"Captain Gu, the whole grain is too big for my throat and I can't swallow it." Shen Man leaned against the earthen wall of the military compound, his snow-white calves dangling slightly. The enamel jar in the man's hand fell on the table, his eyes swept over the side of her white neck, and he pinched her slender waist with his big hands: "Do you think the food tastes bad? Be obedient at night, and I will give you food stamps in exchange for Fuqiang powder tomorrow."
Shen Man, the eldest daughter of a capitalist in Shanghai, was of a bad background. In order to protect herself, she emptied her parents' money, took ten boxes full of small yellow croakers, and took the green leather train for three days and nights to go to the island to join the army. The family members at the residence were all waiting to see this frail and seductive joke, and they were sure that she would not be able to live in this earthen house for more than three days. Unexpectedly, instead of running away in tears, she wore a verdant bragi, painted a pechoin, decorated the simple mud house into a bungalow, and trained the wild officer who was notoriously bad-tempered to be honest. The sisters-in-law in the courtyard are extremely jealous. What about the promised capitalists suffering? Why can I smell the smell of braised pork coming out of her house every day?
