The Comparison Group Has It Rough? She'll Thrive Anyway

1970s + comparison group + military marriage + everyday family life Jiang Qingci, heir to a family of traditional Chinese medicine practitioners, died. When she opened her eyes again, she had become an abused wife. Before she could recover, she saw the original owner’s seven-year-old daughter crying as she said she had agreed to become her father’s child bride to pay off his gambling debts and would never go to school again. She begged her mother not to die. The breath Jiang Qingci hadn’t yet let out caught in her throat. Not go to school? How dare you say that to me again! In the eyes of the outstanding young woman Jiang Qingci, going to school was a big deal. No money for school? No problem. Mom will earn it for you. I’m a traditional Chinese medicine doctor, and I’m from the modern era. I’ll make sure you get to go to school! Just as Jiang Qingci rolled up her sleeves and got to work, debt collectors showed up at her home and threatened her, demanding money and warning that she’d pay if she didn’t hand it over. With acupressure and acupuncture, she beat those debt collectors until they were crawling on the floor. Jiang Qingci hadn’t planned to marry again, but one man kept disrupting her plans, time and again. Fu Huaian had just returned from the army when he saw such an unusual woman for the first time. At a fleeting glance, he knew his heart had been captured. But reality poured cold water on him: the woman was married, and had a seven-year-old child. He was filled with regret. If only he were the one standing by her side. When he learned by chance that she had already divorced, Fu Huaian was instantly invigorated. He knocked on the political commissar’s door in the middle of the night, begging him to play matchmaker. “You know I’ve been married before, right?” “That’s wonderful,” Fu Huaian blurted out, unable to suppress his beaming smile. “Hm?” Jiang Qingci looked at him in surprise. “Ahem! I mean, that’s terrible.” There are plenty of hardships early on, and quite a few idiots to deal with,