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

This situation is really not convenient for me to stay in for long.

"Uncle Sun isn't here, I'll come back later." He said hastily, then turned and strode away from the courtyard.

When Lin Xiulian saw Chen Yongqiang return, she asked, "Brother Yongqiang, you're back? Has the land in the village been allocated?"

Chen Yongqiang shook his head, walked to the water tank, scooped up a ladle of water and drank it. "When opinions differ, arguing for ages yields no result, and it just leads to wrangling."

He put down the water ladle and looked up at the sky. The gray clouds obscured the sun; it was a good time to get to work.

Chen Yongqiang thought that since the few plots of land in front of and behind the house were just lying idle, he might as well take advantage of the opportunity to cultivate them and plant vegetables.

"Since I'm just idling around anyway, I'll tidy up the front and back yards and plant some vegetables," he said to Lin Xiulian, though he had other plans in mind.

With this publicly visible vegetable garden, he would have a reason to occasionally take some fresh fruits and vegetables from that hidden space, so as not to arouse suspicion.

"I'll help you." Lin Xiulian immediately went to find a hoe.

Chen Yongqiang refused, "No need, you can rest. It's time to cook soon."

As evening fell, while he was turning over the soil, he saw Old Sun leading several goats back along the path on the hillside.

Chen Yongqiang put down his hoe, said to Lin Xiulian who was still tidying up the vegetable patch, "I'm going out for a bit," and then walked towards the Sun family's courtyard.

Old Sun had just herded the sheep into the pen next to the yard and was locking the gate.

Upon seeing Chen Yongqiang, he greeted him, "Qiangzi, is there something you need?"

Chen Yongqiang walked to the sheepfold and explained his purpose: "Uncle Sun, I want to ask you for some goat milk."

Old Sun asked, somewhat puzzled, "What do you need goat's milk for?"

"I found a puppy that nobody wanted on the road. It was too small, so I was thinking of feeding it with goat's milk to see if I could raise it." Chen Yongqiang deliberately concealed the fact that it was a wolf cub.

Old Sun used to graze his sheep in the mountains, and they were often ravaged by wolves. Once, one of his pregnant ewes was even snatched away, which saddened him for a long time.

If he found out that the goat milk was being used to feed wolf cubs, he wouldn't just give it to them, he'd probably turn on them on the spot.

Upon hearing this, Old Sun bent down and squeezed into the low sheep pen, muttering, "You little rascal, alright, I'll squeeze some in for you."

After a while, when handing it to Chen Yongqiang, Old Sun casually asked, "What kind of puppy is it? A mongrel or something?"

Chen Yongqiang took the bowl and mumbled, "It's small now, so I can't tell what kind of dog it is."

He dared not say more, fearing that he might say something wrong, so he quickly took out two eggs that he had prepared in advance from his pocket. "Uncle Sun, you can't take them for free, please keep these eggs."

Old Sun declined a couple of times, but seeing Chen Yongqiang's insistence, he accepted it: "It's just a little milk, it's nothing."

Chen Yongqiang, holding the bowl, breathed a sigh of relief. Not daring to linger, he exchanged a few polite words and turned to leave.

On his way back, he deliberately went around to the newly cultivated vegetable garden behind the house.

Seeing that no one was around, he made a thought, and the seedlings in the system appeared out of thin air in his hand.

These seedlings have been cultivated in the space for several days and are growing very well.

"Once transplanted outdoors, without the warmth and nourishment of the space, its growth will likely slow down."

However, to have a legitimate source, it's better to proceed slowly than to arouse suspicion.

Back in the courtyard, he handed the goat's milk to Lin Xiulian: "Go feed that little wolf cub."

Chen Yongqiang did not delay. Before it got dark, he took the seedlings he had taken out of his space and planted them in different categories.

I had just planted the vegetables and was about to water them when it started raining.

Large raindrops pelted down, instantly soaking the freshly turned soil.

