Quick Transmigration: Don't Let That Cannon Fodder Go

Chapter 413 The Second Daughter in the Historical Fiction 108

After dinner, those men came back to the Fu family's house to keep watch.

"Where is Song Qin working? Why hasn't she come back yet? Could it be that she doesn't want to come back?"

“In Linhai City, I have a relative there. They can get home in a morning, but Song Qin hasn’t come back yet.”

"She's so indifferent to her own man. I'll have to give her a good talking to when she gets back."

Song Xianyin watched them coldly from the side.

"This Song Qin..."

"Why are you all so talkative? It's not like someone in your family died, why are you all in such a hurry?" Song Xianyin glared at them.

The man who was smoking wanted to curse at Song Xianyin, but he was pulled back by the people next to him.

The man winked at him.

When Song Qin comes back, they'll have to ask her for money, so it's best not to argue with Song Xianyin for now.

They were really patient, and they waited until the early hours of the morning.

Fu Ci looked at Song Xianyin, who was slumped over the table, half asleep, and said, "Go back to your room and sleep."

Song Xianyin shook her head.

The villagers have never been very mindful of boundaries, and she was afraid that if she fell asleep in her room, they would just push the door open and walk in.

Unfortunately, the lock on her room wasn't very secure either.

"Go to sleep, I'll sit outside your room." Fu Ci tidied up the things on the table.

"Your mother will be back soon, and everyone will be busy then, so you won't have any time to sleep."

Song Xianyin thought it made sense and went straight into the room.

The villagers watched her go in, and when Song Xianyin didn't come out for a while, one of the villagers frowned and asked, "What's she doing going in?"

Fu Ci sat at the table by the door and replied, "I have something to say."

The man glared at Fu Ci with annoyance: "I've lived most of my life and I've never seen such a heartless person. This isn't just anyone, it's her father! Even after her father died, she was still thinking about sleeping."

“You can go back to sleep too,” Fu Ci said calmly, looking at them.

The men refused; they turned their heads away and sat motionless.

They've been busy running around at the Fu family's house these past few days; they can't possibly get nothing in return.

One of the candles on the table had already burned out, so Fu Ci lit two new ones, leaving wax all over the table.

Several men were yawning, their eyes barely open.

The man smacked his lips and was about to light a cigarette when he noticed Fu Ci's gaze beside him, and his hand paused.

"Not even a cigarette?" The man frowned.

"It won't make a difference if we wait a little longer; the corpses are covered in the smell of smoke."

Looking into Fu Ci's eyes, the man felt a chill run down his spine. He stretched his neck, took his cigarette, and went outside.

"That's just fussing."

Song Xianyin was completely asleep by this time. She had never slept so well before. There were some minor noises outside, but they actually helped her fall asleep.

She vaguely dreamt of what she looked like when she was a child. Some people in the village said that she looked like Old Fu, and that Fu Zhiyi and Fu Ci looked like Song Qin. She burst into tears.

But that person loved to tease her, and when he saw her crying, he talked even more enthusiastically.

She hated that person when she was a child.

Song Xianyin was sleeping when she was suddenly startled by the loud crackling of firecrackers outside, and she sat up abruptly.

Why are they setting off firecrackers now?

The villagers who were sleeping against the wall were also startled. They opened their eyes and muttered curses, "Who set off the firecracker? Is this the time to set off firecrackers?"

The elderly people in the village usually wake up early, and once they heard the firecrackers, they couldn't fall back asleep and all came to the Fu family's house to join in the fun.

Song Xianyin listened to the commotion outside for a while, then fell asleep again. In her daze, she seemed to hear Fu Ci say something to those people, and the noise outside finally subsided.

The village chief arrived early in the morning, and he gave Fu Ci a red envelope with him.

"Give it to your mother later. I'll be in the county for the next few days and won't be able to come."

Old Fu used to go crazy in the village, but now that he's dead, the village doesn't feel as lively anymore.

Old Fu's life was tragic; he died without any relatives by his side, and neither women nor children cared for him.

"Don't hate your father anymore. Although Old Fu didn't tell you, we outsiders can all see that your father cares about you the most." The village chief patted Fu Ci on the shoulder and said earnestly.

“I don’t like your father either, but seeing him like this makes me feel bad too. Besides, you’re related by blood, so there’s no need to hold a grudge overnight.”

The woman next to him smiled and said, "That's right. Old Fu still cares about you, his son. When you were little, he would talk about buying you candy if he won money while playing cards."

“It’s one thing for your sister to resent your father, but you can’t resent him, or you’ll be unfilial.”

Fu Ci felt nothing at all. Old Fu's death was actually related to him, but Song Qin didn't say anything, Old Jiang didn't say anything, and everyone tacitly kept this secret.

When Lao Fu returned with blood all over his head, he didn't tell anyone that Fu Ci had injured him. Instead, he vaguely said that he had accidentally injured himself while looking for Song Xianyin.

This shows the extent of his favoritism, but his favoritism did not bring any benefits to Fu Ci, but it did bring a lot of trouble to Song Xianyin.

As dawn broke and there was still some mist in the air, Song Qin finally returned. Her face was a little swollen when she got out of the car, and it was obvious that she hadn't rested well on the way.

When Fu Ci knocked on the door, Song Xianyin was fast asleep, buried in the covers.

Song Xianyin responded, but still didn't get up.

Fu Ci unceremoniously pulled Song Xianyin up.

The Fu family suddenly became lively, with everyone exchanging pleasantries. Although they had been scolding Song Qin last night, their attitudes were much better this morning.

Although I don't know how Song Qin is doing outside, the fabric she's wearing looks quite nice.

"I'm sorry to have troubled everyone these past few days. The driver I found had to take someone else, so I'm a little late."

A person next to her asked curiously, "Song Qin, how much does it cost you to take this bus back?"

Song Qin said a number, and the expressions of the people next to her changed immediately.

"It costs so much money to come back once?"

Song Qin nodded: "After all, it's so far away, and it's not a holiday, so it's not easy to find a car."

Seeing Fu Ci come out, Song Qin glanced behind him and asked, "Where's your sister?"

"I'm packing my things, I'll be out in a bit."

Song Qin looked rather unwell; she hadn't packed anything, so it was obvious she'd slept all night.

But she felt awkward saying anything to outsiders.

"Let's have a meal at the village entrance tomorrow. I'll trouble everyone to go there. I'll go door-to-door to ask later." Song Qin was a little tired, but she still mustered her spirits.

Then find Uncle Qin and a few other people to cook together. Make sure to pay them in advance, and that should be enough.

She didn't want to bury Lao Fu in the village; finding people to carry the coffin and digging the pit would be too much for her.

Let's have someone take Lao Fu to the county later.