Quick Transmigration Hoarding: My Selfishness Leads to a Killing Frenzy

Chapter 338 Military Wives in Historical Fiction 2

It is now 1973. The original owner has been married to Sun Jianmin for five years. Apart from occasionally coming back to visit relatives, Sun Jianmin has only returned a handful of times.

He made great achievements in the army, leaving the original owner at home to take care of his frail and sickly mother and three mischievous children. What a clever scheme!

He did save the original owner's life, but he also truly ruined her life.

He didn't want to get married; he could have chosen not to, but he didn't.

He doesn't love her, he can choose not to touch her, but the two had a son who is now three years old.

He has a new lover, and he could have divorced her sooner, but he said nothing, leaving the original owner to serve his entire family in the countryside while he enjoyed the bliss of having two wives.

It's estimated that Sun Jianmin and his second wife are already together and will probably get married soon.

However, his public statement was that he had already separated from the original owner of the body.

Haha, so you're divorced but still living together?

The original owner was divorced without knowing anything about it. To be honest, this man was a modern-day Chen Shimei (a notorious womanizer in Chinese folklore).

For the first five years, Sun Jianmin sent twenty yuan back to his mother every month.

You have to understand that in those days, a rural person might only earn a dozen or so yuan a year working in the fields, so twenty yuan a month was a lot.

But we still have to go to work. We can't use all our money to buy food. There are two adults and four children in the family. Twenty yuan seems like a lot, but it's not. We have to save some money for emergencies.

Sun's mother would give the original owner five yuan every month, saying that she could keep it for herself, but every time she asked the original owner to buy something, she would not give her money. She would only give her money when the original owner had spent it all.

In this way, she gained fame without losing money, and the original owner also thought she was reasonable.

But in reality, the most deadly thing is the slow, agonizing process.

After marrying Liu Piaopiao, Sun Jianmin sent even less money home, down to just ten yuan.

He raised four children for ten yuan, and he has no conscience at all. Even so, Sun's mother still gave two yuan to the original owner.

Look how generous this mother-in-law is! You can't find anything to criticize her for.

After recalling the plot, Qingmo went back to sleep.

What's with the "start" thing? Screw it, I'm on strike!

This wretched military wife, let whoever wants to be her be it, she hasn't enjoyed any happiness, only suffering.

What the hell, the company commander?

Oh, no, he's a deputy battalion commander now, what a piece of trash.

In any novel from any era, the male protagonist starts as a battalion commander, and after making a contribution, he becomes a regimental commander.

This guy climbed for over a decade before finally reaching the regimental level. He clearly has no real strength; he's just relying on wrinkles to accumulate experience.

That's it?

Qingmo was still half asleep when her mother's voice rang out from outside the door: "Ni'er, are you up yet? Time to go to work."

"Mom, I'm not going today, I'm not feeling well."

Hearing this from outside the door, Sun's mother felt a little uncomfortable. If she didn't go to work for a day, how many work points would she lose?

However, she has always been a good mother-in-law, so she naturally wouldn't say much at this moment. Her voice became even gentler: "Are you not feeling well? Then you should rest well. I'll have Da Wa ask the brigade leader for leave."

"Ni'er, you sleep well, it's okay. I'll cook, don't worry, it won't tire me out."

That's what she said, but Sun's mother listened to the noise outside the door for a long time. When she saw that Qingmo really hadn't gotten up, she reluctantly went to the kitchen.

The Sun family was considered well-off in the village, with several large houses. Although they weren't brick and tile houses, they were still quite impressive.

The two stepsons shared a kang (a heated brick bed), the granddaughter and her stepmother lived there, and the original owner slept with her youngest son. Compared to other families, it was quite spacious.

After the children got up, they were also told not to make any noise.

This shows that Sun's mother was truly a wonderful person, far better than any other wicked mother-in-law, which is why the original owner was willing to serve her for so many years.

When her youngest son woke up, Qingmo immediately took him out and handed him to her mother, then turned around and went back to her room to continue sleeping.

By the time she got up, it was already noon, and her mother had already prepared lunch for her.

Qingmo went to the kitchen, picked up the food, and started eating. Although it wasn't anything special, it didn't matter. You can't afford to be a ripped off when you eat.

After finishing her meal, she put down her bowl and chopsticks and prepared to go out for a stroll.

Sun's mother looked at her hesitantly, but swallowed her words, thinking that she would just have to work hard herself and let the girl do chores after she recovered.

Qingmo went back to her room and felt around again and again. Good heavens, she pulled out two yuan and fifty cents from her underwear. That was all her possessions.

She's really rich.

The original owner's family was also in the same village, but one was at the beginning of the village and the other at the end, a little distance apart, just a few steps away.

Whenever something happened, the original owner's older brother would come to help. The original owner's mother was shrewd and greedy, and often came to the original owner's house to freeload.

Sun's mother didn't know what to say, but the original owner didn't tolerate it either, and directly sent the old lady back. But the next time, the old lady came back happily, without holding a grudge at all.

Although the original owner's mother was greedy, she didn't have any bad intentions towards the original owner. Even though she didn't give her the fifty yuan dowry, she kept it and would give it to the original owner when she was in real trouble.

At this moment, Qingmo strolled back to her parents' home.

As soon as Grandma Yan saw her, her little eyes lit up, and she said, "Girl, you're back. Have you finished eating? If not, have some more."

"Okay!"

These words left Yan's mother speechless. She was just being polite, but how could this girl really be back to freeload?

"Alright, I'll ask your sister-in-law to fry some eggs for you. I really owe you something. You're married now, but you still come home to freeload."

To be honest, when Grandma Yan said she was going to fry an egg, she really only fried one; she would feel bad if she fried any more.

As soon as the dish was served, Qingmo picked up an egg with her chopsticks, took a bite and thought it was good, and prepared to use her hands for the second bite.

"Snapped."

Grandma Yan slapped her away.

"Eat, eat, all you do is eat, you little debt collector."

The old lady picked up the bowl and began dividing the eggs, giving a small portion to Qingmo and the rest to herself and her granddaughter.

As for the son and daughter-in-law, they're adults; a little less good food won't kill them.

She's different; she eats less and less, keeping the good stuff for herself.

Children and grandchildren have their own blessings; if she has no children or grandchildren, she will enjoy her blessings.