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

After a relaxing hot shower, Chen Yongqiang returned to his room feeling refreshed.

It was freezing cold and pitch black outside, and there was nowhere to go.

He lay on the hard bed, his mind racing: "I'm building a house this year, so I need to design it properly. I'll at least get a decent bathroom, and maybe even a laundry room!"

In those days, urbanization had not yet begun, and the rural population was large, so housing was already in short supply.

The old houses were crammed together by several generations, and there wasn't even a proper place to shower, let alone a separate bathroom.

Chen Yongqiang wanted to build a courtyard house with five main rooms and four side rooms, for a total of nine rooms.

It is entirely possible to plan dedicated functional rooms inside.

Even if Lin Xiuzhen comes back in the future, there will be enough room for her to live.

"The most important thing right now is to buy the tractor first thing tomorrow morning," Chen Yongqiang said, turning over in his mind.

There was still a lot of wild boar meat in the space. He originally planned to set up a stall at the county's vegetable market for another day tomorrow.

But the distillery couldn't wait. They had to get those dozen or so tons of lees away before the transport team's trucks were repaired.

The next morning, Chen Yongqiang checked out of the guesthouse.

In the 1980s, breakfast options in a county town in Northeast China were indeed limited.

He stopped at a roadside stall and bought a jianbing guozi (Chinese crepe).

While eating, Chen Yongqiang hopped on his bicycle and rode towards the agricultural machinery company.

When we arrived at the entrance of the agricultural machinery company, the gate had just opened, and the tractors that had been displayed in the store yesterday had not yet been brought out.

Chen Yongqiang parked his bicycle and walked inside, but he didn't expect that someone was already there before him.

The two farmers I met yesterday morning who wanted to buy a tractor together were now surrounding the old man, trying to negotiate the price.

"Fellow villager, you've been asking this for three days now."

Ma Weimin, a salesman in his thirties, spoke until his throat was dry, "The price is fixed, not a penny less. You either pay and take the goods, or you want to look at other options?"

"Alright, we'll go with the price you said." The old farmer finally sighed.

He turned to the young man behind him and gestured, "Give me the money."

Chen Yongqiang's gaze was drawn over there. Good heavens, the young man was carrying an old burlap sack and placing it on the front of the tractor!

Open the bag, and inside are bundles of 10-yuan notes.

Seeing that the old farmer had finally made a decision, Ma Weimin smiled and quickly helped with the counting.

They bought the "Dongfanghong-28", which had a factory price of 9,780 yuan.

"You can't judge a book by its cover. He's much richer than I am now," Chen Yongqiang thought to himself. His entire fortune was still less than ten thousand yuan.

However, he knew very well that once he got the tractor, his assets would snowball and grow bigger and bigger.

While the salesman was counting the money, Chen Yongqiang went over, offered the old farmer a cigarette, and started chatting with him: "Uncle, what made you decide to buy such a big thing?"

The old farmer took the cigarette, lit it, and started talking: "We have a lot of land, and after all the calculations, buying a tractor is more cost-effective than buying a few cows."

"After finishing my own farm work, I can also go out and help others haul goods or run transportation. If I work hard, I can earn back the cost of buying a tractor in one or two years."

"Uncle, you have such a long-term vision!" Chen Yongqiang praised.

In those days, not many families could afford to spend over nine thousand yuan to buy a tractor.

The old farmer took a puff of his cigarette and retorted, "So, you're thinking of buying it too?"

Chen Yongqiang did not deny it: "I do want to, but I can't afford your Dongfanghong. I have my eye on that Gongnong-12 over there."

The old farmer glanced in the direction he was pointing and nodded: "The Gongnong brand is also good, though a bit weak, but much cheaper. It's enough for personal use."

At this moment, Ma Weimin finished counting the money and was leaning on the table to write a receipt for the old farmer.

The young man couldn't wait to climb onto the Dongfanghong car, put his hands on the steering wheel, turned it left and right, and grinned from ear to ear.

After a while, the formalities were completed, and the old man and the young man drove away with the tractor they had just bought.

The sound of the tractor engine gradually faded into the distance.

In a good mood, Ma Weimin then looked at Chen Yongqiang, recognizing him as the man who had inquired about the price yesterday: "Have you raised enough money?"

"That Gongnong-12 costs 2,600 yuan, right?" Chen Yongqiang wanted to confirm again.

He only had a little over a thousand yuan in cash on him, plus those two small yellow croakers.

"That's right, if you can pay now, you can drive away immediately." Ma Weimin didn't talk to him about the price, but about whether he could pay.

Chen Yongqiang took a step closer and asked in a low voice, "Do you accept taro for payment?"

"Small yellow croaker? We're a state-owned enterprise, we only accept cash, there are regulations. We can't accept gold." Ma Weimin said in a businesslike tone.

Chen Yongqiang knew that these people with secure jobs were very rigid. Since they wouldn't accept his money here, he would have to go to the chaotic secondhand market to exchange it for cash and come back later.

Just then, a middle-aged man dressed in a Zhongshan suit, looking like a cadre, came out from the inner room and overheard half of the conversation: "Xiao Ma, what's going on?"

Ma Weimin quickly turned around and reported truthfully: "Section Chief Zhang, this comrade wants to buy that Gongnong-12, but he doesn't have enough money on hand. He asked if he could use some 'small yellow croakers' to offset part of the cost."

Upon hearing this, Section Chief Zhang turned his gaze to Chen Yongqiang and sized him up.

"Where did your little yellow croaker come from?"

Chen Yongqiang remained unfazed and made up a ready-made excuse: "It was passed down from my ancestors."

Upon hearing this, Section Chief Zhang became interested: "Could I take it out and have a look?"

He was thinking about how to give gifts to his superiors. Giving cash would be too conspicuous, so giving something valuable but inconspicuous would be just right.

In the courtyard of this state-owned enterprise, Chen Yongqiang was not afraid of them trying to rob him. He calmly took out a small yellow croaker from his military green satchel.

When Section Chief Zhang saw the small yellow croaker in Chen Yongqiang's hand, his eyes lit up immediately.

He had seen the real thing; he could tell at a glance that it couldn't be fake.

"Comrade, could we speak in private for a moment?"

Chen Yongqiang nodded and followed Section Chief Zhang into his office.

As soon as the door closed, Section Chief Zhang got straight to the point: "I've got my eye on the little yellow croaker you have. Name your price."

Chen Yongqiang knew perfectly well that the official price and the black market price could differ by several times.

The section chief couldn't get it through the proper channels, so he naturally wanted the black market price.

Having considered this, he wasn't in a hurry to quote a price. Instead, he asked, "You're an expert, so how much do you think this small yellow croaker is worth?"