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

After leaving the government compound, Chen Yongqiang turned into another quiet alley.

With no one around, he had a slight thought and took out several hundred catties of wild boar meat and a bag of rice grown in his space.

"The production of Rouge Rice hasn't come up yet. We have to keep the remaining few hundred kilograms for our own consumption and can't sell them anymore."

Pushing his bicycle, which felt heavy again, Chen Yongqiang remembered something: there was a fairly large hazelnut winery in the county town that mainly produced 52-degree hazelnut koji and 42-degree hazelnut liquor.

"Although it's not the biggest business right now, it still has four or five hundred workers," Chen Yongqiang thought, deciding to try his luck at their canteen.

Chen Yongqiang rode his bicycle to the west of the city. In the distance, he could see a large courtyard enclosed by a red brick wall, and the air was filled with the mellow aroma of fermented grain.

Above the main gate hangs a white sign with black lettering: "State-owned Hazelnut Winery".

There was also a guardhouse at the entrance, and Chen Yongqiang parked his bicycle and went over there.

This time he changed his strategy. Instead of pulling out the whole pack of cigarettes, he first took out two Daqianmen cigarettes and handed them through the window with a smile: "Old man, busy?"

The gatekeeper was an elderly worker with gray hair. He took the cigarette and tucked it behind his ear: "Young man, what's up?"

"I have a question for you. Which manager usually oversees the purchasing for the factory canteen?"

To do business, you have to be thick-skinned; otherwise, it's hard to make a name for yourself in an unfamiliar place.

The old man glanced at the large and small bags loaded on Chen Yongqiang's bicycle behind him and shook his head: "The canteen has special channels for purchasing goods, and generally doesn't directly accept things from individual farmers in the countryside. Don't waste your time."

Chen Yongqiang chatted with the old man in the gatehouse for a few more minutes, but the old man was unyielding and wouldn't budge, instead urging him on:

"Push your bicycle aside right now, the workers are about to leave, don't block the way!"

Chen Yongqiang pushed his bicycle and didn't go far, but stopped on the roadside a dozen meters away from the winery gate.

"Since I can't get in, I'll just set up a stall at the gate and sell my wares!"

He propped up the bicycle, took out two snakeskin bags, and spread them on the ground in front of him.

Then they took the wild boar meat out of the bamboo basket and neatly arranged the pieces on the snakeskin bag.

The most eye-catching thing was the head of a wild boar with long tusks, which was deliberately placed at the very front.

This is a living advertisement; it was very effective when I had a stall in town.

Chen Yongqiang then untied the rope of the burlap sack next to him, opening the sack to reveal the snow-white, glistening rice grains inside. The makeshift stall was now set up.

Just then, a crisp closing bell rang out from inside the distillery.

The old man in the gatehouse heard the bell, got up, and pushed open the large iron gate to make way for the workers leaving get off work.

As the workers poured out of the gate, Chen Yongqiang immediately started shouting at the top of his lungs:

"Come and see, everyone! Wild boar meat, a rare find in this county, paired with our own homegrown premium rice—it's incredibly delicious! Time to treat my wife and kids to a nice meal!"

The loud shouts quickly attracted several workers who were leaving get off work, who stopped and gathered around.

People have a tendency to join in the fun. Seeing that people were gathering around to watch, the workers who came out later also crowded around, and a small group of people quickly gathered in front of the stall.

"How much is this wild boar meat?" a middle-aged man in overalls asked.

"One yuan and two jiao, one jin, a bit more expensive than pork at the market, but this is genuine mountain produce!" Chen Yongqiang picked up the piece of meat to show it off.

"Where's the rice?" A middle-aged female worker was more concerned about food.

"This rice costs 45 cents a pound, it's clean, sand-free, and smells wonderful when cooked!"

Chen Yongqiang added, "Buying from me doesn't require grain coupons or meat coupons!"

These words tempted many. But someone in the crowd immediately chimed in, "I've eaten wild boar meat before; it has a strong, gamey smell and isn't tasty!"

Upon hearing that someone was undermining him, Chen Yongqiang wasn't angry. Instead, he took out several small packets wrapped in old newspapers from his military green satchel:

"That's because you don't know how to cook! I have a pre-mixed spice packet here. Just put one in when you stew the meat, and it'll remove the gamey smell, enhance the aroma, and make it tender and flavorful. If it's not good, come back to me!"

"Really?" Some people still didn't quite believe it.

"Smell it if you don't believe me." Chen Yongqiang handed a spice packet to the nearest old worker.

The man took it, brought it to his nose and sniffed. A spicy aroma mixed with Sichuan peppercorns, star anise and cinnamon immediately wafted out, which was indeed tempting.

"This seasoning tastes pretty good!" The old worker nodded and passed the spice packet to the person next to him.

The middle-aged female worker who had initially inquired about the price of rice spoke up: "Give me ten jin of this rice first. If it cooks as well as you say, I'll buy more next time."

"Sister, you know your stuff!" Chen Yongqiang opened the bag to fill it with rice for her, and the scale rod tilted high when it was weighed.

"My rice is delicious; you'll know once you try it at home."

When collecting the money, Chen Yongqiang counted the four yuan and fifty cents the female worker handed him, took out a fifty-cent note and stuffed it back into her hand: "Sister, this is your first order today, so I'll round it down to four yuan!"

"I didn't expect you to be so good at business," the female worker said with a smile as she took the money back.

Having just finished this transaction, the middle-aged worker who had been the first to ask about the price also took a liking to a piece of hind leg meat: "Weigh this piece for me."

A wild boar weighing over 200 jin (approximately 100 kg) has a complete hind leg weighing several tens of jin (approximately 30 kg).

When Chen Yongqiang cut the meat, he deliberately included extra meat. When this hind leg, bone and all, was weighed, the scale tipped high.

He showed the workers the scale reading: "It's quite tall, less than thirty-one jin, but I'll give you a full thirty jin!"

"Old Zhang, this wild boar leg of yours is almost half a month's salary gone!" A familiar coworker joked.

As Old Zhang took out his money, he replied, "I ate this a few times when I was working in the forest farm when I was young. It's been a long time since I've had this taste. I'll splurge on it today."

"Comrade," he said with a smile as he handed it over, "could you round it down to thirty yuan, please?"

Faced with this kind of rounding down, Chen Yongqiang smiled helplessly: "Sir, I don't round down like that. How about this, it'll be thirty-five yuan, and I'll throw in a spice packet for you, is that alright?"

After a brief standoff, seeing that Chen Yongqiang was resolute and that the meat was indeed of good quality, Old Zhang finally paid thirty-five yuan and carried the meat away.

Chen Yongqiang handed over a packet of spices, and the deal was done.

The workers at the winery have high wages and strong purchasing power.

With Old Zhang and the female worker taking the lead, the people who gathered around were no longer buying only a few pounds at a time.

They would order ten or twenty kilograms at a time. Wild boar meat and rice were decreasing at a visible rate.

"I want this rib!"

"Keep that piece of meat for me!"

The sounds of workers pointing to the parts they wanted to take out filled the stalls.

Chen Yongqiang was so busy he barely had time to breathe: "Don't rush, take it one at a time."