Quick Transmigration: Don't Let That Cannon Fodder Go

Chapter 394 The Second Daughter in the Historical Fiction 89

Old Fu always goes to bed very early; he goes to bed to rest immediately after taking a shower.

The snoring was deafening.

Song Qin stood nervously by the bed and called out, "Old Fu, shall I go pluck the duck's feathers now?"

Old Fu was still snoring.

Song Qin called his name a few more times, and Lao Fu finally opened his eyes a crack.

He said impatiently, "You need to call me to pluck a feather? Go pluck it yourself and stop disturbing my sleep."

"Okay, I'll go pluck the feathers then."

Old Fu ignored her and fell asleep again.

Song Qin finally breathed a sigh of relief.

She took all her luggage outside, moved a small stool over, and started packing.

"Second brother, you go pluck the feathers first, and Mom will help you pack your things."

Fu Zhiyi asked, puzzled, "Mom, aren't we leaving soon? Why are we still plucking feathers?"

Song Qin smiled at him: "Your father wants to eat, so how can we let your older brother pluck the feathers?"

Fu Zhiyi remained silent for a while.

My older brother isn't asleep yet, so what's wrong with letting him pluck the feathers? Besides, he has nothing else to do right now.

But she still obediently went to pluck the feathers.

The duck had a strong smell, which she had disliked since she was a child.

Especially ducks scalded with hot water, the smell is so strong it's nauseating.

Fu Zhiyi held her breath and began patiently plucking the duck feathers.

Song Qin called out from the inner room, "Second brother, pluck them clean! Your father will be unhappy if he sees feathers on the duck meat."

Fu Zhiyi replied listlessly, "I understand."

Song Qin knew she was unhappy just by hearing her voice.

Kids these days are like that; they get upset even if you ask them to pluck a duck feather.

Back in their day, kids would do whatever their parents told them to do. If they were told to go east, they would never dare to go west. Unlike kids these days.

Song Qin suddenly remembered that she hadn't paid Fu Ci and the others' tuition fees yet, so she quickly grabbed the money and ran to Fu Ci's room.

Fu Ci was still writing his exam paper when he looked at the money in Song Qin's hand and refused, saying, "Mother, really, it's not necessary. I have other money. You can keep this money for yourself."

Song Qin quickly stuffed the money into his hand and said in a low voice, "How can you use your own money? You should keep the money you earned for yourself."

"You really don't need Mom. It's not easy for you to earn money over there either," Fu Ci said with a hint of helplessness.

Song Qin frowned: "If you don't need it, Song Xianyin needs it too. So you hold it for her, and give it to her when she asks you for money."

Fu Ci stuffed the money back into Song Qin's pocket: "She doesn't need you to pay her tuition; she's already saved enough for her own."

"She's saved enough?" Song Qin frowned deeply. "How much money has she saved?"

"That should be enough for tuition, I haven't asked."

"Why didn't you ask her?" Song Qin suddenly became worried. "She spends money extravagantly. You should ask her how much money she has saved and save it for her. She doesn't know how to save money."

Fu Ci said calmly, "Mother, that's her money. I have no reason to save it for her."

Song Qin sighed and hit him lightly: "What do you mean her money? Isn't all her money our family's money?"

"When she was in elementary school, didn't you pay her tuition? I said I didn't pay her tuition, so how did she continue attending school?"

“I asked her teacher, and the teacher just said that someone put money on her desk. So it must be you who paid for it. You're her brother, what's wrong with you saving the money for her? You don't use her money anyway, and even if you did, it would be perfectly reasonable for you to do so. You've spent so much money on her.”

Fu Ci started having a headache again. If they continued this topic, they would start arguing again.

"Mom, let me help you pack your things."

"Keep this money for Fu Zhiyi. The cost of living is high in Linhai. I'll let you know if I run out of money. You need money for many things in your business now."

Song Qin's eyes immediately turned red.

Fu Ci was an obedient child from a young age. Even before he could walk steadily, he was already helping them fetch water and cook.

She initially thought one child was enough, but Lao Fu wanted several sons, which made her less attentive to Fu Ci.

Song Qin felt a little guilty: "Eldest son, I'm so sorry."

“Mother, that’s not true.” He stood up. “Come on, I’ll help you pack.”

Song Qin pressed him down and laughed, "These are just some clothes for me and your sister. Why are you helping us pack? Go back to your homework."

"Mom! The duck feathers have all been plucked!" Fu Zhiyi shouted.

"Here it comes, here it comes, I'll go cook it now." Song Qin stuffed the money back into her pocket.

She looked at Fu Ci earnestly: "You must tell your mother if you run out of money. Just go to Old Jiang's house and call your mother. Your mother has made a little money in her business now. Don't worry about the money; you deserve it."

Fu Ci nodded: "I know, Mother."

Fu Zhiyi had already chopped all the chili peppers and other side dishes, and was just waiting for Song Qin to cook.

Song Qin rushed to the kitchen: "Has the duck blood been served?"

"We've already fought them."

Fu Zhiyi was tending the fire, so sleepy that she could barely keep her eyelids open.

Song Qin patted her head: "Sleep in the car later, just stay awake for a few hours now."

Fu Zhiyi nodded obediently.

She's willing to endure any amount of time as long as she's with her mother.

During her time at home, she became even more determined to stay with her mother. She really didn't want to be in the same room as Lao Fu; the feeling was just too suffocating.

Song Qin was incredibly excited at the thought of returning to Linhai City soon.

She laughed and said, "Before school starts, Mom will buy you a few more outfits. I'll go to the department store and dress you up nicely. Whatever your classmates wear, you should buy the same clothes. We can't let them look down on you."

"It's alright, Mother, I don't care about any of this."

"That won't do. Young girls need to dress up nicely, otherwise people will think you're easy to bully."

"Thank you, mother."

"You should thank your mother. You've gone crazy from studying too much." Song Qin glanced helplessly at Fu Zhiyi.

Seeing Fu Zhiyi yawning as he tended the fire, Song Qin's heart softened instantly.

Having a daughter is better; they tend to be more considerate than boys.

This is something innate; daughters are much more attentive than sons and can better understand their sons' struggles.