Jiang Xue traveled to the 1970s and became the unjust one who took the blame for his brother who faked his death and was sucked by the whole family. The eccentric adoptive mother not only forced her to hand over her place in the Workers', Peasants and Soldiers' University, but also wanted to force her to marry a domestically violent and lazy man with a child in exchange for a bride price. Jiang Xue sneered, made a big fuss in the commune, signed a divorce letter, emptied the family's cellar of savings at bargain prices, went to the bitter cold border defense, and married the cold-faced and hard-hearted battalion commander Huo Zhenting.
The vampire family sneered: "The wind blows away the stones in the border area, and within three months she will have to come back hungry and beg for food!"
Jiang Xue, who has hundreds of billions of material space in her hands, has turned the desolate and windy Gobi compound into a paradise - the braised pork is fragrant every day, the vegetable cellar is filled with fresh vegetables grown in the spiritual spring of the space, the braised pork workshop and the military cannery are prosperous, and even the cold-faced battalion commander who is arrogant and taciturn has been fed by her into a clinging and loyal dog, and she protects her every night.
On the other side, the mother's family who lost their blood bag suffered from a series of debts, their jobs were defrauded, and the whole family was so hungry that they could only chew tree bark. After learning that Jiang Xue had become the director of a first-class military factory, Dundun was fair-faced and fat, and her eccentric adoptive mother and her white-eyed wolf brother took the train all the way to cry for poverty and recognize their relatives, but they were stopped outside the compound door by a sentry with a loaded gun.
Jiang Xue held the steaming braised pork, leaned on the arms of the chief's husband, raised her eyebrows and sneered: "Back then, we broke off the engagement with a black and white letter and pressed our fingerprints. Now, smelling the smell of meat, I want to be a mother? Go ahead and dream, I won't feed the dogs my meat to the white-eyed wolves!"
