The Little Fortune-Teller of the Seventies: The Military District Has Been on a Roll Ever Since

[Period setting, adorable child, mysticism, famine flight, finding her father, doted-on heroine, punishing scumbags, no doormat heroine]

Three-and-a-half-year-old Shen Nuonuo was sold by her step-grandmother to a cripple as a child bride. Her only dowry was half a corn bun.

Grandma had told her that her father was a great hero guarding the northern frontier, and that the man in the most impressive uniform would be him.

Nuonuo snapped the door latch and slipped into a group of refugees heading south in the dead of night. Thus began her life as a divine fortune-teller.

At the point of her little finger, the group dug up a life-saving spring. When her little face turned pale, everyone avoided a bandit's hideout.

While everyone else took her for a lucky charm, she relied on a trace of “dragon aura” in her blood to knock on the gates of the foremost military district in the north.

“Uncle, my dad is the most important official here. He has dragon aura!”

Her words sent the entire military district into an uproar!

The top military men, who had been arguing fiercely over command, stared at the little girl with reddened eyes. This wasn't just a daughter, she was a walking medal of honor!

Later, the cold-faced division commander Lu Lin, known as the “Living Yama,” was left frozen after seeing the paternity test results. From then on, the battle-hardened soldier embarked on the clumsy road of raising a child.

Everyone noticed that the whole military district changed after Nuonuo arrived.

“Reporting, Commander! Nuonuo says there'll be heavy rain during today's exercise. She told the Third Regiment to bring raincoats!”

“Reporting, Commander! Nuonuo says that imported machine at the arms factory is broken. She says it'll work if we give it a smack!”

Lu Lin wore a worried frown every day. “My Nuonuo is so sweet and adorable. What if someone bullies her when she grows up?”

The enemy spies, terrified out of their wits by a single look from Nuonuo: “...” Sir, if you hesitate for even a second, you're insulting our professionalism!