The aloof military doctor arrives at the unit, and the tough guy can't sit still.

Lu Zhenghan never expected that the price of being saved would be having his body touched.

He watched as the woman beside him, her face streaked with tears, explored his chest with her small hands.

This tingling, itchy feeling was even more unbearable than the gunshot wound on my body.

Lu Zhenghan tried to stop her, but the woman was clearly still asleep!

She was even sobbing softly.

In my dream.

"Snapped!"

Xia Qiuran, who had just returned from her parents' home, was slapped to the ground by Zhao Feng.

"What a spendthrift! You bought two tubes of paracetamol for your mother! Do you think the Zhao family is a bank?"

Xia Qiuran staggered and held onto the table for a while before finally standing up, her eyes filled with despair and helplessness. "The doctor said my mother has something growing in her lungs and it can't be cured. The paracetamol only costs two yuan. I just wanted to ease her pain in her final days."

"Two dollars isn't money. That medicine is sold by the pill. Couldn't you just buy her two pills? Why do you have to spend two dollars when you could solve it for a dime?" Zhao Feng glared and said fiercely.

"But that medicine requires two pills at a time, and it only lasts for two or three hours at most. The ones I bought are only enough for my mom for three or four days."

"What does that have to do with me? You've never worked since you married me. I'm the one who earns all the money in the house. What right do you have to buy medicine for your mother? Go back and get that money back right now."

Zhao Feng shoved Xia Qiuran out the door, but she couldn't bring herself to ask for the two yuan, so she could only let Zhao Feng's fists fall on her body again and again.

...

"Mommy, Mommy."

As Xia Qiuran shouted, she increased the pressure on her fingers, leaving red marks on the man's well-defined pectoral muscles.

Looking at Xia Qiuran sleeping, Lu Zhenghan couldn't bear to wake her. However, Xia Qiuran's little hands seemed to be getting more and more disobedient, no longer satisfied with just touching her chest.

Downwards, downwards.

"Wake up."

"Wake up."

Lu Zhenghan had no choice but to push Xia Qiuran's shoulder to stop her unconscious behavior.

Upon waking up, Xia Qiuran quickly sat up and apologized profusely.

"Sorry, I fell asleep."

A few days ago, Xia Qiuran discovered that she had been reborn, before her engagement to Zhao Feng.

In her previous life, she married Zhao Feng as arranged by her family. Zhao Feng's three older sisters all lived nearby, and the whole family had to go back to their parents' house for meals every day. She served his family of more than a dozen people like a slave for the rest of her life. In the end, she couldn't even buy some cheap painkillers for her terminally ill mother.

Zhao Feng not only physically abused her, but also proposed splitting the bill equally. She didn't work and had no money, so she had to eat cornbread every day, while Zhao Feng could spend the family's money at will, buying a fishing rod worth three thousand yuan without hesitation and ordering sunglasses worth five thousand yuan online without batting an eye.

Zhao Feng would rather give the leftover meat dumplings to the family dog ​​than let Xia Qiuran eat a single one.

Xia Qiuran was nearly sixty years old at that time. No one wanted to hire her as a nanny, and she was too old to do physical labor. Not long after, she died in depression.

When I opened my eyes again, I found myself back in 1976.

In this life, she vowed never to be as pathetic as before; she would take control of her own destiny.

At this moment, the man in front of him sat up, supporting his wound. After a night of rest, he had regained a lot of strength. He turned his head and looked at Xia Qiuran, who had saved him.

The dark blue top was covered in patches, and the black cloth shoes had holes in the toes of both feet, clearly indicating that the shoes were not the right size and the toes had torn them apart.

Xia Qiuran pulled her foot back a little, and lowered her head as if she was a little embarrassed.

"Young comrade, don't be afraid. I am Lu Zhenghan from the 45th Regiment. I am very grateful to you for saving me yesterday." Seeing Xia Qiuran's embarrassment, Lu Zhenghan turned his head and said calmly, "Our unit is currently recruiting reservists. There is a subsidy of 20 yuan per month. If you are not afraid of hardship, you can give it a try."

"Really? I'm not afraid of hardship." Xia Qiuran's eyes lit up, and her voice unconsciously rose several decibels.

