70: The Soldier King's Supernatural Wife, Three Babies in One Child

Deputy regiment commander Song Ming, who was in charge of picking up Si Zhengyan, and the quartermaster Lao Pan were waiting at the station entrance.

The three of them had met before, and when they met again, they were happy but also full of doubts.

Si Zhengyan's abilities are well-known throughout the Southern Military Region.

He is just like the god of war in ancient books, a natural born general.

It is really incomprehensible that he would come here to be their gatekeeper.

Then, they all looked at Lu Chaoyan's belly worriedly.

Song Ming asked, "Situan, are you going to play for a few days, or are you going to stay here permanently?"

"Deputy Captain Song, you are just talking nonsense. Can she live here permanently like this?"

Chief Steward Pan was an old soldier in his fifties. He kept frowning as he looked at Lu Chaoyan's belly.

What was this head of the group thinking? Taking his pregnant wife to the island means he doesn't want the child anymore?

They didn't know that Si Zhengyan was temporarily assigned to their island.

Si Zhengyan had a lot of grievances to express, and since Lu Chaoyan insisted on going with him, he could only smile faintly.

"I will take good care of my wife."

Lu Chaoyan was looking at the two of them from the side. Song Ming looked to be about thirty years old, with bronze skin tanned by the sun, regular facial features and an upright posture.

Chief Steward Pan was also tall, with a square face full of wrinkles and sun spots, and the whites of his eyes were yellowed, also due to excessive sun exposure.

After hearing what Si Zhengyan said, he had no choice but to speak frankly.

"Taiwan Leader, this is not a question of whether you can take care of the baby or not. It's just that the island is not suitable for pregnant women."

Lu Chaoyan stepped forward and said with a smile: "Thank you for your kindness. I come from a farming family. I can endure any difficult environment."

"Alright, if you can't stand it anymore, let Si Tuan take you back."

Steward Pan and Song Ming took the package from Si Zhengyan and put it in their canvas-covered carriage.

Lu Chaoyan and Si Zhengyan sat in the second row of seats in the front. Song Ming was driving and Pan, the steward, was sitting in the passenger seat. He turned around and talked about the situation on the island again.

"There is not only a lack of fresh water on the island, but also a lack of firewood. You can't cook for yourself, so you can eat fish as much as you want. You can only eat meat at noon. I will try my best to get you one egg every day."

"Then do you have to come to land to buy food every day?" Lu Chaoyan asked.

Steward Pan was stunned for a moment, "Yes, come and buy once a day. If you want me to bring anything, prepare the money and let me know in advance."

"Oh," Lu Chaoyan nodded, "Can I come with you to the land?"

After hearing what she said, Pan's scalp went numb. "Okay, but you'd better not let your stomach move around."

"Ah."

Lu Chaoyan nodded obediently. The meat and eggs she stored in the space would last her for at least a hundred days. She could get more supplies a few times in the middle, so she wouldn't starve.

The topic was over and the carriage fell silent.

After about ten minutes, we arrived at the beach.

Lu Chaoyan followed them out of the car, and the three men moved the food, vegetables, meat and the two people's luggage in the back of the car onto a military transport ship docked at the pier.

There were more than thirty large wooden barrels with lids piled on top, which should be filled with fresh water.

I haven't seen the sea for a long time. Looking around, the waves are magnificent. Lu Chaoyan took a deep breath of the salty sea breeze.

Sure enough, the environment that is not polluted by high technology smells comfortable.

The three men who were moving things were surprised and puzzled to see her admiring the sea instead of being amazed as if she had never seen it before.

Especially Si Zhengyan, along the way, whether it was a train, a car, or a guesthouse, she did not feel any strangeness or rejection.

It was as if she had seen and used it before, and was so skilled at it that it was unbelievable to him.