Transmigrated into a child bride, she punishes scumbags, raises children, and marries a soldier.

Zhou Chuan spoke with a tough tone, but in her heart she sighed silently. Ideals are just ideals. How many of those who abandon their wives and children actually get their comeuppance? Aren't they living a good life? Besides using her words to make the few people in front of her feel a little bit of guilt towards her in a short period of time, she couldn't actually change anything.

She couldn't even guarantee how long this brief feeling of guilt would last—a day? A week? Or even a month? Perhaps behind this brief guilt lay more embarrassment at being exposed.

But, no matter which one it is, it will eventually be forgotten!

Humans are forgetful!

Just as they quickly forget the silent sacrifices they made behind the scenes, just as they quickly forget their comrades who fought side by side and ultimately died, vows and promises, blood and tears, will all be completely forgotten with the passage of time.

They will soon forget the brief embarrassment and possible guilt they felt after a woman exposed their facade...

After all, forgetting is the beginning of a new life!

She felt a little sorry for the original owner of the body; she probably couldn't help her get revenge. Given the circumstances, what could she do?

"She should leave. She's an oddball here, and no one will tolerate her. It's better to leave sooner rather than later." Zhou Chuan looked at the sky and then didn't bother to say anything more.

Xiao Beichen stood there, his whole body stiff. Even though he was standing under the sun, he felt a strange sensation. For over twenty years, he had never felt that he had done anything wrong. He firmly believed in his faith, he adhered to his moral bottom line, and he insisted on his code of conduct. Even if there were trade-offs involved, and it might hurt some people, even his own son, he had never regretted it, nor did he feel that he had done anything wrong.

Without a nation, how can there be a home?

Just now, he didn't really feel like he had done anything wrong. His intention was not to hurt her. What happened before was unintentional. The important thing is that her past was not caused by him, and he has no right to bear her resentment.

But now, he's not sure...

Commissar Ma's face was burning hot, and sweat was pouring down his forehead. He glanced at his comrade-in-arms beside him, who looked like a wooden stake, and immediately lost all interest in giving him a meaningful look.

After Zhou Chuan said those words, how could he dare to let her go?

Good heavens, if we let her go back, she'll complain along the way about how her unit mistreated her, and their image in the eyes of the people will be completely ruined, and the people's army's popular support will collapse completely.

People might not have believed it before, but things are different now. Aren't many people abandoning their wives and children, which has damaged the reputation of their troops?

Without a mass base, no one will support the front lines, and no one will be eager to join the army. Unless they never fight, but is that even possible? Imperialism has never given up its desire to destroy us, and Chiang Kai-shek's side is stirring up trouble. Who knows when we'll have to go back to the battlefield?

Of course, it's unlikely that their public support will completely collapse, but if things really escalate, they'll definitely be in big trouble.

Moreover, Comrade Zhou has made contributions to the army, and we can't let him go back to his hometown with hatred for the army. If he just lets him go like that, he probably won't be able to live with himself for the rest of his life.

He weighed the pros and cons in the blink of an eye. Seeing that his comrade-in-arms couldn't be relied upon, and with Comrade Zhou Chuan already taking two steps forward, Political Commissar Ma disregarded the traditional separation of men and women and grabbed Zhou Chuan:

"Comrade Zhou, I, Lao Ma, apologize to you. I admit that I was somewhat biased in handling this matter. I apologize to you, I sincerely apologize to you! I also sincerely ask you to give me a chance to correct my mistakes!" (She then tries to get more money from her own family; life isn't easy for a woman.)

"Sigh, I was blinded by victory too. To be honest, before, I thought that for those of us who crawled out of piles of corpses, just being alive was a bonus. Some people wanted to live a more comfortable life, and I really didn't see anything wrong with that... so..."

Political Commissar Ma was not without feelings. Before joining the army, he was also a farm boy and knew what life was like in the countryside. There were also child brides in his village, so he could fully imagine the mistreatment Zhou Chuan suffered.

However, war is too cruel. Those who have not participated cannot imagine its brutality. It is a stroke of luck that they survived the battlefield. Many people have become accustomed to life and death and have changed. Life is too short, and they want to enjoy life to the fullest. As his subordinate, comrade-in-arms, and superior who had fought alongside him all the way, how could he not understand? How could he not support him?

No matter how hard life is in the countryside, is it as hard as climbing snow-capped mountains and crossing grasslands? No matter how harsh the mother-in-law is, is it as dangerous as being in the midst of gunfire? They suffer, but at least their lives are not in danger.

