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

No sooner had she left than Xiao Beichen angrily grabbed Political Commissar Ma: "Old Ma, I just can't talk to her properly anymore! What should I do? Please give me some advice... I really, really can't communicate with her. Please help me think of a solution!"

Political Commissar Ma helped his comrade, who was so angry he was almost frantic, to a chair: "If all else fails, go find the division commander. You... really can't argue with her!" They might not get to the point, and instead end up fighting—not the comrade hitting the other, but the comrade being hit by that person.

Xiao Beichen was so angry he almost fainted, and his mind was in complete chaos. When his comrade came up with this idea, he went upstairs to find someone without thinking. Political Commissar Ma was worried and followed him upstairs.

Zhou Chuan ran into Xiao Ran, who had come looking for him, halfway there: "What are you doing? Why aren't you washing your face or brushing your teeth? What are you running around for?"

Xiao Ran felt relieved when he saw her: "Auntie, where did you go? I couldn't find you anywhere."

“Auntie has gone out to do something,” Zhou Chuan said, taking his hand and walking back. “Why are you so clingy? You come out to look for me as soon as I can’t see you.”

Xiao Ran smiled with his lips pursed, without saying a word, and he felt at ease this way.

Seeing his expression, Zhou Chuan couldn't help but shake his head. What could he do? It was so worrying, so incredibly worrying!

"Hey girl, the cucumbers are really fresh today, want a couple? If you don't want cucumbers, how about tomatoes?" Li Dazui shouted as soon as he saw them from afar. When they got closer, he held out all the cucumbers and tomatoes in his hands for them to see. "Look how fresh they are, they were just picked."

"Hey lady, we haven't even finished the vegetables we bought yesterday, and you're selling them again today? Do you think I'm some kind of nouveau riche?" Zhou Chuan told Xiao Ran to wash her face and brush her teeth, while he pulled weeds in the vegetable garden, talking to Li Dazui as he did so.

“Your husband is back too, so don’t think about selling things for money anymore. Get some more food for Erba’s father to help him recover. I heard that there was an accident during the army’s anti-bandit operation, and many people were injured. You need to be more careful and not just focus on making money!”

"Girl, who told you that?" Li Dazui was very surprised. "I haven't heard that anyone was injured. We did *that* last night, and nothing happened... Are you sure you're not mistaken?"

Zhou Chuan was stunned for a moment. She was thinking about what Li Dazui meant by "that thing last night." After figuring it out, she felt it was unlikely: "People are like that, how could you still do that?" Commander Xiao is as thin as a telephone pole, how could Deputy Commander Ding be in any better condition? Since they are already like that, how could they still cause trouble?

Li Dazui looked embarrassed and regretted speaking too quickly: "I just missed a few meals, everything else... everything else is fine."

Zhou Chuan finished clearing the grass, checked it again, then went to the chicken coop and threw the tender grass he was holding inside. Only then did he walk to the fence: "No way? I heard it from Political Commissar Ma himself. He said they went into the mountains and something happened..."

Upon hearing that it was Political Commissar Ma who spoke, Li Dazui became uncertain: "Well...maybe. Anyway, my husband has just lost a little weight, but he's fine." After talking about her own family, she curiously inquired about the Xiao family, "What, was Regiment Commander Xiao injured?"

Zhou Chuan looked like he was recalling something: "Commissar Ma said he was slightly injured. I saw that he had lost a lot of weight, so it seemed like he was injured. But now that you've said it, I'm not sure anymore."

Li Dazui pondered for a moment: "I've been here for over a year, and my wife alone has participated in countless bandit suppression operations. Usually, bandits of this regimental level don't get hurt unless they run into Chiang Kai-shek's side. They have American guns, which are more powerful than ours, and we might get shot. But this time it's not Chiang Kai-shek's side, it's just bandits."

After Li Dazui finished speaking, he looked at Zhou Chuan, feeling that she had probably been deceived. "Besides, if Commander Xiao was injured, would my husband not tell me when he came back?" Commander Xiao was injured, and no one knew? That doesn't make sense.

This time it was Zhou Chuan's turn to ponder. It wasn't a normal injury; it was one of those kinds of injuries, like damage to his genitals. How could a grown man possibly talk about such an injury?

Seeing that Zhou Chuan didn't speak, Li Dazui nudged her with his elbow: "Hey sis, what are you thinking about?"

Zhou Chuan snapped out of his daze: "I reckon he wasn't seriously injured. He was probably just starving. You don't know, the day he came back, he ate half a pot of rice by himself... He can eat so much! My god, he ate the equivalent of three of us..."

Forget it, it involves a man's pride, so she'd better not tell Li Dazui.

Li Dazui was so excited he wanted to clap, but then he realized he had something in his hand and stopped himself: "Oh, stop talking, my husband is the same, he's like a starving ghost reincarnated..."

After chatting for a while, Zhou Chuan went back to his house, and before leaving, he "snatched" two persimmons from Li Dazui's hand: "I spent so much money at your house, so let's have some today."

Seeing that everyone had run far away, Li Dazui could only shout towards the Xiao family's direction, "Don't let me off the hook next time!"

Over here, Zhou Chuan was busy running around the Xiao family, having a great time. Over there, Xiao Beichen and Political Commissar Ma stood in front of Old Man Yang, looking cowardly and begging for help.

Political Commissar Ma couldn't stand seeing his comrade's pathetic state, so he spoke up for him, saying, "Commander, please help Bei Chen this once. He's no match for that woman!"

"How am I supposed to manage this? Me, an old man, interfering in someone else's housekeeper's affairs? If people find out, where will I put my face?"

Old Yang was furious. What kind of situation was this? He was a division commander who was so busy every day that he couldn't even take care of his own family, yet he had to help his subordinates with their trivial family matters every now and then!

