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

"Brother Liu, this... isn't this a bit inappropriate? My dad is close to Chen Yongqiang. What if he finds out we conspired to scheme against him..."

Before Sun Jianlin could finish speaking, Liu Qiaozhu interrupted him.

"What, you don't want your share of the money anymore?"

Liu Qiaozhu was very dissatisfied with this answer. These past few days, the two of them had won several dozen yuan in the village using their methods, and they had just begun to taste success.

"You think I'm only after his money?"

"That kid... Hmph, I've had a feeling something was off between him and Wang Guixiang for a long time. I've been holding this in for long enough."

Sun Jianlin then realized that Liu Qiaozhu's designs on Chen Yongqiang weren't just about money: "Brother Liu, don't spread rumors about things that aren't true..."

"I know whether it's nonsense or not. Just tell me, are you in or not? If it works out, you'll get your share of the money. Just be careful to keep it from your dad." The temptation Liu Qiaozhu offered was quite tempting.

Sun Jianlin looked at the scattered playing cards on the table, and then thought about the money he had easily made in the past few days, so he didn't argue anymore.

At this time, Chen Yongqiang was unaware that someone was plotting against him.

He drank two more cups with Qin Shan, then used the excuse of needing to rest to go back to his room first.

As soon as the door closed, Chen Yongqiang immediately slipped into the spirit field space.

The sight before him invigorated him; the area of ​​the space had indeed more than doubled.

"The expanded land can be used to grow some valuable medicinal herbs."

Chen Yongqiang looked at the newly expanded spiritual fields in front of him and made some plans in his mind.

"Ginseng is naturally the first choice; the seeds left by that century-old wild ginseng tree are still there."

He soaked the ginseng seeds in the sacred spring to encourage them to sprout.

"Polygonum multiflorum is also good; it is quite valuable in the eyes of those who know its value."

Chen Yongqiang understood the principle that scarcity increases value, so he didn't use the land to grow ginseng.

Chen Yongqiang also grows Ganoderma lucidum and Dendrobium officinale... and he has no worries about sales.

"These items become more valuable over time, and they are perfect for growing rapidly in this space rich in spiritual energy."

He also specifically designated two fen (a unit of land area) for planting sorghum.

"If we can really make brewing successful, it might develop into a major industry in the future."

Chen Yongqiang recalled his memories from his previous life: the world-famous Wuliangye liquor was brewed from five kinds of grains.

"The wine I brew using grains grown in the Spirit Field will definitely surpass the taste of Wuliangye."

But all of this needs to be done step by step. Right now, the most important thing is to cultivate the ginseng and lingzhi in the space.

That night, Chen Yongqiang lay on the kang (a heated brick bed) and held Lin Xiulian in his arms: "I'll go with you to your parents' home tomorrow."

Tomorrow is the second day of the Lunar New Year. According to tradition, married women should return to their parents' home.

Although the two have not yet officially married, Chen Yongqiang felt that many rules and etiquette still needed to be observed properly.

Lin Xiulian leaned even closer into Chen Yongqiang's arms.

Her voice trembled slightly, almost imperceptibly: "You still remember this?"

These words seemed to come out of nowhere, but did Chen Yongqiang understand the dignity that should be given to her?

In previous years, he would bring Lin Xiuzhen back with him, but this year he brought someone else.

"No proper etiquette should be omitted."

The next morning, Lin Xiulian changed her clothes and combed her hair neatly.

Chen Yongqiang hung a chicken and a large white goose on the handlebars of his bicycle.

"Xiulian, are you all packed?" Chen Yongqiang called out to the house from the yard, supporting the car.

Lin Xiulian, wearing a floral scarf, walked briskly out of the house, her face slightly flushed: "Yes, everything is ready."

As they were pushing the stroller out the door, Qin Shan happened to see them from afar and called out, "Where are you two going so early in the morning?"

"I'm taking Xiulian back to her parents' home." Chen Yongqiang pushed his bicycle out of the courtyard gate.

"Oh! Today is the second day of the Lunar New Year, it's time to go back to the bride's parents' home. When are you coming back?" Qin Shan took a few steps closer.

"I'll be back after sunset. The kitchen door isn't locked. Uncle Qin, if you want to watch TV, just go and unlock it yourself." Chen Yongqiang got on his bicycle first.

Lin Xiulian sat sideways in the back seat and called out to Qin Shan, "Uncle Qin, we're leaving now."

"Okay, be careful on the road, ride slowly!" Qin Shan stood outside the courtyard gate, looked at them, and waved.

Chen Yongqiang pedaled his bicycle, the wheels rolling over the frozen black dirt road, heading towards the neighboring village.

Lin Xiulian sat sideways in the back seat, only her bright eyes visible. The wind was a bit cold, but her heart was warm.

Chen Yongqiang's emotions were even more turbulent than the bumpy snow road.

Today, he accompanied Lin Xiulian back to her parents' home, fulfilling the proper etiquette. However, another matter weighed on his mind: he wanted to know if Lin Xiuzhen had returned to her parents' home for the New Year.

Chen Yongqiang could not abandon the woman who was also carrying his child.

The roads were slippery with snow, and Chen Yongqiang was thinking of Lin Xiulian, who was pregnant, behind him, so he rode with extra care.

It took half an hour longer than usual before we could finally see Lin Xiulian's family home.

As soon as Chen Yongqiang parked his bicycle, Lin Xiulian got off the back seat, trudged through the snow to the front door, and called out, "Dad! Mom! We're back!"

The door was pushed open, and Lin's mother came out first, her face full of smiles.

Immediately afterwards, Lin's father also came out wearing a cotton-padded coat and stood at the door.

Chen Yongqiang stood in the courtyard and glanced behind the two elderly people, but the person he wanted to see did not appear.

Lin Xiulian took her mother's arm and they chatted warmly about everyday things.

Chen Yongqiang picked up the chickens and geese hanging from the handlebars, along with the other gifts, and walked over, respectfully greeting his parents, "Father-in-law, Mother-in-law!"

Mr. Lin's face remained expressionless; he simply said, "It's cold outside, come inside and sit down."

He still harbored resentment towards Chen Yongqiang for abducting his youngest daughter.

After the group entered the house, Chen Yongqiang put down his things, took out a carton of Daqianmen cigarettes from the bag, and handed it to Lin's father: "Father-in-law, please try this cigarette; it's a small token of my appreciation."

Mr. Lin took the cigarette: "You've always been so stingy in the past few years, why the change this year?"

"Father!" Lin Xiulian quickly chimed in from the side.

"Yongqiang has probably found a job now; he's got a way to make money, and they've even bought a TV for their home!"

Upon hearing this, Lin's mother looked surprised: "A television? That must cost a lot of money!"

"It didn't cost much. I just thought having a TV at home would make things a bit more lively," Chen Yongqiang said casually.

"You two sit down and talk first. Have lunch at home. I'll take care of it," Lin's mother said, turning and heading towards the kitchen.

"Mother, let me lend you a hand!" Lin Xiulian said, getting up and following him into the kitchen.

Only the father-in-law and son-in-law remained in the house.

Chen Yongqiang then took out two bottles of Erguotou (a type of Chinese liquor) from the bag he had brought and placed them on the kang table.

He made thorough preparations for this return visit to his parents' home, trying to take care of every aspect.

The faint sounds of a mother and daughter talking could be heard coming from the direction of the kitchen:

"Mother...why didn't my sister come back for the New Year this year?"