The 1970s: Military Family Beauty

Jiang Furong worked overtime for seven days and seven nights in a row. She was so exhausted that she was short of breath. She was too lazy to attend the celebration party for completing the task. She asked her assistant to pack a lunch box for her, and then she spread a yoga mat under her desk and rushed to catch up on her sleep.

As soon as she closed her eyes, someone grabbed her ears and a voice yelled in her ear: "You stupid girl, you're still pretending to be sick!"

The high-decibel noise and tearing pain suddenly woke Jiang Furong up. She sat up, grabbed the wrist of the hand that was pulling her ear, and swung her other hand as fast as lightning, hitting the man in the face steadily and fiercely.

I only heard a cry of "ouch" and the man let go of his hand. He squatted down with his hands covering his face and shouted incoherently: "Jiang Dapeng, someone's dead!"

"......!" What the hell? Jiang Furong opened her eyes and saw a middle-aged woman holding her head and cursing loudly in the dim light.

Jiang Furong was stunned, not knowing whether she was dreaming or hallucinating.

Jiang Dapeng hurried over: "What happened? Hu Xiuqing, what's wrong with you?"

Hu Xiuqing raised her head, covered her face with one hand, pointed at Jiang Furong with the other, and cursed with a grin: "That damn girl punched me!"

Jiang Dapeng glanced at Jiang Furong and then went to grab Hu Xiuqing's arm. "Furong has a fever of 40 degrees Celsius. How can she have the energy to hit someone?"

Hu Xiuqing pulled her arm out with all her might, and kept shouting, "Why don't you trust me? Look, my face is all swollen. How am I going to go out later? Can I even go to work?"

Jiang Dapeng had no choice but to move closer to take a look: "Turn your face towards the light so I can see, ah, it's not swollen, not swollen at all, it's okay, it's okay."

Hu Xiuqing pushed Jiang Dapeng and said, "Go away! You're just saying it's okay. I'll go look in the mirror! It hurts like a piece of flesh has fallen off. How can it not be swollen?"

Jiang Dapeng's voice was filled with helplessness: "Go take the picture! Hey, whatever you say is what it is! Go take the picture!"

Hu Xiuqing snorted and walked away with heavy steps.

Jiang Dapeng sighed silently and shook his head. He then looked at Jiang Furong, who was sitting on the bed in a daze, and put the back of his hand against her forehead. "Furong, are you awake? Are you still feverish? Are you hungry? Do you want something to eat?"

Jiang Furong tried hard to hold on to her slightly trembling body, her heart beating like a drum.

In the short two minutes that Jiang Dapeng and Hu Xiuqing were talking, her mind was like a video playing at high speed, providing her with information about the unfamiliar environment and strangers.

The place where she is now is a dormitory of a military compound in the 1970s, which is the home of the middle-aged man Jiang Dapeng.

Jiang Dapeng is forty years old and is the deputy chief of the storage department. Hu Xiuqing is Jiang Dapeng's wife, who is forty-two years old and works in the family factory. Jiang Dapeng has two daughters and a son. The eldest daughter, Jiang Furong, is sixteen years old and has just graduated from high school. The second daughter is Jiang Zhaohui, who is thirteen years old and is in the second grade of junior high school. The youngest son is Jiang Guoqing, who is eight years old and is in the second grade of elementary school.

Three days ago, Jiang Furong jumped into a canal and pushed a little boy ashore. After returning home, she developed a high fever. The nurse gave her a fever-reducing injection but her condition did not improve. Instead, her fever rose to over 40 degrees Celsius, and her hands and feet were cramping, and she died.

At this moment, the soul of Jiang Furong, who died suddenly from overwork, came through and attached itself to this body.

Jiang Furong didn't want to believe what she saw and heard, and made a final struggle: "What, what's that sound? Who's talking? It's so noisy!"

With a click, Jiang Dapeng turned off the radio on the bedside table: "Your mother is listening to the agricultural technology class, I turned it off.

You go back to sleep. It's only five o'clock. I just made some dough. I'll wake you up to eat the egg noodles when they're ready."

"Okay, thank you, Dad!" Listening to her own soft voice, Jiang Furong leaned weakly on the pillow.

Jiang Dapeng was stunned for a moment: "Why are you still thanking me? You are so polite to Dad? Go to sleep quickly, I will call you when the meal is ready."

After saying that, Jiang Dapeng pulled the light cord, went out, and closed the door behind him.

Jiang Furong accepted the reality in the darkness while crying silently - she didn't want to cry but the tears flowed uncontrollably - after all, she was not familiar with this body.

The crisp and decisive female voice that she was proud of was gone, and Jiang Furong, the R&D team leader who could hold up even if the sky fell, was gone. Instead, there was Jiang Furong, a weak little flower who was pua by Hu Xiuqing. Apart from being well-behaved and obedient, she was also submissive. When something happened, she would only cry and think that she was unlucky.

The king bomb turned into a small flower.

Her adoptive mother, Hu Xiuqing, grew up in a rural area in the south. She left her hometown to join the army when she married Jiang Dapeng. She has extremely traditional ideas of favoring boys over girls in her bones and wholeheartedly favors her youngest son, Jiang Guoqing.

In life, Hu Xiuqing not only required her two daughters to give in to their younger brother in everything and take it as their responsibility to take good care of him, but she even threatened that if anyone bullied her younger brother outside, she would settle accounts with the two of them first.

The original Jiang Furong was honest and obedient. Although she was only sixteen or seventeen years old, she was like a little mother when taking care of her younger brother. She was careful and tolerant.

Jiang Chaohui is three years younger than Jiang Furong, but he is smart, perceptive and sweet-spoken. He often pushes the task of taking Jiang Guoqing out to play to Jiang Furong, which saves him trouble and effort and he doesn't have to worry about being scolded by his mother.

As for Jiang Guoqing, although he is only eight years old and doesn't use his brain to study, he is a good at playing both sides. Whenever he gets into trouble, he pushes it onto his elder sister. Whenever he gets into trouble, he pushes it onto his elder sister. When he encounters something that he cannot escape Jiang Dapeng's eyes, he throws a tantrum in front of Hu Xiuqing. Big or small troubles are left unresolved, and he can even get something good in the end.

Jiang Dapeng is a man who sees things clearly and is very good to his family. Unfortunately, he always backs down in the face of Hu Xiuqing's unreasonable and unreasonable attitude, causing the original Jiang Furong to suffer a lot of grievances in vain.

The female tough guy Jiang Furong can easily handle any problem and never lets worries stay in her heart overnight.

Before falling asleep, she reviewed her current living environment and found that the cards she was dealt were not too bad.

First of all, the original Jiang Furong had a very good level of education, and she had learned the textbook knowledge of junior high and high school very well.

In an age where knowledge is power, high school students are quite popular in the job market.

Her adoptive father, Jiang Dapeng, was a capable worker with a moderately high official position and a stable income, which could ensure that the family would have enough food and clothing.

Her adoptive mother, Hu Xiuqing, had a formal job at a factory run by family members. Whenever she encountered something unpleasant, she would go home and vent her anger on her two daughters. She even verbally abused and beat the original Jiang Furong for no reason. Big points deduction.

Her step-sister, Jiang Zhaohui, often shirked her chores, pushing the responsibility onto her, but she still had some sympathy, secretly slipping some steamed buns and pickles into the house when the original Jiang Furong was being beaten and starving. It was a draw, no compromise.

My stepbrother Jiang Guoqing is a pure, fake young master who was raised as a landlord's son. He's gone astray, but there's still a chance to straighten things out. Minor points deduction.

Given this environment and this family, if she manages well, she might be able to pull off a big hit!