Marrying Leng Libing Wang and having four children, traveling back to the 70s

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"Hey, Xiao Lu, what are you doing?"

As soon as Deputy Commander Qiao Zhihong and Orderly Soldier Shen Xiaoqi went out, they saw Deputy Commander Lu Chenting, the living devil, coming out of his own yard and walking towards them, and asked in surprise.

"This is my leave note, Shen Xiaoqi, please pass it up for me."

With thick eyebrows, a straight nose, thin lips, and a taut jaw, the fierce Lu Chenting handed the leave note to his orderly, Shen Xiaoqi.

"Snapped."

"Yes."

Shen Xiaoqi stood straight, gave a standard military salute, and replied.

Well, Deputy Regiment Commander Lu Chenting sent a note for today's leave to Regiment Commander Song Lin of his regiment. Military regulations cannot be broken.

"middle."

"Then we're going back to the team."

After Qiao Zhihong finished speaking, he and Comrade Shen Xiaoqi quickly got into the car, stepped on the accelerator, and the jeep sped towards the troops.

At the same time, Deputy Head of the Living Devil, Lu Chenting, returned to his room at lightning speed and began his daily routine as a "cook." He went to the kitchen and quickly started washing the pot. Well, the Cold-faced Living Devil was about to cook porridge.

Before putting the porridge into the pot, he simply fried an egg, and then began to wash the rice with clumsy movements. After a while, the firewood in the earthen stove was lit and the porridge began to cook.

Deputy Captain Lu Chenting, the straight man who used to be around the stove, was now as gentle and considerate as if he could squeeze water out of her.

Well, the living devil is very considerate of his delicate wife. He knew that the wound on the corner of his wife Su Nianxi's mouth had not healed yet, so he specially cooked porridge, thinking that she would have something to drink when she woke up.

Tsk, the master who built the stove was really awesome. He built a small water jar into the stove. The small water jar is about 40 centimeters high. When cooking, add water to the small water jar. When the rice is cooked, the water in the small water jar is also hot. It kills two birds with one stone and is very convenient.

Look, the small water jar filled with hot water is acting as a heat preservation stove, and the eggs that the Living King of Hell just fried are now placed at the mouth of the water jar to keep them warm.

Cooking in the kitchen went smoothly.

However, Lu Chenting, the living devil, was very conflicted at the moment. He sat under the earthen stove, adding firewood to cook porridge while frowning and staring at the dancing flames in the stove, as if thinking about something.

Lu Chenting: "Would you like to live in the same room with your wife and sleep on the same kang?"

The little man said: "Sleeping, sleeping, she is my wife, of course I have to sleep on the same kang with her."

Lu Zhenting: "Wife, you must still be angry about what happened yesterday. At this critical moment, if I sleep on the same kang with her without her consent, will it be..."

The second villain: "Yes, yes, your wife will kick you off the kang. You've already made her angry, don't take any risks!"

The villain said: "My wife is angry, and we still sleep in separate rooms. That will only make us feel colder and colder. We should sleep in separate rooms and on separate kangs. We should comfort my wife. It's not easy to be a military wife."

Villain 2: "My wife will kick me off the bed!"

The villain said: "My wife is angry and needs to be coaxed. I need to sleep on the same kang with her to coax her!"

Lu Chenting, who was as cold and indifferent as an iceberg, was a living devil. At this moment, it seemed as if two villains were pulling a tug of war in his heart, engaging in a fierce battle between heaven and man.

"Snapped--"

A piece of firewood about fifty centimeters long and two to three centimeters thick, like a fragile life, "died" in the hands of the living devil Lu Chenting in an instant. With a "snap" sound, it was broken into two sections, like two defeated soldiers, obediently entering the stove to complete their mission and emit light and heat.

"sleep together."

Lu Chenting, the cold-hearted and feared living devil, made this decision with great difficulty after careful consideration.

The contours of his face were as sharp as if they were cut by a knife or an axe, and every line exuded a sharp and cold aura, as if it could cut through the air. The domineering Lu Chenting had an extremely overbearing personality.

In his mind, since Su Nianxi had become his legal wife with a marriage certificate, they should live in the same room and sleep on the same kang.

He believed that if his wife was upset, he would patiently try to appease her, but he would never allow them to sleep in separate rooms or on separate kangs. You know, back in the army, those big, strong comrades would often argue about this, but they would never allow their wives to live in separate rooms! This was an iron rule!

Thinking of this, Lu Chenting, the agile and quick-moving living devil, quickly threw a few thick firewood into the stove, and then strode towards another room.

What is he going to do?

Tsk tsk tsk, it turns out that this foxy deputy commander Lu Chenting was cunningly planning to stuff the single bedding and other items he used for sleeping that he brought back from the army into his newly purchased wardrobe at lightning speed.

Moreover, he had deliberately chosen to put it in the cabinet at the innermost corner of the kang. In this way, if he didn't have his own quilt, he would have a reason to find his wife to sleep in the same bed with him!

Without those troublesome beddings, he can sleep in the same bed with his wife; but the living devil will not remember how delicate and beautiful his wife is.

The Living King of Hell closed the door tightly and completed this "deed" in the blink of an eye. He did not forget to raise the corners of his mouth proudly, and even raised his left hand with satisfaction and touched his high nose bridge.

With a "creak," Lu Chenting walked out of this annoying and troublesome room, heading towards the room where Su Nianxi was with a clear goal.

……

Troops, Office of Political Commissar Jiang.

“Knock, knock, knock—”

Deputy Commander Qiao Zhihong of the Second Regiment, dressed in a neat military uniform, with thick eyebrows and kind eyes, standing as tall as a pine tree, knocked on the door of Political Commissar Jiang's office.

"Enter."

Political Commissar Jiang replied in a resounding voice.

"Shh."

"Snapped."

"Tell my captain that you are looking for me."

After a standard military salute, Qiao Zhihong reported.

Well, as soon as Qiao Zhihong arrived at the army and returned to his regiment, Captain Pei Song of his Second Regiment told him to find time to visit the political commissar's office after he returned to the team.

"Hey! You're back."

"Come on, Deputy Captain Qiao, sit down."

Political Commissar Jiang said to Deputy Regiment Commander Qiao with a smile.

The honest Qiao Zhihong sat down without any pretense.

"Deputy Commander Qiao, Deputy Commander Lu, and his wife, have all returned to the army, right?"

Political Commissar Jiang Daye poured a cup of water, handed it to Deputy Regiment Commander Qiao Zhihong, and asked with concern.

"Yes, Political Commissar, they are all in the family compound now."