They sailed through wind and rain, risking their lives, and finally reached the shore of victory. He felt that nothing else mattered.

The truth always hurts, but that's what he thought at the time.

Zhou Chuan struggled for a long time but couldn't break free, listening expressionlessly...

Political Commissar Ma sighed and said, "I was narrow-minded, Comrade Zhou. We have forgotten our roots. We should not have forgotten. We have forgotten. I am sorry for this, and I am also sorry for the villagers in your village who helped us."

Looking back now, I realize they were a bit selfish. The country was in turmoil, and the men weren't having a good life, but were the women any better off? Everyone had their struggles. Even if they wanted a fresh start in the end, they had to at least make sure things were settled at home and not leave their wives back home without support.

"But, apart from that, our unit isn't actually that bad. We abide by the law, we don't break any laws or regulations, we're actually quite good." Political Commissar Ma winked at Xiao Zhong behind him, and seeing that winking didn't work, he turned around and called out, "Yes, Xiao Beichen?" Today, Xiao Beichen had to apologize himself.

Xiao Beichen kept his head down and didn't see his comrade's expression. He only looked up when he heard Political Commissar Ma call his name, but he still didn't say anything or apologize.

He was lost in his own thoughts, as if he were re-examining himself...

Sister Tian glared fiercely at Xiao Beichen, then forcefully pulled away from Political Commissar Ma's hand and dragged Zhou Chuan aside: "Now you're saying all this nice things, but where were you before? I scolded you back then, saying you couldn't do that, you couldn't do that, but nobody listened. Everyone was so easily swayed by young girls..."

She had been listening the whole time and agreed with some of what Political Commissar Ma said. Having traveled all over the country, she knew why some people had become what they were today.

Therefore, she did not completely agree. What he said only represented a part of the people, and there were others who were simply inflated by victory and became arrogant.

Political Commissar Ma was pulled aside by Sister Tian, ​​and he grumbled pitifully, "Sister, what are you saying to me? I haven't changed my wife."

Sister Tian turned her head and glared at him, and Political Commissar Ma immediately wilted.

Zhou Chuan didn't feel anything about what Political Commissar Ma said; it was just a difference in perspective.

She looked up at the sun and realized it was really late. She hadn't eaten since morning and was feeling dizzy from standing in the blazing sun.

She impatiently pushed Sister Tian aside: "Sister, are you two playing good cop and bad cop? Is this fun? If you want to play, go play by yourselves, but don't delay my journey, okay?"

"I can't compare to you guys who have power and influence now, getting chauffeured around just to buy rice. I'm a country bumpkin; I travel on foot the whole time." With that, she turned and left without caring about their expressions.

Political Commissar Ma glanced at Xiao Beichen and sighed. This guy got caught red-handed this morning for driving his jeep to buy rice.

When Xiao Beichen heard Zhou Chuan say those words about him, his facial muscles twitched. He clenched his fists, trying to muster all his strength to open his mouth and explain, but he could only move his lips twice before he couldn't utter a sound.

Sister Tian noticed Political Commissar Ma's movements. She glanced at Xiao Beichen and hurriedly chased after Zhou Chuan, saying, "Comrade Zhou, Comrade Zhou, don't rush off. If you just leave like this, wouldn't it be too easy for that heartless man?"

She grabbed Zhou Chuan's arm again: "Listen to your older sister, stay a couple more days, and I'll help you get more money before you leave. You're a woman going back to your hometown to live, so it's never a bad thing to have more money on hand."

Aside from asking for more money, there's nothing she can do to help. In this world, there are too many cases like Comrade Zhou's; even the Commander-in-Chief can't change it.

This time, Zhou Chuan didn't say anything harsh: "Forget it, I already have some money. Asking for more won't help. My health is ruined. Even if I had that much money, I'd still need to be alive to spend it, right? Forget it, I won't argue anymore. My life has been miserable. Dying early and being reborn into a better family in the next life is better than anything else!"

It's not that she doesn't like money, it's just that these days having too much money is of little use. You have money but nowhere to spend it. You can't wear nice clothes, you have to sneak around to eat something good, and even if you buy a big house, it might get confiscated someday. Even if money has a strong ability to retain its value these days and won't depreciate by the end of the movement, she doesn't need to do that.

First, she has 700 yuan on her, which is more than enough for her needs. Second, if she asks for more money, the 500 yuan she asked for earlier will definitely become public knowledge, which won't do her any good. Third, if she wants to make money, there are plenty of other ways to do so, so why make a scene here?