When Su Nian came over, he was being pushed into the sedan chair. The stepmother received a hundred yuan as a bride price and wanted to marry her to a widower from the next village who had lost two of his wives. She lifted her hijab and ran away, running into the arms of a man in military uniform. The man asked with a stern face what was going on, but the stepmother smiled and said she was my daughter, and she was getting angry when she got married. Su Nian hugged the man's arm and cried out of breath: Brother, they are going to sell me to human traffickers. Huo Zheng looked down at the trembling girl in his arms, then at the guilty matchmaker next to him, and took him home. Later, Su Nian found out that this man was the battalion commander of the army and had a five-year-old sister-in-law at home. The stepmother laughed at her in the village for marrying a poor soldier and waited to see her cry. Su Nian rolled up his sleeves and looked at the spiritual spring well in the space and smiled. Cry? Believe it or not, she can make Huo Zheng the leader.
