Chapter 1: Traveling to 1978

In 1978, in the family compound of the Sijiucheng Military Region.

In the cold winter, several women in navy blue cotton jackets stretched their necks to look at the staircase on the third floor.

"Why is Captain Wen's newly married young wife upstairs so quiet today? Is there anything wrong with her?"

"What can happen? The doctor said it's just a cut on her head. She will be fine after a few days of rest. Do you want her to come down and make trouble?" "Forget

it. It's a pity that Captain Wen has a bright future, but he married a woman like Shen Sangyu. She got hurt on the head a few days ago. Who knows what this young wife will do when Captain Wen comes back!"

At this time, Shen Sangyu, the object of the women's discussion, was standing in the corridor with an expressionless face, worrying about the honeycomb coal that would not light up.

Shen Sangyu could never have thought that she would die suddenly at her job after she had just finished developing a new aerospace fighter last night and suddenly felt a sharp pain in her chest.

When he opened his eyes again, he became the new daughter-in-law Shen Sangyu.

Shen Sangyu spent a day sorting out the original owner's memory.

The original owner Shen Sangyu's mother died early, and her father died of cancer three months ago. Before his death, he entrusted his daughter to his subordinate Wen Qingchuan, but the original owner looked down on Wen Qingchuan. Wen Qingchuan was eight years older than her and came from a rural mountain area. There were three brothers and sisters in the family, and the family depended on him for financial support. Even the betrothal money for the marriage was scraped together by this man.

The original owner was arrogant and looked down on the other party. The most important thing was that the original owner had a white moonlight in his heart. Before getting married, he even thought about eloping with the white moonlight, but why did the elopement fail in the end? Shen Sangyu searched the original owner's memory, as if there was a gap, and couldn't remember anything.

As for how the original owner died, Shen Sangyu touched the big cut on her forehead and sighed deeply.

The original owner was very willing to die because she had a powerful father!

Three days ago, the original owner suddenly had an argument with Zhou Xinghua from the art troupe. When she was excited, she reached out and pushed Zhou Xinghua. As a result, Zhou Xinghua did not fall down, but she fell down the stairs with a big cut on her head. Last night, the wound became inflamed and she had a high fever and fainted. When she woke up again, the body inside had become Shen Sangyu, a genius military researcher in the 21st century.

But Shen Sangyu felt that she was about to die. She

was almost starved to death!

After she came through, she lay in bed for a day, feeling dizzy and hungry, but the room was cold and deserted. It was already evening and Wen Qingchuan still hadn't come back.

Shen Sangyu got up from the bed with a heavy head and light feet. After searching the cabinet for a long time, she only found a bowl of rice.

But even so, Shen Sangyu smacked her lips, as if she had smelled the fragrance of rice, and her saliva flowed out of her mouth unconsciously.

She was so hungry!

In her memory, the original owner was a pampered person. Before her father died, she would wait for her father to come back and cook for her every day, or she would take the money and go to a restaurant. Not to mention doing housework, she had never even entered the kitchen.

Before she traveled through time, she was admitted to university at the age of thirteen, graduated at the age of fifteen, and was ordered to enter a special base to conduct research after graduation. Her food, clothing, housing and transportation were all arranged by the state. She had even less life experience than the original owner. She fought wits and courage with the beehive coal stove for most of the day. Finally, half an hour later, a puff of white smoke finally came out of the stove.

However, before she could be happy, the newly generated sparks became weaker and weaker. When it was about to go out, Shen Sangyu suddenly saw a lot of branches in the corridor, and she picked them up and put them all in the stove.

Not long after, the beehive coal did not burn, but there seemed to be more white smoke.

Shen Sangyu's face, which was blackened by the smoke, flashed a trace of confusion, blinked her eyes, and was at a loss.

On the other side, Wen Qingchuan and Shen Xu finally came back exhausted.

Wen Qingchuan was running so fast that Shen Xu couldn't keep up. He couldn't help but complain, "You are worried about your sister-in-law. Don't worry. Before you left, didn't you ask Sister Lin to take care of her? She will be fine." "

Whose house is on fire!"

Suddenly, a scream came from the family building not far away. Wen Qingchuan and Shen Xu looked up at the same time.

"Tuan, Tuanzhang, that seems to be your house..."

Before he finished speaking, Wen Qingchuan had already walked upstairs at a rapid pace.

The family yard he was assigned to was the first room at the corner of the third floor. At this moment, thick smoke was billowing out of the third floor, and all the family members went downstairs.