That's exactly what she was waiting for.

Lu Zhenghan, the commander of a regiment, was out on a mission when he discovered that the spies he had been trying to capture had tracked him down to this place. He never expected that the spies were actually a gang, and that each of them was armed. In the end, he was shot and wounded.

Xia Qiuran was collecting herbs when she happened to pass by and rescued him, taking him to a nearby cave to stop the bleeding and bandage his wounds. Unfortunately, it started raining heavily and they couldn't go home, so the two of them had to spend the night in the cave.

In her previous life, Lu Zhenghan also revealed this news after being rescued, but Xia Qiuran rejected him because she lacked her own opinions and was afraid of living alone.

In this lifetime, she absolutely could not let this opportunity slip by.

"But let me make it clear first, you're a reserve soldier. You don't have military status or official rank. You get a monthly allowance of 20 yuan, but you'll have to do the dirtiest and most tiring work in the army. Are you willing to do that?" Lu Zhenghan added.

"I do," Xia Qiuran replied firmly.

...

When she got home, Xia Qiuran told her family the news.

Upon hearing this, Xia Dazhi, the father who had only ever done hard labor all his life, squatted at the door with a worried expression, as usual, without saying a word.

Xia Pingsheng, the older brother, walked over with his cane. "Xiao Ran, the Zhao family is rich. I heard they can even provide an apartment in the city. After you marry him, you won't have to do all the rough work we do at home anymore, and you'll even be able to eat white steamed buns." Although he didn't want to pressure his sister, life at home was too hard, and he really couldn't bear to see her miss this chance to turn her life around.

"Your brother is right. Your father and I are getting old, and your brother's legs are like that. We can't find a better family than this. Do you think you can enjoy this kind of life if you become a reserve soldier?" Mother Qian Guifang sat next to Xia Qiuran and tried to persuade her that marrying Zhao Feng was the right thing to do.

"Mom, brother, the first time I went to Zhao Feng's house, Zhao Feng's mother made me cook and clean the kitchen. Zhao Feng also thought it was only natural. They didn't take me seriously at all. They just wanted to find an obedient housekeeper. Even if I married into the family, I wouldn't have a good life there," Xia Qiuran explained calmly.

Having known Zhao Feng's family for a lifetime, she knew them all too well.

"That's his family assessing your character. It won't be like this after you have children," Qian Guifang continued to persuade.

"Mom, wake up! If you don't take it seriously on the first visit, how can you expect to take it seriously in the future?"

"When I went to his house, we took out all the money we had saved up and bought them so many gifts. But Zhao Feng, whose family is the richest in our village, only brought two cans of food when he came to our house. He would never bring just that much when he goes to any colleague's house for a meal. This shows that in his heart I am only worth two cans of food, and our family is only worth two cans of food. How he treats me is how he will treat our family in the future."

"Besides, he has three older sisters, all of whom are difficult to get along with and would love to scheme against me to the bone. Do you think I would have a good life if I went there?"

Scenes from her previous life flashed before Xia Qiuran's eyes like a movie. Zhao Feng's family guarded against her more closely than they would against a thief. They insisted on calculating the cost of groceries down to the cent. Zhao Feng's mother would also follow her to the market from time to time to check for any kickbacks. Her three older sisters-in-law were even more shrewd, filling her days with activities such as cooking, washing clothes, and helping to take care of the children. If she showed any dissatisfaction, they would instigate Zhao Feng to beat or scold her.

The thought of such a life is enough. If there is really no other way, she would rather be an old maid for the rest of her life than jump into that fire pit again.

"But at least you'll have a full meal when you get there." Qian Guifang felt bad after hearing this, and she started wiping away tears as she spoke.

Their village was located in a remote area, where harvests were often poor and hunger was a common occurrence. Fortunately, Xia Qiuran's maternal grandfather was a famous traditional Chinese medicine doctor before the liberation, who taught her a lot of medical skills and the uses of herbs. By going up the mountain to collect herbs, she could exchange them for some money or food at the market.

"Mom, we..."

"Xia Qiuran, Xia Qiuran."

Just as Xia Qiuran was about to speak, a howl came from outside.