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

Walking from the town to the yard, Tong Youyou had already returned long ago.

Song Fuyu clearly noticed something different about her from her expression and movements.

"Comrade Youyou, don't you have anything to share with me?"

"No...no."

"Really not?"

Song Fuyu approached her and stared at her face.

This girl grinned almost to her temples and still refused to admit it.

"Okay, stop looking, your face is almost visible."

In fact, Song Fuyu already knew what she wanted to say just by looking at her expression. Everything was clearly displayed on her face and he couldn't hide it.

"Are you dating an educated youth from Jin Dynasty?"

"The relationship hasn't been officially confirmed yet. He just mentioned it to me, but I want to ask my parents before making a decision. If I dare to act first, my brother will definitely come over and beat Jin educated youth unconscious."

"So I plan to wait for the autumn harvest to end, and I will go back to Heng City with the Jin educated youth to introduce him to my family."

"What if your parents don't agree? What will you do?"

"I think my parents would agree."

"They are all very reasonable people. They have respected my decisions in the past and will not interfere too much."

"If they really disagree after meeting me, then I probably won't be with Jin Educated Youth."

Song Fuyu glanced at her unexpectedly.

"After all, my parents are much older than me. They have met a lot of people and have a better ability to distinguish right from wrong than I do. If they really disagree, they must have discovered the problem between me and the Jin educated youth."

"As long as they can convince me, I will accept it."

Song Fuyu felt that these two people were quite entertaining.

But she had already learned about the situation in her family from Tong Youyou.

She was very favored at home, especially by her father and brother, who loved her in every possible way, so they silently lit a candle for Jin Kai in their hearts.

It should be okay for his mother-in-law, but the combination of his father-in-law and brother-in-law should give him some headaches.

..........

During the autumn harvest, everyone is busy and lamenting. Except for Song Fuyu, everyone else became darker and lost a lot of weight.

"Sister Fuyu, why do I feel that not only have you not turned black, but you seem to be a little whiter?"

"Fate is so unfair. It turns out that Nuwa created humans with species bias."

"It's not as exaggerated as you said. I just pack it tighter when I work every day."

"It didn't turn white. You should have turned black."

Worried about getting tanned while working, she ignored the hot weather every day and covered herself from head to toe, with basically only her eyes exposed.

"I also wrapped it very tightly, but it still doesn't feel like it's of any use."

"You don't pack it tightly. When you were resting, I saw you take off your hat."

"That's what you said."

"Wrapping it can prevent it from getting dark, but it's so hot that it becomes unbearable after a long time."

"The autumn harvest will be over in a few days. Have you and the Jin educated youth agreed on when to go to Heng City?"

"He said that he would buy a ticket after the autumn harvest is over, and buy it for the nearest date. The farm work will not be heavy after that, and the captain should be able to agree."

Alas, the latecomers have caught up, and I don’t know what Yan Ziyuan’s current mission is.

I haven't received a letter from him for several months. If he says he doesn't want to, it must be a lie.

But what I hope most in my heart is that he can return safely and not get hurt.

Yan Ziyuan on the other side was lurking secretly at this time. After a week or two of deployment, they finally got a little closer to the enemy.

This time the people they faced were more cunning and had stronger anti-investigation capabilities than before. Not only that, there are so many people, and most of them have a homemade weapon.

All kinds of things are mixed together, making the task extremely difficult.

He kept changing his gestures to issue instructions to his subordinates hiding nearby.

Success or failure depends on tonight. If the enemy is successfully captured, he can return to the army. If the mission fails tonight, their location will inevitably be exposed. If they want to arrest people again, the difficulty and risk factor will increase sharply.

The order he gave himself was that he could only succeed tonight and not fail.

I haven't seen Xiaoyu for several months, and my thoughts are already flooding in my heart. But he restrained his thoughts every time and did not allow himself to be distracted.

His position did not allow him to make any mistakes, otherwise he would be injured at worst or die at worst.

A group of people lay in the jungle all day long. Except for necessary gestures, they could only wait for the opportunity quietly.

At 07:30 in the evening, it finally got dark.

Yan Ziyuan quietly retreated to Mao Fei's side.

"Da Mao, move on time at ten o'clock in the evening, you will take command."

"Me? Boss, what about you?"

"I went around from behind."

"Boss, it's too dangerous for you to be alone."

Damao heard what Yan Ziyuan said and knew what he was thinking.

A group of them attacked from the front at night, and the success rate could only reach [-] to [-]%. But the boss went around from behind, giving the enemy the feeling of attacking in the east and attacking in the west. Not only can it distract their attention, but it can also increase their task success rate.

"Why don't you bring two people over? They can also cooperate with you to cover."

"No, it's better to be more flexible alone."

Yan Ziyuan gave Mao Fei some instructions for the mission, and quickly retreated, taking a detour from a distance.

At around nine o'clock, Yan Ziyuan had arrived at the place where he was going to lurk, lying on the ground, quietly observing the situation not far away, looking at the watch from time to time, waiting for the arrival of ten o'clock at night.

At [-]:[-] pm, Yan Ziyuan began his operation.

He approached the enemy's hiding place little by little, and pointed the gun in his hand at one of the guards.

He didn't rush to press the trigger of the gun. It wasn't the time yet. He had to wait for Mao Fei's side to start attacking.