Chen Yongqiang stood under the eaves, shaking the water droplets off his clothes: "This rain came just in time, saving us the trouble of carrying water to irrigate the fields."

Lin Xiulian turned on the lights in the courtyard: "You've been busy all day, let's eat first."

The small courtyard was soon filled with the aroma of simple food, mixed with the occasional satisfied whimpers of wolf cubs coming from the baskets—all of this came from the tranquility of the countryside.

However, at Wang Guixiang's house, a huge argument was taking place.

"Liu Jianmin! If you don't want to live like this, just say so! I, Wang Guixiang, will never shamelessly stay in your Liu family!" Wang Guixiang said, her voice trembling with sobs and long-suppressed resentment.

"Get out! Get out of here right now!" Liu Jianmin, nicknamed Liu the Pig, shouted even louder.

"These two girls must stay with me! They're surnamed Liu, they're from my Liu family!"

"Don't even think about it! My daughter is flesh of my flesh! Why should she be left to a good-for-nothing like you who only knows how to drink horse piss!"

In the end, Wang Guixiang divorced Liu Qiaozhu.

She had two daughters; the older one stayed with the Liu family, and she took the younger one with her.

She hastily packed a few personal items, then took her youngest daughter's hand and left in the rain.

"Mother, where are we going?" the little girl asked, her voice trembling with tears.

Wang Guixiang wiped the water from her face, unable to tell if it was rainwater or tears: "Let's go to your maternal grandfather's house first."

After several days of rain, the rain finally stopped and the weather cleared up. As soon as the weather cleared up, village chief Yang Dahai picked up a loudspeaker and started shouting on the village road, urging all the able-bodied people in the village to hurry up and get to work repairing the irrigation canal.

Chen Yongqiang carried a shovel and a pickaxe to the construction site by the Qingba Reservoir.

Before he could even find a place to stand, he heard several villagers who had arrived earlier gathered together, talking animatedly.

But what they were discussing wasn't the unsubstantiated rumor about him and his sister-in-law, Lin Xiulian; it was another, far more sensational piece of news: Wang Guixiang and Liu Qiaozhu had really divorced!

"Have you heard? Wang Guixiang really left with her little girl!"

"Liu the pig has really lost everything this time! But he deserves it, since he's always out drinking horse piss and never home!"

"Gui Xiang isn't the type to swallow her anger..."

This is undoubtedly the most explosive news in Shimen Village right now, completely overshadowing all other gossip.

A thought popped into Chen Yongqiang's mind: "Could it be that Sister Guixiang got divorced because of the cornfield incident?"

What he didn't know was that Wang Guixiang and Liu Qiaozhu's marriage had long been riddled with problems.

Having spent a long time in the Women's Federation, Wang Guixiang has seen and experienced a lot, and her personality has become increasingly strong and independent. She is by no means a submissive and submissive wife in the usual sense.

Liu Jianmin was a heavy drinker, and the conflict between the two was at its deepest. Chen Yongqiang was, at best, just an unexpected straw that broke the camel's back, which was already overburdened.

"What are you all gossiping about! Don't you have any work to do? Hurry up, get moving according to the designated sections!" Yang Dahai's loud shout interrupted the chatter and also broke Chen Yongqiang's train of thought.

The crowd dispersed and went to their assigned sections of the canal to get to work.

If the planned irrigation canal can be successfully completed, it will be able to draw water from the Qingba Reservoir, enough to irrigate nearly half of the farmland near the foot of the mountain in Shimen Village.

As Chen Yongqiang swung his pickaxe, he was making plans in his mind.

The other half of the farmland, due to its higher altitude, exceeds the limit of the irrigation canals, and can only continue to rely on the weather for its harvest; the success of the harvest depends entirely on whether there is enough rainfall.

"When the land is allocated in the future, we must never be allocated a plot of land on high ground that cannot be irrigated by the irrigation canals. That would be a waste of effort and a thankless task."