Political Commissar Ma sighed. Letting their division commander handle this kind of thing, especially dealing with a female comrade, and even more importantly, a particularly formidable one... it's really quite difficult.

If he wasn't forced to, he wouldn't want to get involved. Every time he talked to that person, he would get so angry that he would be half-dead. They are men, that's true, but they also value their lives!

“Commander, I only have one son. Back then…” Xiao Beichen knew that his commander was in a difficult position, but if his commander didn’t help him, what would happen to his Xiao Ran?

Old Yang never expected that one day his old subordinate would bring up that matter on his own initiative. He paced back and forth in his office in agitation. Xiao Beichen and Political Commissar Ma did not dare to make a sound to disturb him, knowing that their division commander was trying to find a solution.

Old Yang finally stood in front of Xiao Beichen, his expression a mix of anger and disappointment: "I guess I'm just unlucky! He can't even handle his own little problems, and I have to rely on an old man like him. It's really shameful."

Xiao Beichen saluted his old leader, and Political Commissar Ma warmed up the mood: "We're afraid of her. We can't hit her, we can't scold her, and we can't argue with her. We have to ask the division commander to step in. Even if she doesn't give us face, she'll still give the division commander face."

Old Yang raised his eyebrows and said in a booming voice, "That's giving me face? She's giving me face because of money!"

Upon hearing the division commander's loud voice, Political Commissar Ma quickly waved his hand, signaling, "Division Commander, please keep your voice down. If Sister Tian hears you, you're finished!"

Old Yang immediately shut up, glared at Political Commissar Ma, and returned to his chair. He rummaged through his drawer, only to find a cigarette box empty. Furious, he threw the box away. His secret stash of money was gone, and he had no cigarettes left.

Seeing this, Political Commissar Ma quickly offered up his pack of cigarettes: "Bei Chen, remember to buy the division commander a few packs of cigarettes later." How many cigarettes can you buy with fifty yuan? The division commander really likes Bei Chen.

Xiao Beichen hesitated for a moment: "Commander, what about the fifty yuan? Should I give it back to you?"

Before he could finish speaking, Political Commissar Ma nudged him with his elbow: "What are you saying? Is the division commander that kind of person? He tells you to buy a few packs of cigarettes and you buy them. Why are you so stubborn!"

Old Yang snorted coldly: "Do you think I need your fifty yuan?"

Yes, there is definitely a shortage, but how could he possibly ask Xiao Beichen to pay back the money? The fact that his son was causing trouble and wanted to run away from home was because they hadn't taken good care of him in the rear. If he took the money, how could he lead troops in the future!

He knew what kind of person his subordinate was, so after hurling a few insults and seeing the man cowering in obediently, he dropped the subject. He lit a cigarette and puffed out smoke.

"If you want to get this done, you'll have to spend money. Spending a little money probably won't be enough. They've been badly hurt by us, so empty words won't work. How much money do you think you can afford?"

Political Commissar Ma swallowed hard: "Are you suggesting we pay her fifty yuan a month? Who can afford that?" My God, how much do they earn in a month? And they're going to pay the nanny fifty yuan a month? That's highway robbery!

Old Yang gave him a cold look: "This is none of your business, go away!"

After scolding Political Commissar Ma for causing trouble, the old man looked at Xiao Beichen again: "It doesn't necessarily have to be fifty yuan. I'm giving fifty yuan because of special circumstances. Besides, no one can afford to give fifty yuan a month. Just tell me the truth so I'll know what's going on."

Xiao Beichen thought for a moment and then bluntly stated, "Fifty it is, as long as she can take good care of the child..."

"Are you crazy!" Before he could finish speaking, Political Commissar Ma shoved him hard. "You think it's over at fifty? You still have to take care of people's food and drink, not just hers, but also the food and drink of the two kids. Do you know what they eat every day? Chicken every day!"

"How much does this cost? Have you even done the math? Fifty yuan? Fifty yuan my foot! And this is just for the three of them. Are you going to starve yourself? Are you going to send money back home? And Xiao Ran and the others will have so many expenses as they grow up. Besides... you, you're not going to get married in the future?"

After scolding Xiao Beichen, Political Commissar Ma discussed with Old Man Yang: "Commander, I think Beichen has gone mad. Why don't you take the trouble to arrange things for him?"

Xiao Beichen was scolded by his comrade-in-arms and realized that he had acted rashly: "Commander, why don't you do what you think is best?"

Old Yang pointed at Xiao Beichen with the finger holding his cigarette: "What can I say about you? You become completely confused when it comes to Xiao Ran, acting like a complete idiot. I already said it doesn't need to be fifty yuan, and you still said fifty yuan is fine!"

Xiao Beichen remained silent. If he had known so much would happen, he would have simply kept quiet when he first met the person, saving himself from this regret... If only he had known then what he knew.

Political Commissar Ma glanced at his silent comrade and asked again, "Then when are you going to see her, Division Commander? She already went to see Bei Chen early this morning. I finally managed to get two more days of grace, what do you think?"

Old Yang exhaled a smoke ring: "What's your hurry! Do you expect me to go and talk to someone right now? I need to think of an excuse first!"

The old man was annoyed at the thought of having to talk to that person again. That person wasn't one of his soldiers, so he had to carefully consider his words, as it was quite a hassle to figure out the right balance.

The old man only briefly recalled his previous encounters, and a fire inexplicably rose in his heart: "Get out, get out of here! You've never brought anything good here!"

Political Commissar Ma quickly pulled Xiao Beichen out of the office; if they didn't leave, their division commander would kick them out.

Seeing that Xiao Beichen still looked worried, he pushed him down the steps, saying, "Don't worry, with the teacher in charge, this matter will definitely be resolved."

Xiao Beichen frowned, not daring to be so optimistic!