Reborn in the 1980s: Nine Stunning Beauties Get Pregnant Before Marriage

The next day, Chen Yongqiang pushed open the half-closed cave wall and was greeted by a pure white world that had been completely painted.

The snow fell all night and showed no signs of stopping, accumulating to ankle-deep.

The sky remained a hazy gray, with fine snowflakes continuing to fall.

Fortunately, he had stockpiled some supplies in his space and had already changed into winter clothes.

A thick leather hat was pulled down tightly, a leather shawl covered the neck and back, and suede boots were tucked into the trouser legs; keeping warm was not a problem.

He crunched through the fresh snow as he went to check out the nearest ambush points.

The sweet potatoes from Lingquan that I specially ordered last night have all been eaten, leaving only shallow pits dug by the pigs' snouts and some clear, messy wild boar hoof prints on the snow.

"These guys, they're really not afraid of dying for a bite to eat."

But that's perfect, the allure of sweet potatoes is clearly irresistible.

Chen Yongqiang squatted down and carefully examined the direction and depth of the hoof prints, and made up his mind.

With such heavy snow, the food that can be found in the mountains will be buried deep, and hunger will drive them to visit this only place where they can find delicious food again.

Back in the cave, after taking a few bites of flatbread, Chen Yongqiang had a thought, and his figure disappeared from the cold outside world, entering the system space that belonged only to him.

The space remained warm and spring-like, a stark contrast to the bitter cold outside where snow reached ankle-deep.

The pond water was crystal clear, and the stonefish he had recently moved in were leisurely swaying their tail fins, clearly adapting very well.

His gaze shifted to the bottom of the pool, to the strange loach he had casually tossed in, thinking it wasn't even enough for a dish.

It lies quietly hidden in the sand and gravel near the spring, its entire body displaying a warm, almost black jade-like luster. It seems that under the nourishment of this sacred spring, some imperceptible changes have also occurred.

Next, he checked the apple tree tissue culture seedlings placed in the corner.

In just a few days, those originally tiny tissues have sprouted several centimeters of tender green shoots.

Chen Yongqiang exchanged for several more buckets of spiritual spring water, deciding to use the water to cultivate them for a while longer to accelerate their growth.

"There are more and more things in the space now. Luckily, I earned 100 points of blessing this time, otherwise it wouldn't be enough."

After doing all this, he strolled to the edge of the spirit field.

The three cucumber seedlings in the field, however, showed amazing vitality.

The vines were lush and thick, climbing all over the trellis. More importantly, the cucumbers kept growing, one crop after another, and there was simply no way to harvest them all.

"Luckily, I wasn't greedy and only planted three."

Chen Yongqiang casually picked a cucumber and took a bite. It was crisp and sweet, with a faint spiritual quality, far superior to ordinary cucumbers from the outside world.

Continuing forward, we arrived at the neatly planned rice paddy.

He casually plucked a plump grain of rice, cracked it with his teeth, and as the slightly hard husk broke, a unique and rich aroma of rice instantly filled his mouth.

"These rouge rice grains are ripe and ready to be harvested."

Looking at the ruby-red grains of rice in his hand, he immediately made a plan.

"From now on, we'll feed Xiulian this kind of rice exclusively; it will definitely be very good for her health."

"The yield was a bit low," he muttered to himself after harvesting about a hundred pounds of rice.

Although this rouge rice is good, its ears are not as heavy as those of ordinary rice varieties.

He carefully collected the precious rice and then evenly scattered the rice seeds back into the spiritual field.

Let's rush to plant another season's worth of rice. After this season's rice harvest, the next crop will be soybeans.

Even though it's a spiritual field, it can't be planted with the same crop all the time. The soil needs to be rotated and given a break.

It wasn't that he was particularly skilled in farming, but rather a simple truth passed down from the older generation: just like people, if the land always eats the same thing, it will eventually become tiresome.

Seeing the nine wild boars in the space, I thought I'd use this time to clean them up.

Chen Yongqiang acted immediately. With a thought, the carcasses of the nine wild boars were neatly arranged in an open space within the space.

Soon, the whole wild boar was broken down into evenly sized pieces of meat, and the internal organs were also properly sorted and processed.

He planned to use this hunting trip to stock up on more meat so that he could have a more comfortable winter.

Just as he finished processing the last wild boar and was piling up the fresh meat, the system's notification sounded clearly in his mind:

[Host detected to have remained in the space for more than one hour; 1 Blessing Point will be deducted.]

"Will I lose blessing points if I stay too long?"

In the past, he always rushed in and out of the space, taking items or planting crops, never staying for long, and had never noticed this rule.

This space is indeed magical, but it seems that using it is not without its costs.

Blessing points are hard to come by, so I need to be more careful in the future and not stay inside too often.

Chen Yongqiang flashed and returned to the cave from the warm, spring-like space.

Outside the cave, the wind and snow were still raging, but inside, at least the cave was sheltered from the wind, and the cold wasn't too biting.

He glanced at the time; it was almost noon.

With a slight thought, a black iron pot appeared on the ground.

Chen Yongqiang planned to treat himself to a hot meal at noon, so he decided on a simple iron pot stew.

He took out a few pieces of marbled wild boar meat from his spatial storage, along with a few potatoes and a handful of dried mushrooms, and then thought for a moment.

Add a few more radishes produced in the space.

Cut the pork into thick slices, peel and dice the potatoes and radishes, and quickly soak the mushrooms in warm water.

Chen Yongqiang stood quietly by the fire, waiting for the stew to cook.

Even though I haven't tasted it yet, just by smelling it, I know this pot must be amazing.

He himself was always particular about food. Even in this desolate wilderness, he would never skimp on food as long as conditions allowed.

This steaming hot pot not only dispels the chill that seeps into your bones, but also serves as the best comfort for your hard-earned hunting.

For three consecutive days, Chen Yongqiang used this cave as his base.

During the day, he mostly stayed inside the cave by the fire, occasionally slipping into the space to tend to the thriving crops.

As night fell, he became the most patient hunter in the snowfield, using the irresistible allure of the sweet potatoes from the spiritual spring to lure wild boars to his ambush points time and again.

After three days, the space had gained more than twenty cleaned wild boar meat, a truly bountiful harvest.

"With these wild boars, we can have a prosperous New Year."

The wild boars seemed to have cleared the area quite a bit, and the hoofprints on the snow had become sparse.

On the fourth night, the wind and snow seemed to have subsided a bit. Chen Yongqiang remained in the same ambush spot, his body almost completely covered by a thin layer of snow, blending seamlessly with the surrounding rocks.

He sensed that the atmosphere was different tonight. The commotion from the scattered wild boars had disappeared, and an unusual silence filled the forest.

Suddenly, a very oppressive sound came from afar, like a thick bush being forcibly snapped in two, as if a heavy body had been crushed.

Immediately afterwards, an enormous, unimaginably large black shadow emerged from the depths of the dense forest with an almost arrogant air.

Its shoulder height was almost as tall as an adult's chest, and its body was covered with a mane as hard as armor, covered with pine resin and mud. Two curved, pale fangs protruded from its lips, gleaming with a chilling light in the dim light of the snow.

The wild boar king, which had cost Chen Yongqiang so much effort, finally couldn't hold back any longer and showed up in person.