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

How can that be true?

Where in the whole of Beijing can you find such a family? Absolutely only Su Nianxi, who traveled from the 21st century, could come up with this excuse to keep this pair of poor orphans.

Quan Yilin and Quan Yilong, brother and sister, are already so old, how could they not understand this truth? In fact, the gratitude in their hearts is surging.

What made the brother and sister even more grateful was that Su Nianxi actually gave them living expenses and even asked Uncle Gangzi to use his connections to get them into school.

Quan Yilin and Quan Yilong, brother and sister, were so moved and grateful that they couldn't repay her. They kept calling her "sister" in a very affectionate way.

Well, they, the siblings, treat Su Nianxi as their own sister. Now, they are looking after Su Nianxi's two courtyard houses in Beijing.

***

At about eleven o'clock in the morning, Su Nianxi suddenly returned to his home in the military family compound.

"Uh--"

"I'm going to learn how to cook on a clay stove now!!!"

Su Nianxi did it right away. He rolled up his sleeves, leaned over the earthen stove, and started tinkering.

"Cough, cough, cough, cough..."

"Cough cough cough..."

"What the hell is this—"

"Cough cough..."

"Ahhh-"

"I, I've tried so hard, why won't you guys wake up???"

"Forehead--"

"Oh, I'm almost done with this box of matches again."

"..."

Su Nianxi admired herself immensely. She rolled her eyes and muttered sadly.

Su Keai tried her best to light the firewood in the stove.

However, nearly forty minutes passed.

Inside the stove, the firewood is still bling bling firewood; outside the stove, she, Su Nianxi, has changed beyond recognition and is no longer "Su Nianxi".

Su Baozi's face can be described in three words: "black as hell".

Wow, Su Nianxi, who used to have picturesque eyebrows and skin as white as cream, has now become a black ball.

At this moment, the blackness on her face was definitely darker than the coal in a coal pit and even darker than that of African blacks.

If Su Nianxi's face is the second darkest in the world, then no one can say it is the darkest.

Wow, under the stove, it was even more exciting. There were matchsticks scattered all over the floor.

Really are--

Su Nianxi's face was indescribable, and the scratched matchsticks on the ground were horrible to look at.

There were originally two full boxes of matches, but now there are probably only a few left.

"One, two, three... ten, twelve."

"Uh--"

"There are still twelve!!!"

"Come on! Keep going!"

"Oli Ge, Su Nianxi, you can do it——"

"..."

Su Baozi stretched out her beautiful swan neck, frowned, and carefully counted the remaining "death warriors" in the square matchbox. She encouraged herself who refused to admit defeat and said.

Fu, who asked this treasure to be counted?

Next, Su Nianxi, this darling, struck a "death match". His heart skipped a beat, and he frowned, then struck another match desperately.

Her fragile little heart...

Can’t bear it, can’t bear it——

That emotion is called high.

She felt like a rubber band stretched to its limit. As the matchsticks were struck one by one, her body seemed to be stretched. In the end, she was as stiff as a sculpture, as if the rubber band would break immediately if she dared to strike another match.

Su Nianxi felt terrible about this feeling.

One minute later.

"Hey, the last three???"

"Su-Nian-Xi-"

"You stupid jerk! You stupid pig!"

On a snowy day, Su Nianxi, who was sweating from "struggle" beside the earthen stove, tilted his head and counted "one, two, three" foolishly.

It was too much to bear to watch. With only three matches left, Su Nianxi, a young man from the 21st century before traveling back in time, couldn't help but swear.

Wow, in the huge matchbox, there were originally two full boxes, but now there are only three skinny matches left. It’s really hard for Su Keai——

Shen Xiaoqi: "Sister-in-law Xi——"

Gu Yiyan: "Sister Cao, why are you here too?"

Xi Xiuchai: "Hey, Captain Gu, Comrade Xiaoqi, are you guys here at Deputy Commander Lu's house too?"

Shen Xiaoqi: "Yes, Sister-in-law Xi, didn't Deputy Regiment Commander Lu go on a mission last night? My sister-in-law just arrived at the family compound yesterday to accompany the troops. Deputy Regiment Commander Lu asked Captain Gu and me to come over and see if my sister-in-law needs any help."

Xi Xiu Chai: "Hey! What a coincidence, I am the same——"

Just as Xi Xiucha, the women's director of the family compound, was about to push open the gate of the front yard of Deputy Regiment Commander Lu Chenting's house, she was stopped by Battalion Commander Gu Yiyan of the First Battalion of the Second Regiment and Lu Chenting's orderly Shen Xiaoqi, who had rushed over. They exchanged greetings.

……

Gu Yiyan: "Knock——"

Shen Xiaoqi: “Hey——”

Xi Xiuchai: "This door is not locked."

Gu Yiyan: "Squeak——"

Gu Yiyan had just knocked lightly on the iron-clad door of the living devil Lu Chenting's house, and the door opened smoothly into a narrow gap as if it were cast by magic; Comrade Shen Xiaoqi was astonished and pouted; sister-in-law Xi Xiucha was also surprised.

"Ahhh-"

"I quit, I quit—"

"Uuuuuu——"

"There is only one 'single seedling' left."

"This stove is not a stove at all—"

"And this damn matchstick is even more bullying—"

"This firewood is even less valuable."

"Uuuuuu——"

"Chenchen, come back soon——"

"..."

Uh, Su Nianxi struck out two more matches, and now there is only one left. She looked at the last remaining match in her right hand.

Weighing 120 kilograms and with a rebellious nature of 119 kilograms, the extremely stubborn warrior - Su Nianxi finally couldn't hold it anymore.

Anyway, she was alone at home, so she didn't care about anything or her image, and burst into tears with a fierce look, and she even cursed at him while crying.

Uh, it's just thunder without rain——

Xi Xiuchai: “!!!”

Shen Xiaoqi: “…”

Gu Yiyan: “!!!”

Shen Xiaoqi: "I quit—"

Xi Xiu Chai: "The last 'single seedling'!"

Shen Xiaoqi: "The stove is not a stove——"

Gu Yiyan: "You stupid matchstick, you're even more of a bully!"

Xi Xiu Chai: "Firewood is even less of a thing—"

Gu Yiyan, Shen Xiaoqi, and Xi Xiucha pushed open the door before stepping into the house. The three of them were still at the door of the house, about to call for someone, looking for Su Nianxi.