Traveling Through 60: the Military Wife Holds a Cool Script

When I opened my eyes, in 1960, the whole village was eating bark and grass roots. The original owner was starving to death. Here I am! Good news: Space is coming, Lingquan is farming, and the warehouse is full of supplies. With Lingquan space at your fingertips, you won't have to worry about eating and drinking. I exchanged my sorghum rice for a job at a scrapyard, hoping to live a stable life. Who knew that at the scrap yard... Someone has been staring at my technical achievements! This grandson has been rising through the ranks, relying solely on grabbing other people's achievements. He is also a spy who has been lurking for many years! They want to steal our technology, harm our talents, empty our treasures, and steal our ancient medical skills. Because her husband was on a mission, he lived overseas and worked undercover in society, eventually recovering cultural relics and antiques... Overnight, rumors spread that I was beaten by everyone and reviled by thousands of people. Everyone advised me: "Hurry up and draw a clear line with him, he will never come back." I clenched my fists: "There is no way he will defect." Later he came back and was promoted to division commander, and I became a nationally renowned expert, with a son and a daughter, and a lifelong love. Fate dealt a bad hand, and I played the king bomb.