I Was Three Years Old and Was Favored by the Military Regiment When I Was Riding a Tiger Cub to Escape Famine.

In 1973, there was a severe drought. Three-and-a-half-year-old Shen Nuonuo was thrown into the deep mountains and old forests by the Shen family, who favored sons over daughters. There was no food, no water, and all around were hungry and red-eyed beasts. Someone else's three-year-old baby is still crying for sweets, but she is already chewing tree bark and digging for wild vegetables. Extremely hungry? Touched a nest of wild eggs! Feeling thirsty? Find a mountain spring! Met a wolf? Just pick up the rocks and do it! The most outrageous thing is that she also picked up a little tiger cub whose mother was killed by a hunter! From then on, a three-and-a-half-year-old little milk baby rode a tiger cub all the way over the mountains and ridges. Until—she rode a tiger cub and swaggered through the gate of the most mysterious Iron-Blooded Military District in the entire army. The sentry was confused. The company commander was confused. The entire military region was stunned. Lu Zhanyuan, the head of the Jagged Military Region, walked over with a dark face. Just as he was about to speak, he was stared at by a pair of big black grape-like eyes. "Uncle, Nuo Nuo, I'm hungry..."