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

After the TV program ended, the neighbors said goodbye and left one after another. Chen Yongqiang locked the gate and went back to the inner room to rest.

Lin Xiulian followed her in, her face showing some worry: "The family planning policy mentioned in the news just now... will it have any impact on us?" Her hand unconsciously protected her stomach.

Chen Yongqiang took off his coat: "Don't scare yourself, it's not a big problem."

He lay down on the bed before continuing, "In case any town officials come down to investigate, just give your sister's name."

You look like your sister, so you should be able to fool her.

This method sounds a bit daring, but it seems to be the only way at the moment.

The sisters' identities became a potentially viable barrier at this point.

"I understand," Lin Xiulian replied, lying down next to Chen Yongqiang.

In his previous life, Chen Yongqiang lived a lonely life without children, and naturally never experienced the one-child policy.

But this life is different; he now has someone he needs to protect.

In Chen Yongqiang's memories of his previous life, this policy had only just begun to take off. It would take several years before it was actually implemented in a remote mountain village like Shimen Village, after being relayed and carried out at each level.

By then, his children will be running around and buying soy sauce, and the situation might be different.

He told Lin Xiulian, "There's no use thinking about it now. Don't worry, I'm here for you."

Lin Xiulian's unease subsided slightly, and neither of them spoke again.

Chen Yongqiang closed his eyes, thinking about what to say to the village chief the next morning. It's always good to be prepared.

The next day, Chen Yongqiang didn't rush to the reservoir.

He picked out two carp, grabbed a bottle of grain liquor, and headed out the door toward the village chief Yang Dahai's house.

The village chief's wife, who had just finished feeding the chickens, saw him coming with some things and said, "Yongqiang's here? Come inside quickly, it's cold outside!"

"Sister-in-law, I'm busy." Chen Yongqiang replied, lifting the heavy cotton curtain and entering the house.

Yang Dahai was sitting at the kang table, eating porridge with pickled vegetables. He was a little surprised to see him come in: "Yongqiang? What's up so early?"

"Nothing serious," Chen Yongqiang said, placing the fish and wine on the cabinet by the wall.

"I caught a few fish yesterday, and I brought them to the village chief and his wife to have a taste. It's freezing cold outside, so I thought I'd come over for a couple of drinks and a chat."

Yang Dahai laughed and put down his chopsticks: "You're a good man, aren't you? Alright, there's nothing urgent to do today anyway."

He told his wife to take the fish to clean it, and also asked her to cut some salted cured meat to go with his drinks.

The kang (heated brick bed) was warm, so the two took off their shoes, climbed onto the kang, and sat down around the kang table.

Once the drinks were poured, the conversation gradually began. We started by talking about this year's winter snow, and then we discussed fishing on the ice of the reservoir.

After a few rounds of drinks, they became more talkative.

Seeing that the time was right, Chen Yongqiang said, "Village chief, if I may say something... the family planning policy they mentioned on the news yesterday was making quite a stir. When will it be our turn in this remote mountain village? Did you hear anything about it when you went to the meeting in town last time?"

Yang Dahai paused, the wine glass he had raised to his lips, and shook his head: "This matter wasn't discussed in detail at the last meeting. We only mentioned that it should be publicized and taken seriously. The specific procedures, the amount of the fines, and the methods of investigation haven't even reached our village level yet."

He put down his glass, picked up the bottle, and refilled Chen Yongqiang's and his own glasses: "Yongqiang, you need to be careful about Xiulian's pregnancy."

Having said all that, he understood why Chen Yongqiang had asked and gave a reassuring answer for the time being, but he didn't offer any more specific promises or solutions.

Chen Yongqiang immediately raised his glass: "I understand, village chief. Here, let me toast you again. If you hear anything, please give me a heads-up."

"Sure, sure." Yang Dahai clinked glasses with him, and the topic quickly shifted to what kind of business might be available on the mountain after spring.

Chen Yongqiang didn't leave until mid-morning.

Yang Dahai's words confirmed his judgment: the policy rumors hadn't arrived yet, and there was still time.

But the village chief's attitude also shows that this is not a trivial matter that can be taken lightly.

After a day of rest, Chen Yongqiang, unable to stay idle, packed up his ice fishing gear and prepared to go to the reservoir.

Liang Meie happened to come over for a visit and, seeing his entourage, said, "Since you're just idling at home anyway, I'll go with you and lend a hand."

Chen Yongqiang did not refuse, and the two of them, one in front and one behind, pulled the sled and stepped onto the ice surface of Qingba Reservoir.

"Yongqiang, you said you saw the shadow of that big fish last time, where exactly was it?"

Chen Yongqiang pulled the sled forward: "It's just ahead, almost to the deep water area."

Soon, they arrived at the spot where they had ice fished last time.

The ice hole that had been previously carved out had long been sealed back by the severe cold, leaving only a barely noticeable indentation.

Chen Yongqiang brushed away the loose snow with his foot, squatted down, and looked under the ice. "That thing is very clever; it probably won't stay here permanently anymore."

Big fish have their own range of activity, but they will never wait under an ice cave forever.

He got up and pulled the sled along the edge of the deep water area he remembered.

After walking about fifty or sixty meters, Chen Yongqiang saw a string of bubbles rising up from the inside of the ice layer.

"We'll fish here today." He put down the sled and began to break the ice.

Liang Meie quickly helped unload the tent and tools.

Chen Yongqiang didn't explain much about the basis for the site selection, and Liang Meie didn't ask either.

Liang Meie knew that Chen Yongqiang had his own methods for hunting and fishing.

A new ice cave was quickly carved out where the bubbles were emerging.

Liang Meie squatted down and watched for a while, a look of eager anticipation on her face.

"Yongqiang, since we're just waiting anyway, why don't you help me dig a hole? I want to try it out for a bit and see if I can catch a small one."

Chen Yongqiang took a few steps to the side, carrying the ice chisel. "Here," he pointed with his foot.

"Okay!" Liang Meie quickly followed.

Chen Yongqiang swung the ice chisel, and soon a new ice cave took shape.

After setting up the tent, the two of them crawled inside.

"Here, use this rod." Chen Yongqiang pulled out a spare set of simple fishing tackle and handed it to her.

"Use a small bait, and lower the hook to about a foot off the bottom. If you feel any movement, don't pull hard; be steady."

Liang Meie took the fishing rod, looking a little clumsy, but very enthusiastic.

She imitated Chen Yongqiang's usual way of baiting and casting the hook. Although her movements were clumsy, she looked quite professional.

"Yongqiang, let's have a competition to see who can catch a fish first," Liang Meie said.