Military Marriage in the 1980s: My Husband, the War God, Spoils Me as I Stockpile Supplies

Jiang Xia, an apocalypse powerhouse, opened her eyes to find herself back in the 1980s.

From the start, they were trying to sell her off as a fool's bride?

She threw a punch and knocked the human trafficker flat!

Her awful relatives wanted to steal her family's land?

Jiang Xia hefted a hoe. “Come on, I'll loosen the soil for you. I promise you'll be buried nice and deep.”

In this era of scarcity, everyone was gaunt and sallow.

But Jiang Xia could pull juicy canned beef, sweet chocolate, and even gold and diamonds from before the apocalypse out of her billions' worth of supplies stored in her pocket dimension.

With the scrawny little kid she'd taken in by her side, she ate and lived well, her skin growing rosy and fair.

The whole village went wild. Had that Jiang girl struck gold somewhere?

Only the elite soldier staying in the village seemed to grow more and more suspicious of her.

He saw her carry a pig with one hand. He saw her win the village kids' devotion with a single energy bar.

The elite soldier fell into deep thought. This woman was incredibly strong, her origins were unknown, and she had plenty of supplies... Could she be an enemy spy?

Then one day, he saw her beat several thugs until they were wailing for their mothers. She dusted off her hands and told the kid in her care:

“Remember, if you can solve it with your fists, don't waste your breath on them.”

The elite soldier's heart jolted, then he smiled.

An enemy spy? No, she was clearly a wild wife waiting to be claimed!

Later, he cornered her against a wall, his gaze deep and intent. “Come with me. You can manage my allowances, benefits, house, and all my supplies.”

Jiang Xia raised an eyebrow. “You too?”

His Adam's apple bobbed. “Yes, me too.”