Quick Transmigration: Su Cha's Life in That Era

Feng Hongjun has been sneezing a lot these past few days.

"Hey Lao Feng, are you feeling cold?"

You need to be careful. People like us who don't catch a cold for a year, once we do, it's a severe cold.

Political Commissar Zhu Shiguang looked at his regimental commander with the concern of a mother.

As he spoke, he poured Feng Hongjun a glass of boiled water.

Feng Hongjun rubbed his nose.

"No, that's not it. I started sneezing a while ago, but it's been happening more often lately. I figured someone must be thinking about me."

And it's not something you can easily covet.

I stood up, walked to the sink stand, and washed my hands.

Zhu Shiguang glanced at the doorway and pointed at Feng Hongjun with his finger.

"You have such a mouth! The Master did not speak of strange phenomena, physical prowess, disorder, or spirits."

Feng Hongjun chuckled, took the handkerchief handed to him by the guard, wiped his hands, and glanced at the guard.

Without saying a word, the guard went over, picked up the basin, and quickly went out the door. He stopped at the doorway, glanced left and right, and then went to change the water in the basin.

Feng Hongjun folded his handkerchief neatly and placed it on the table. He picked up the large tea mug, felt the temperature of the hot water in his hand, and pondered his opponents.

It must be something important that they've been pondering for so long.

It might be targeting the entire Feng family.

I take a sip of hot water, thinking about the few people who have been making big moves lately. I tap my fingers lightly on the teacup, mentally counting whoever comes up.

Whether there are any dates or not, let's stir things up a bit first.

Zhu Shiguang looked at his partner's expression, shook his head, and silently mourned for the unknown person.

Once he made his decision, Feng Hongjun stopped thinking about it.

Since I had nothing to do at the moment, I decided to pick up the military newspaper and read it.

When I read an article written by a family member of a martyr, I couldn't help but sigh.

"This Comrade Xinghuo is very clever."

Zhu Shiguang smiled.

"It's smart. Only people like us think this way. This article will make military families feel more at ease, not to mention many soldiers who see it."

The opening conflict, with just a few strokes of the pen, immediately draws the reader in, gripping their heart.

A few dialogues vividly portrayed her helplessness, the leaders' concern, and their sense of responsibility in protecting her.

Commissar Qian's thoughtfulness and his wife's enthusiasm were expressed subtly and imperceptibly.

The entire article tells only one story, and in the end, it only talks about herself.

With renewed confidence and courage, she will face the future with her child, facing the five-starred red flag, striving to be a useful person to the people, society, and the country.

The writing is simple; it says nothing, yet it says everything.

What do military families want? What are the soldiers worried about? What reassures the people?

"I've answered them all."

Zhu Shiguang flicked the newspaper.

"You didn't know, did you? This article wasn't just published in the military newspaper."

Feng Hongjun raised an eyebrow.

"Yeah?"

Zhu Shiguang nodded.

"Before this article was published, we political commissars were called to a meeting. Old Qian was so arrogant, he practically looked up at the sky when he walked."

Feng Hongjun put down the newspaper.

"Although it's just an article, it's very useful."

Zhu Shiguang sighed.

"This is the power of words, which makes concrete the reason why Mr. Lu Xun abandoned medicine for literature."

No matter how much we do, we only know the details of those directly involved. This article, however, allows ordinary people, military families, and soldiers to see it. Through her own story, she proves to everyone: "Rest assured, the nation remembers."

Compared to Feng Hongjun, who was in charge of military affairs, Zhu Shiguang, who was in charge of ideological work and internal affairs, had more and more genuine feelings about this article.

She was extremely jealous of Qian Xincheng.

I need to find an opportunity to get him to treat me to a meal to appease his jealousy.

Feng Hongjun, observing this, became even more interested, naturally knowing who his old partner's jealousy was directed at.

They deliberately brought up topics they didn't want to discuss.

"Is it Lao Qian's group?"

Zhu Shiguang doesn't know him yet.

He rolled his eyes at him and spoke in a muffled voice.

"Yes, that guy, what was his name again? You commented on that company commander during the competition, saying he was a good prospect, quite capable, but cunning and lacked the sincerity of a soldier. That guy's wife."

Feng Hongjun found it hard to believe.

The Fourth Regiment, only one person has ever praised himself and said that.

You mean Zhou Jianguo?

"Ah, yes, yes, yes, that's him. You used to say that he was cunning and lacked the sincerity that a soldier should have, but he sacrificed himself to save his comrades. You misjudged him."

His wife received the news and was so shocked that she went into premature labor at eight months. Fortunately, she survived, but gave birth to a weak daughter.

Zhu Shiguang sighed.

Feng Hongjun frowned slightly.

Did that kid die trying to save someone?

Why doesn't he believe it?

He admitted that the kid was a good soldier and a decent person, but he was also smart and only did what he could manage. He wouldn't be reckless or rush in blindly.

This person sacrificed himself to save his comrades?

And this happened when his wife was eight months pregnant?!

Feng Hongjun was skeptical.

But he had already sacrificed his life, and he had indeed saved his comrades.

Judge by actions, not intentions.

He stopped saying those things.

Smile.

"It is indeed a good one; I misjudged it."

I glanced at the pen names on the newspaper.

He put down his conversation with Zhu Shiguang and continued reading the newspaper.

He never imagined that he would have any interaction with a military wife from another regiment.

But fate brought them together without his knowledge, through someone's deliberate scheming!

Five days later, Su Cha arrived at the regimental headquarters, still carrying her child.

Looking at Feng Hongjun in front of her, who was wrapped up tightly with only his eyes showing, Su Cha smiled awkwardly.

"I'm sorry, Commander Feng, but my daughter Niannian is very attached to me. She cries her heart out as soon as I leave her sight. I was afraid of hurting her voice, so I brought her with me."

Feng Hongjun has a daughter of his own. After his wife passed away, he took care of his child himself when he wasn't working, and he was very tolerant of his child.

"It's alright, the child is more important. It would be bad if his voice got hurt."

Su Cha smiled slightly, looked lovingly at the clingy little bundle in her arms, and said helplessly.

"She's faking it, all talk and no action."

Feng Hongjun looked at the mother and daughter in front of him, and the corners of his mouth involuntarily turned up slightly, the kind of happiness that comes from seeing the beauty of human emotions.

A gust of wind brought Feng Hongjun back to his senses, and he quickly told Su Cha to take the child inside.

Although this place is located in the south, it is still very cold in winter.

I took a chair and placed it near the coal stove.

"Comrade Su, warm yourself by the fire and have a drink of hot water before we talk."

Su Cha sat down nimbly, speaking politely.

"Okay, thank you for your help, Commander Feng."

Feng Hongjun turned around and waved his hand.

"Don't be so polite, it's all for the brigade headquarters' mission."

Su Cha held the child in one hand and took off her scarf with the other, placing it on her lap.

"I also have to thank you for your cooperation. Your cooperation is essential for me to get the job done."

Feng Hongjun poured two cups of hot water and walked towards Su Tea, carrying a large tea mug in one hand.

He hooked his foot and pulled another stool closer to the coal stove, placed the two large tea mugs next to the stove to warm them, plopped down, and looked up at the person opposite him, only then could he see Su Cha's face clearly...