Travel through the 70s, marry the king of soldiers, and become the richest man with space

"Director Chen, could you please lend me two comrades from the security department? I want to go back to the Tongzi Building and take out my things."

"I'm afraid that if I go back alone, my personal safety will not be guaranteed."

She didn't plan to go back to sleep in that shabby kitchen tonight, and she was also worried that Song Hao and the others would kill her with a knife while she was asleep.

She didn't want to throw away her life just for these two rotten people.

Now that she has traveled through time and has a chance to be reborn, she has to live her life well no matter what.

"There's no need to look for them. I'll accompany you back to get your things myself."

Song Fuyu looked at Chen Guoxing slightly. She felt that Chen Guoxing's attitude towards her was a bit inexplicable... she felt that the word indulgence should be used.

Not only did he allow her to use his identity to contact the newspaper, he also cooperated with her series of operations to suppress Song Hao and the others, and the degree of cooperation was extremely high.

It’s really hard not to think too much about this kind of unconditional indulgence.

The age difference between the original owner and him is about 30 to [-] years. It seems to be rare, so it is impossible to have anything to do with the original owner.

Could it be the original owner’s mother? Shouldn't it?

Director Chen is at least in his 40s. With a successful career at this age, he should have already gotten married and had children. If he misses other people's wives, then...

It's really unfair to his wife. If this is the case, she won't be able to accept it.

Forget it, it doesn't matter so much, she will be going to the countryside soon anyway, and she should never be seen again.

Several people took the car back to Tongzilou.

The only things the original owner had were the tattered clothes in the woven bag under the bed, and she didn't even bother to take them.

While Chen Guoxing was explaining things to the driver Xiao Chen outside the house, Song Fuyu searched the entire house, but couldn't find anything remotely valuable.

She simply put the few precious clothes that they were most reluctant to wear, as well as Liu Qiaoyu's new thick quilt, into the space quickly.

They took out a pair of scissors and cut into pieces the clothes they had worn for a long time.

When the time comes, open the closet and give them a surprise.

Although Song Hao and Liu Qiaoyu both have jobs, they actually don't have much money left every month.

Even if there was extra money, most of it would be spent on Song Zichi, or else Liu Qiaoyu would send him back to his parents' home.

The most valuable things in this family were probably the watch on Song Hao's hand and the bicycle he rode away.

The reason why she wanted to go back to Tongzilou was because there was an amulet sewn by her own mother under the pillow of the original owner, and she had to take it.

It can be regarded as the last nostalgia for the original owner and her biological mother.

The reason why she has held this amulet in her hand for more than ten years without being snatched away or thrown away is mainly because it is too worn and unsightly. Even Song Xiuxiu, who likes to steal the original owner's things, looks disgusted. .

Song Fuyu came to the kitchen and quickly found the amulet from under the pillow. She put it in her pocket and actually put it into the space.

Of course, before leaving the kitchen, she didn't let go of the pots and pans inside.

Although she didn't want it, she couldn't just leave it to them. She should collect it in the space and find an opportunity to dispose of it. She didn't want to use it again.

Chen Guoxing, who followed, saw Song Fuyu's previous living environment with his own eyes for the first time.

Looking at the already cramped kitchen, he actually built something with bricks and wooden boards in the corner that couldn't even be called a bed in his eyes.

His family was poor before, but he had never lived in such a bad environment.

He clenched his fists to hold back the anger in his heart.

Song Hao was really not a human being, and he actually let Yuan Xi's daughter sleep in a place like this, in her own house.

No wonder Fuyu wanted to get rid of the house even if he had no place to live in the future, saying that he never wanted to return to this place in his life.

If it were him, he would definitely not come back.

Song Fuyu thought for a moment and picked up the woven bag under the bed.

The original owner had nothing, and it would be weird if he didn't take it. Even if it was tatters, it would still be wearable clothes in the eyes of others.

"Have you finished taking them all?"

Chen Guoxing asked confusedly when he saw that she was only carrying a small woven bag.

"It's done, I don't have anything else."

When they were going out, they met Song Zichi who was coming back from school.

"You lose money, you want to go wherever you want with your things, why don't you hurry up and cook, I'm hungry."

"Be careful and wait until my mother comes back and let her whip you with a belt."

Song Fuyu looked at the rude little brat in front of him and slapped him in the face.

Song Fuyu used a lot of force in this slap, causing Song Zi's face to swell up quickly after a while.

He wanted to fight back, but was stopped by driver Xiao Chen.

As an adult, Xiao Chen is tall and has no pressure to restrain a brat who is more than ten years old and whose hair has not yet fully grown.

Moreover, this little boy started to curse and curse as soon as he saw Song Fuyu, and he couldn't stand it if he didn't speak human words.

"Song Fuyu, I want to tell my parents that you hit me!"

"Ah! I want them to beat you to death!"

Song Zichi screamed loudly.

"I'm no longer your sister. If you keep talking nonsense to me, I'll swell the other side of your face."

Even though the original owner looked weak and weak in the past, it might be because she had been doing various jobs since she was a child. Although she was thin, she was not weak at all.

A bit like a strange little lolita.

In addition, when Song Fuyu was in modern times, although her parents loved her very much, they were afraid that she would be bullied outside, so they enrolled her in a Sanda class when she was six years old.

When she was ten years old, they directly found her a very famous Sanda coach in China. She studied with the coach for several years and did not stop learning until she went to study abroad at the age of 16. However, she also developed the habit of practicing every day. The habit of sandbagging.

Not to mention dealing with a kid like Song Zichi, even an adult man who has not been trained is not afraid at all.

When Song Fuyu had already picked up her things and was about to leave, Song Haocai came back with Liu Qiaoyu on his bicycle.

She didn't say hello to them and went downstairs to leave.

When she went downstairs, she simply ignored Liu Qiaoyu. After seeing her precious son's face being beaten and swollen, she yelled and cursed crazily downstairs.

She would never come back to this house again.

.........

"Fuyu, why don't you stay at your aunt's house for the next few days before you go to the countryside? Otherwise, you are a little girl with no money and no place to go."

"Thank you Aunt Cuiping for your kindness. I won't stay at your house. I'm afraid they will find your house later and cause trouble."

Aunt Cuiping's house also has two bedrooms and one living room. It is smaller than theirs and does not have a utility room.

She has a son and a daughter, and the place where she lives is not well-off.

Seeing Song Fuyu's refusal, Li Cuiping couldn't force it. After all, with Song Hao's moral character, it was indeed possible for their family to have trouble after the factory director left.

She went home and took five ten-dollar bills and stuffed them into Song Fuyu's pocket.

"Auntie, I don't have much other abilities. You should keep these 50 yuan carefully. When you go to the countryside, you have to have some money at the bottom of the box to buy some things for yourself and buy some delicious food."

Song Fuyu covered her pocket and watched Li Cuiping uneasily explaining all kinds of things to her. She, who had not been touched in many years, was choked up.

50 yuan doesn't really buy much in modern times.

But in this era, in 1973, when the average worker's salary was only 35 yuan, even if two people in his family worked in the factory, they still had to save for several months.

After all, the couple's salary is required to feed and drink their family of four every month, as well as support each other's parents.

With tears in her eyes, Song Fuyu remembered this sentiment.