Quick Transmigration: Don't Let That Cannon Fodder Go

Chapter 316 The Second Daughter in the Historical Fiction 11

Fu Zhiyi has been feeling down these past few days.

Many classmates have bought books on writing essays, some sets contain several books, and she wants one too.

But that set was still too expensive for their family.

"Fu Zhiyi, aren't you going to buy it?" A classmate holding the new book looked at her curiously.

Fu Zhiyi bit her lip: "I don't think it's very useful."

Her classmate stared at her for a long time and said, "It's not useless at all. It's very useful in the sixth-grade exam. Our competitors are those people from the whole county."

The student said, mimicking the teacher's tone.

She looked at Fu Zhiyi with a hint of disdain: "You're not saying this because you can't afford it, are you?"

Other onlookers also gathered around.

Fu Zhiyi was praised by her teacher every day, but as a result, her family couldn't even afford to buy composition books, and they regained their sense of superiority in front of her.

Fu Zhiyi's face flushed red, and she stammered, "What's so hard about not being able to afford these books? I'm already very good at writing, I don't need to read these books."

She looked at the students opposite her and said, "Your grades are bad, that's why you need to look at this."

The classmate in front of Fu Zhiyi immediately looked displeased.

"If you can't afford it, you can't afford it, why say all that..."

The classmates gradually dispersed, and Fu Zhiyi finally breathed a sigh of relief.

She really disliked her classmates. In fact, their families were not much different from hers, but her family would not buy her books like these.

But as they said, this book is very important for the exam. Everyone else has it, and if she doesn't, will she be overtaken by others?

As soon as Fu Zhiyi got home, she rushed into her room.

Song Xianyin hadn't even put her schoolbag down yet; she was fast asleep, leaning back in her recliner.

Fu Zhiyi quickly shook her awake: "Don't sleep, I need your help with something."

"Ugh!" Song Xianyin rolled over impatiently and buried her face in her hands.

Fu Zhiyi kept prying her hand open: "Song Xianyin, don't sleep, lend me some money?"

Song Xianyin thought she had gone mad from reading: "How could I possibly have money?"

Fu Zhiyi didn't believe her: "Where's your pocket money? I want to buy a composition book, can you lend me some?"

Song Xianyin sat up and said helplessly, "This housekeeper only gives your older brother and you pocket money, okay?"

Although Fu Zhiyi had very little, she had none at all.

Fu Zhiyi was taken aback. That's right, Song Xianyin never had any pocket money.

She was a little better than Song Xianyin. Every time she got good grades, her mother would give her some money to buy something to eat, but she didn't buy anything and always saved it.

Fu Zhiyi's eyes immediately welled up with tears. What should she do? She really couldn't buy the composition book.

Song Xianyin glanced at her and said, "Why don't you borrow from your older brother? He definitely has the money."

"I can not."

Song Xianyin didn't speak; she didn't dare.

During the meal, Song Qin noticed that Fu Zhiyi's mood was off.

"Zhiyi, are you unhappy at school? Why did you eat so little today?" Song Qin placed the bowl in front of Fu Zhiyi.

Fu Zhiyi hesitated whether to tell Song Qin what had happened.

"Mom, Fu Zhiyi wants to buy a composition book," Song Xianyin said casually.

Song Qin glanced at Fu Zhiyi with some surprise.

Fu Zhiyi has never asked for anything since she was little, so this composition book probably isn't that important...

Song Qin frowned: "Zhiyi, the teacher didn't say we had to buy the composition book, and you write such good compositions, it doesn't matter if we don't buy the composition book."

Old Fu huffed and puffed as he shoveled into his rice, then interjected, "Why would we need composition books? It's a waste of money. We didn't have composition books back then."

Fu Zhiyi lowered her head further and further, and whispered, "But the teacher said this is very important, and everyone else has it."

Song Qin raised an eyebrow and clapped her hands: "Isn't it perfect that everyone else has some? Then go and borrow theirs to read, and you won't even have to spend any money."

Fu Zhiyi remained silent; those people wouldn't lend her the money.

They all paid for it, and they won't lend it to people who didn't pay for it. If they did lend it to someone who didn't pay for it, it would feel like they'd lost something.

Song Qin patted Fu Zhiyi's head: "Zhiyi, listen to me. That set is so expensive. Our family really can't afford it."

"Talk to your classmates properly. They won't object. You're all in the same class. See what happens."

She refused to believe that her classmates were so heartless.

Fu Zhiyi felt as if a heavy stone had been placed on her heart, making it hard for her to breathe.

She nodded slightly, but her eyes were red.

Song Qin looked at her with satisfaction: "As expected, Zhiyi is still the most obedient."

If it were Song Xianyin, she would definitely be crying and begging to buy it; Zhiyi is her most worry-free and obedient child.

Song Xianyin glanced at her but said nothing.

As Old Fu was eating, he suddenly said, "Our Fu family's children are always so obedient. Zhiyi, you're so sensible. When you grow up and have money, you can buy whatever you want."

Song Qin and Song Xianyin exchanged a glance, then quickly looked away.

"What Fu family? Don't they know our child?" Song Qin's smile faded slightly.

Old Fu was in a very good mood tonight. He handed the empty bowl to Song Qin and raised an eyebrow.

“That’s different. I only have two kids, a son and a daughter, and they have my surname.”

The child who doesn't share his surname isn't his child.

No wonder he and Song Xianyin have never gotten along.

Song Qin's face was also very ugly: "What are you saying? The second child is also your child, with your blood flowing in her veins. Does that mean she has nothing to do with you just because she takes my surname?"

When Song Xianyin was born, Lao Fu's face was frighteningly dark.

He was drunk at the time and so angry that he wanted to kill Song Xianyin and take over his son's grandson's position.

At that time, Song Qin was extremely weak and had to watch over Song Xianyin every day, fearing that Lao Fu might accidentally drop Song Xianyin to her death when she wasn't paying attention.

After Song Xianyin was born, Lao Fu refused to let her take his surname, so Song Qin had no choice but to let her take her surname.

As it turned out, the third child was another daughter. Old Fu was helpless, but he still accepted the reality. After much persuasion, he finally agreed to let Fu Zhiyi take his surname.

Song Xianyin has known about this since she was a child, and she doesn't shy away from talking about it.

The village children mocked her surname and said she had no father, so Song Xianyin always said, "My father is dead!"

Every time Lao Fu heard this, he would beat Song Xianyin up.

But he stopped beating Song Xianyin after she grew up, because she ran fast and he couldn't catch her anymore.

Song Xianyin and Fu Zhiyi's room faces the direction of the fields, and they can clearly hear the frogs croaking in the fields every night.

It kept making noises all night, along with the buzzing of some kind of insect.

The wooden window couldn't be closed properly, and a corner of the blue gauze on the window was torn. Song Xianyin looked at that spot, a little afraid that insects might crawl in through the hole.

The bed trembled slightly, and besides the chirping of cicadas, there was also a faint sound of weeping.