Quick Transmigration: Don't Let That Cannon Fodder Go

Chapter 307 The Second Daughter of the Historical Fiction (2 pages)

Old Fu is on hunger strike again.

He didn't speak, he just lay in bed all day, neither speaking nor eating.

Fu's mother was extremely anxious. She would come back to comfort him after finishing her work in the fields, and she looked much more haggard these past few days.

Since Lao Fu wouldn't eat, Song Xianyin could only take meat from Lao Da's bowl.

These past few days, Fu's mother has been crying all the time: "Why are you so disobedient? Look at your father, he won't even eat."

Song Xianyin pouted. Why blame her? It was clearly her father's bad temper.

"Isn't this good? We can cook less, Mom, and we can have more meals."

Fu's mother flicked her forehead, saying with exasperation, "You're always so irresponsible! You're not allowed to go to school anymore!"

Song Xianyin didn't take it seriously; she was going anyway.

But the tuition is due tomorrow, and her mother hasn't given her the money yet.

Song Xianyin looked at her third son reading under the kerosene lamp. She lay on the bed and nudged the leg of her stool with her foot.

Did Mom give you money for your books?

The third brother silently looked at the book without saying a word.

Song Xianyin kicked it again, and the third brother said in a muffled voice, "Given it."

Song Xianyin was a little angry and biased.

She leaned closer to the third sister, looked closely at her face, and lowered her voice: "How much did they give you?"

The third brother fell silent again.

Song Xianyin kept looking at her.

Helpless, she lowered her eyes and said, "It wasn't much; I just paid whatever the tuition fee was."

Song Xianyin felt a pang of jealousy. So they would offer to pay her tuition fees voluntarily? Then why did she always have to ask them for it?

"How much did they give my brother?"

The third sister answered quickly this time, whispering, "A lot, several times more than mine."

The eldest child is the only one in their family who has pocket money.

Song Xianyin was so angry she could hardly breathe, and she immediately went out to find someone.

The third brother quickly pulled her back. She bit her lip, her eyes filled with fear: "Don't say it was me who told you."

Song Xianyin impatiently pulled her away: "I'm not that kind of person."

Watching Song Xianyin's retreating figure, the third sister's expression relaxed a little. Only she knew that she had just been so frightened that she was sweating profusely.

With such a big difference, it's impossible for her not to have any thoughts.

However, she wasn't Song Xianyin's type. If she didn't listen, she would be the first one to be abandoned.

It's very late now, and the croaking of frogs in the fields continues, with occasional whispers also heard.

Song Xianyin banged on the door for a long time before the eldest brother finally opened it.

He looked down at her, his eyes revealing no emotion.

Song Xianyin hated his expression the most. He was the one who benefited the most from the family, and out of so many people in the family, he was the only one who had a private room.

When my grandparents were still here, they used to sleep on a straw mat on the floor.

"What are you doing?" His voice was somewhat cold.

If outsiders saw how the two interacted, they would never guess that these seemingly unfamiliar people were actually brother and sister.

"Give me the money!"

The leader sneered, "Why should I?"

“You took my share; they gave you my tuition money as pocket money.”

The eldest brother bluntly stated, "If it weren't for the two of you, I would have received even more money, you know? This is what I deserve."

He had more pocket money before they were born.

Song Xianyin choked up.

This brings us back to the issue of son preference and the two-child policy.

The boss glanced at her and closed the door, leaving Song Xianyin feeling humiliated.

But she still went to school the next day; she didn't believe they really wouldn't pay her tuition.

They really didn't pay for her anymore.

The teacher felt a pang of sympathy seeing Song Xianyin's tearful eyes.

"Yinyin, go back and talk to your parents. What if they give it to you?"

The teacher is checking everyone's homework. Only after the teacher has finished checking and paid can students go in one by one.

Song Xianyin stood to the side, watching them longingly.

Seeing Song Xianyin like this, the children who had received the money unconsciously straightened their chests, because they had tuition fees to pay.

"Teacher, I've come to pay my tuition!" a boy shouted.

"Okay, teacher, please take a look at the homework first."

Several girls peered out the window at Song Xianyin, their eyes filled with worry.

They've seen too many scenes like this before; who knows if they'll be next?

Older students are required to clean on the first day of school.

They wandered around the campus with bamboo brooms and dustpans in their hands.

A voice exclaimed in surprise, "Fu Ci, isn't that your sister? Why isn't she going in?"

"Did you get punished by the teacher for not paying attention in class?" the boy next to me joked.

Fu Ci looked over and, sure enough, Song Xianyin was standing at the door, standing on tiptoe, gripping the iron bars tightly, and looking longingly into the classroom.

"I don't know her," Fu Ci said calmly.

The person next to him laughed and said, "Fu Ci doesn't care about his sister at all. If I had a sister, I would play with her every day."

Fu Ci scoffed. If he had Song Xianyin standing by his sister, he definitely wouldn't have said that.

After class, several girls gathered around Song Xianyin with worried expressions.

"What should we do? Is your family really not letting you go to school?"

Song Xianyin was very angry: "Even if they don't give in, I'll make them give in."

If they don't let her go to school, then they owe her something.

The girl sighed and drew circles on the ground: "What should I do, Song Xianyin? It seems like my dad doesn't want me to go to school anymore. He thinks I'm costing the family a lot of money."

The other girls listened in silence, afraid they would be next.

When the older students returned, Song Xianyin was already asleep against the wall, curled up in a ball, looking extremely pitiful.

One girl couldn't bear it and said, "This teacher is too fierce. Making me stand for so long as punishment, I'll go talk to the teacher."

"no need."

The girl looked at Shen Ci with a bewildered expression: "Why not use it?"

Isn't that his sister? How can he be so cold towards her?

Shen Ci didn't say anything, and simply left.

The other students looked at each other in confusion, and then slowly followed.

After Shen Ci walked away, the girl next to him pulled him back and whispered, "Don't talk about his sister anymore. His family won't let her continue her studies."

The girl asked, puzzled, "Why?"

Shen Ci doesn't usually seem like someone from a poor family.

"I don't want to waste money..."

Even after studying so many books, you'll still end up marrying into someone else's family.

Actually, she didn't want to study anymore. She wanted to go to the city to work with Da Chuan from the next village, but her family insisted that she continue her studies.

Song Xianyin slept and waited at the door; she had planned to sleep there for a week.

Just then, the teacher gently shook her and said with a smile, "Song Xianyin, go inside. Your family just paid your tuition."

Song Xianyin didn't react: "Should I pay it or should someone else pay it?"

The teacher took her hand and led her into the classroom: "Here you go, you even wrote a note on it. I just found it when I went into the office."

She waved the note in her hand.

Song Xianyin looked at the words on the note, scratched her head, and wondered when her mother and father had learned to write.