Military Marriage: After I Transmigrated into a Book, I Pulled Out a Forty-Meter Blade

She transmigrated, transmigrated into a book, and landed in the harsh 1970s. Her mother was dead, and her father had remarried, becoming a stepfather in all but name. He lived the high life in the cadre district with his new wife and her children, while she was a pitiful nobody, an unwanted cannon-fodder girl from the era. Her grandparents and a whole bunch of awful relatives either bullied her or tried to starve her. Not one of them was any good. Once Yang Xuejun realized what she was up against, she erupted: “Where’s my knife? Where’s my forty-meter blade?!”