In my previous life, I was sold by my stepmother to a forty-year-old bad gambler and starved to death in a pile of straw on a winter night.
Reborn in 1979, the stepmother still locked the grain vat, and the younger brother was still lying there gnawing at his old age.
Fortunately, I have an extra secret realm of spiritual springs in my hands, and an extra layer of herbal medicine in my mind.
Withholding rations? I went up the mountain to collect herbs in exchange for food stamps, and the tank was fuller than hers.
Force me to change my relationship? I revealed the fake bride price in public to see how she behaved.
The cold-faced battalion commander I met in the back mountain still had his bandage removed.
But I stuffed my red headband into my pocket.
Later I found out that he had saved up half a jar of brown sugar in order to marry me.
[Lingquan space + the best slap in the face + medical counterattack + long-lasting military marriage sweetness]
[There is no third party and no misunderstanding, the female protagonist is soft on the outside but ruthless on the inside, and the male protagonist is clumsy and doted on]
New author, the content is pretty good