Wen Qingchuan didn't see Shen Sangyu, and his heart tightened, and his steps became faster and faster.

However, when he ran home worriedly, he saw a weak and helpless figure squatting beside the stove, frantically throwing in the dead branches that had been wet a few days ago.

Wen Qingchuan's forehead was exposed with veins, and he asked in a calm tone: "Shen Sangyu, what are you doing?"

Shen Sangyu turned around subconsciously when she heard the voice. Under the white smoke, the man had an upright figure, wearing a green stand-up collar military uniform, with wide eyebrows and eyes, and the corners of his mouth were tightly pursed into a straight line, seeming a little unhappy.

This is her current husband, Wen Qingchuan.

Shen Sangyu didn't care about Wen Qingchuan's expression, and her dark little face suddenly broke into a smile, and her deer-like eyes were ecstatic.

Shen Sangyu stood up quickly, but because of severe hypoglycemia, she felt dizzy and was about to fall to the ground, but Wen Qingchuan quickly hugged her.

"Wen, Wen Qingchuan, you are finally back. If you hadn't come back, I would have starved to death."

Shen Sangyu was not sad about dying suddenly at work. She also accepted it well when she traveled to an era where food, clothing, housing and transportation all required tickets and letters of introduction. But she was still traveling, but she was the only one who was going to starve to death within 24 hours after traveling? The more Shen Sangyu

thought about it, the more wronged she felt, and tears fell.

"I want to cook porridge, but the stove is only smoking and not igniting. What's going on?"

Wen Qingchuan lowered his eyes and looked at the wet wood that was still emitting green smoke. He didn't explain, but said: "The injury on your head hasn't healed yet. Go in and rest first. I'll cook."

Shen Sangyu nodded like a chicken pecking at rice, and hurried back to lie on the bed. After a while, he smelled the fragrance of rice.

"It's time to eat."

Shen Sangyu fell on the bed half asleep and half awake. When she heard the sound, Wen Qingchuan had already brought a bowl of millet porridge and salted vegetables that he didn't know where to bring into the room.

Shen Sangyu heard the sound, opened her eyes instantly, and rushed to the dining table at almost the fastest speed in her life.

Wen Qingchuan also sat down, but he sat a little far away from Shen Sangyu.

Shen Sangyu took a mouthful of porridge and her stomach immediately felt warm. She touched her stomach and instantly felt like she was alive again. When she was about to thank Wen Qingchuan, she found that Wen Qingchuan was far away from her.

At this moment, Shen Sangyu's mind suddenly flooded with memories. The original owner looked down on Wen Qingchuan. Not only did she dislike the sweaty smell of Wen Qingchuan after training every day, but she also forbade Wen Qingchuan to eat with her.

Shen Sangyu, who was originally planning to ask Wen Qingchuan why he sat so far away, stopped talking instantly. She could only lower her head and sip the rice porridge in silence. There

was not much rice at home, and the porridge was not thick. Shen Sangyu didn't know whether it was because Wen Qingchuan's cooking skills were good or she was hungry for too long. She always felt that this was the most delicious bowl of porridge she had ever eaten.

Wen Qingchuan, who was standing by, had been observing Shen Sangyu silently. When Shen Sangyu had finished her bowl of porridge, Wen Qingchuan suddenly asked, "I'm sorry. I had an emergency mission last night and left without saying hello to you."

"Ah? It's okay." Shen Sangyu answered subconsciously.

But thinking of the original owner's elaborate personality, Shen Sangyu subconsciously glanced at Wen Qingchuan.

Sure enough, Wen Qingchuan's expression was much more serious than usual. Shen Sangyu's heart skipped a beat. Then, an idea came to her mind and she slammed the bowl in her hand onto the table with a bang: "What are you looking at? What does your emergency mission have to do with me? Do you want me to care about my husband like a military wife in the family compound? Don't even think about it!"

The next second, Wen Qingchuan retracted his gaze.

Just when Shen Sangyu was feeling nervous, Wen Qingchuan suddenly said, "I'm sorry for last night, but I met Sister Lin on the road and gave her twenty yuan to ask her to help take care of you. She didn't come?"

Although it was a question, Wen Qingchuan's tone was quite affirmative.

Shen Sangyu recalled the original owner's memory. From yesterday to now, no one except herself came to visit.

When she came here before, she complained that Wen Qingchuan didn't care about her. Now it seems that he had to go on a mission temporarily and didn't have time to tell her, but he asked someone to take care of her temporarily.

But where is he now?

Shen Sangyu was about to speak when there was a hurried knock on the door.