, so she urged her to go inside quickly.

These guys are notorious hooligans in the village. Unable to find wives, they spend their days harassing other women in the village.

"If your crotch itches, just slap it with your shoe! You're a hopeless bastard who can't find a wife!"

Song Xianyin stood on the shore and shouted at the people on the other side.

Song Qin was stunned as she watched Song Xianyin's retreating figure.

She quickly realized what she meant: "Song Xianyin, what are you saying?"

Enraged, Song Qin grabbed Song Xianyin's ear.

Song Xianyin showed no fear whatsoever, pushing her while exchanging insults with the people opposite her.

Song Qin looked at Song Xianyin with a terrible headache: "You little girl are so fierce every day, how will you ever get married?"

She looked at the people opposite her, about to apologize, when Song Xianyin shouted, "You bunch of useless trash, cut it yourselves and settle the bill!"

Having no other choice, Song Qin dragged Song Xianyin home.

She stood with her hands on her hips, looking at Song Xianyin with a stern face: "Are you crazy? Who taught you those words? Let me see who you usually hang out with."

Song Xianyin kept her head down and didn't say a word, her feet still rubbing against the chicks next to her.

"Why did you kick him? He was just standing there talking."

The chick was saved and ran away, flapping its wings and taking tiny steps.

"I, Song Xianyin, am not a coward!" Song Xianyin closed her eyes and tilted her head back.

Song Qin was amused by her: "What nonsense are you talking about? Who said you're a good-for-nothing?"

I don't know what they're learning outside all day long.

But this is for the best, so that I won't be bullied by others in the future.

After dinner was ready, Lao Fu leisurely came out of his room.

Song Qin filled the bowl with rice and placed it in front of him.

"Don't sleep for so long down there, you'll become stupid from sleeping too much."

Old Fu said impatiently, "Stop talking all the time. You have so many opinions even when you're just sleeping."

Song Qin sighed: "That's not what I meant."

He always says he gets a headache from sleeping too long, so shouldn't she let him sleep less?

Song Qin looked at Song Xianyin across from her, who was shoveling rice into her mouth without eating a single bite of vegetables, and her face immediately darkened: "Eat your vegetables, who are you arguing with now?"

Fu Zhiyi glanced at the two of them cautiously.

Song Xianyin ignored her and focused on eating her meal.

Song Qin frowned and put the meat in her bowl: "Eat, I specially made your favorite food today."

Song Xianyin remained silent and didn't touch the meat; she just ate her food.

Song Qin was furious at her appearance.

"Why do you care about them? That's just how their lives are. I haven't even settled accounts with you yet. Where did you learn those kinds of things from?"

Song Xianyin felt a little guilty, but still didn't look up.

Old Fu sipped his hot tea with a loud clatter, then sighed in relief: "You've made your mother angry again. You're the only one in this family who doesn't know any better."

"How dare you call me that? You parasite!" Song Xianyin exploded at the slightest provocation.

"Song Xianyin!" Song Qin raised her voice, "Didn't I tell you not to talk to your father like that?!"

Old Fu shook his chopsticks and said sarcastically, "Let her say it. Anyway, she's not a member of the Fu family. If she doesn't want to stay here, she can leave."

Song Qin gritted her teeth and brought up the surname again. If he hadn't disagreed, would Song Xianyin have taken her surname?

She looked at Song Xianyin, whose eyes were red, and said in a cold tone, "Eat quickly, or your father will kick you out."

Song Xianyin's tears fell instantly. She stood up crying and said, "I don't want you to kick me out. I'll leave on my own. Anyway, neither of you likes me."

Song Xianyin slung her schoolbag over her shoulder and prepared to run away from home.