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

The car became more and more secluded as it drove, and even reached a small road that only one car could pass. If it weren't for Yan Ziyuan sitting next to her, she would have doubted whether the car was going to be trafficked.

"Don't be afraid, I'm not trying to sell you, I'm just taking a shortcut."

Seeing her doubts, Yan Ziyuan explained to her in time.

"I'm not afraid, but I'm just thinking about what to do if there's a car coming from the opposite direction. Should we retreat, or should we let the other party retreat?"

There was a height difference on both sides of the path. Although they were riding in a military vehicle, it was really a bit hanging when trying to drive up after the tires fell off.

"Haha, Comrade Xiao Song, I have driven this road hundreds of times, and I have never encountered such a situation as an oncoming car."

Although it is a small probability event, if it happens, it may be more time-consuming than taking the main road, but she did not say this, otherwise it would seem a bit serious.

After passing the small road, the car returned to the flat road.

Not long after driving, we stopped in front of a large iron gate.

Through the glass at the front of the car, Song Fuyu looked at the situation in front of him and saw two soldiers with guns standing guard at the door.

Seeing the car stop, one of the soldiers stepped off the guard platform and saluted them.

"The lesbian behind you, please get out of the car and register."

"Comrade Xiao Song, this is your first time entering and you need to register your detailed information. Grandpa should have informed them so you don't have to go to such trouble next time."

Yan Ziyi turned to explain to her.

"It's okay, I understand. Just wait a moment, I'll get off the car and register."

After getting off the car, Song Fuyu stood at the door of the guard box, took the registration book handed over by the other party, and quickly wrote his own information on it.

Returning to the car again, the iron door was opened and the car parked in front of a two-story brick-red building without any obstruction.

In the small yard in front of the house, there were about a dozen little ones standing, big and small, like a kindergarten.

"Xiaoyu, we're here."

"Hold on."

Song Fuyu did not get out of the car in a hurry, but straightened her hair and collar. To meet so many people at once, you have to adjust to the best condition.

It wasn't until his hair felt that it wasn't sticking up that he got out of the car with Yan Ziyuan.

"Grandpa, grandpa, great-grandpa, great-grandma, are back. My uncle and the others are back."

"..."

Song Fuyu was relatively calm before getting off the car, but when he heard the little boy's shout, he was immediately speechless and ashamed.

There is no need to exaggerate to such an extent. Those who don’t know better think that the God of Wealth has descended to earth.

"Whose child is this in your family? He's so cute and chubby, and he's very confident when he talks."

Before Yan Ziyuan opened his mouth, Yan Ziyi from behind also heard her whispered question and quickly replied: "He is my brat."

"I told him many times to speak softer, but he couldn't change it."

"Are you a child? If you have too much fun, you will inevitably lose control."

It wasn't until he followed Yan Ziyuan into the house that Song Fuyu really felt deeply about their large family.

What you hear in your ears is far less real than what you see with your own eyes.

At this time, there is no extra space on the sofa in the living room, even on the armrests on the side. The chairs next to the sofa and the empty seats were also filled with people.

There is no breakdown, but a conservative estimate is that this living room, which is about [-] to less than [-] square meters, should hold up to thirty people in total, both large and small.

This reminded her of the scene when the company's top executives met, and the number of people might be about the same.

The one thing these people have in common at this moment is that their eyes are all focused on her. Fortunately, she, Song Fuyu, is also someone who has seen the world, and is relatively calm, without any feeling of embarrassment.

..........

"Come on, come in and sit down."

Qin Yun fell in love with Song Fuyu as soon as she saw him. This appearance and temperament are nothing like what ordinary people can cultivate. No wonder her 23-year-old son, who has not found a partner, suddenly becomes attracted to her.

She stood up and went over, happily holding Song Fuyu's hand and leading her to the sofa.

"Chengzhou, take your brothers and sisters to play upstairs."

Once the children left, there were more than a dozen people missing, and the living room suddenly became much emptier.

Song Fuyu has maintained a standard polite smile on his face since he entered the door.

Except for the two old people sitting in the main seat, who could clearly know that they were Yan Ziyuan's grandparents, the other people of the same age group all looked somewhat similar.

I have to say that their family's genes are really good. No matter in terms of height or appearance, there is no big fault.

"Grandpa, grandma, parents, this is my partner, Song Fuyu."

Yan Ziyuan did not hesitate at all and sat down directly next to Song Fuyu. Then Song Fuyu quickly introduced everyone in the room.

Only Grandpa Yan, Grandma Yan, and his own parents introduced a few words, and everyone else was briefly introduced.

"Can I call you Xiaoyu like Ziyuan?"

Qin Yun sat next to her and said to her with a smile.

"Aunt, of course, you can call me whatever you want."

"Are you coming from Heng City? Are you tired after taking such a long train all the way here? Do you want to go to the room to rest first?"

"Auntie, you don't have to go to such trouble. Ziyuan bought a berth and rested along the way. I didn't feel too tired."

"By the way, Mom, Xiaoyu bought you some things."

Yan Ziyuan stood up, took the gift in a net bag, and placed it on the small coffee table.

"Xiao Yu, you are too polite. We are already very happy that you can come to our house. There is no need to buy anything."

"It's nothing valuable, just a little bit of my heart."

How could Qin Yun not know that what she said was polite? She didn't know what the other things were for the time being, so it was inconvenient to open them on the spot. But just for the bottle of special wine inside, it would cost seven or eight yuan, not counting the drink tickets.

"I'm afraid it's not the money Ziyuan spent, right?"

As soon as Song Fuyu finished speaking, Yan Ziyuan's eldest sister Yan Zilan added secretly.

Before coming here, Yan Ziyuan had also vaccinated her, saying that the most difficult thing to get along with in their family was his eldest sister, who was good-looking and had the temper of a young lady, and often talked nonsense and offended people.

Before he got married, it was normal for his parents to discipline him. But after getting married, she was spoiled by her parents-in-law and became more and more arrogant and outrageous.

When I saw it today, it really lived up to its reputation.

But Song Fuyu was not the kind of person who would immediately get angry and rush to fight with her after someone casually stabbed her.

She just smiled faintly, then looked up at Yan Zilan and said calmly: "Sister, you misunderstood. Although I did not buy these things with my own money, they definitely did not come from Ziyuan's pocket."

"My dad bought these for me before I left."

"Grandpa Yan, Grandma Yan, and my uncle and aunt are all people who have seen the world. If I came to the door with deception for the first time, I think they should be able to see it easily, don't you think so?"

"Your dad isn't..."

"Yan Zilan!"

Yan Changsheng put the tea cup in his hand on the coffee table. He glanced at the eldest daughter behind him with a serious expression and told her to shut up immediately.

"Xin Zhi, take your wife upstairs."

"Understood, Dad."

When Xin Zhi's name was called, he heard his father-in-law's order and wanted to pull Yan Zilan toward the stairs, but she waved her hand away.

"Don't hold me back, I'll go on my own!"