A successful homebody in the twenty-first century and a happy foodie, she suddenly has the bad luck to transmigrate to the 1970s. There's not enough to eat or wear, and she has to put up with the hassles of her stepmother and stepsister. In a fit of anger, she reveals her stepmother's secret and wins herself a peaceful life. In this turbulent era, she inherits her sect's legacy, gains a loving family, and even gets a loyal military husband. Somehow, she's also forced to study medicine and becomes an outstanding military doctor. Ah! Her peaceful life is gone forever. She only wanted to be a successful homebody. Why is that so hard? (I haven't lived through that era, so please forgive me if anything is inaccurate!)
In the 1970s, everything was from the communes. How could you eat it and sell it in the market to be seen by others? ? ? Selling it secretly on the black market is more like it.
Can the embroidery be sold? Won't he be caught? And publicize it everywhere
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Update, update. No eunuch
The seventies? Nineties, right?
The heroine is too self-righteous! She said everything, and he wasn't afraid of people asking her how she knew it. Even though she said she had a chance, she shouldn't even know what didn't happen later.
I needed tickets at that time. I bought so many tickets. Do you have tickets?
This is called a mother, which is both holy and disgusting.
Mistress, aren't you afraid that others will find out?
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In the 1970s, everything was from the communes. How could you eat it and sell it in the market to be seen by others? ? ? Selling it secretly on the black market is more like it.
Can the embroidery be sold? Won't he be caught? And publicize it everywhere
Damn, don't give up on the article! Please update, like to read
Update, update. No eunuch
The seventies? Nineties, right?
The heroine is too self-righteous! She said everything, and he wasn't afraid of people asking her how she knew it. Even though she said she had a chance, she shouldn't even know what didn't happen later.
I needed tickets at that time. I bought so many tickets. Do you have tickets?
This is called a mother, which is both holy and disgusting.