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

Old Zhou patted the pork belly: "The meat is good quality, no doubt about it. But it's government procurement, so the accounts are tight. How about seven cents a pound?"

Chen Yongqiang knew perfectly well that Lao Zhou was trying to profit from the price difference. He would press down one mao (0.1 yuan) per jin (0.5 kg), which would amount to nearly ten yuan in profit from the ninety-plus jin.

"Okay, Master Zhou is an honest man, so we'll go with the price you quoted."

He knew that to maintain this stable sales channel, it was essential to ensure that Lao Zhou could make a profit.

Ninety-three jin of meat, at seven mao per jin, is sixty-five yuan and one mao. Old Zhou rounded it down to sixty-five yuan and handed it to Chen Yongqiang.

Only then did Chen Yongqiang take out two wild boar bellies, carefully wrapped in thick oil paper, from the bottom of the wheelbarrow.

Old Zhou's eyes lit up when he saw it. Good heavens! Such a perfectly preserved wild boar stomach! This is a rare find! Director Li in town suffers from chronic stomach problems and relies on this to treat his condition.

However, he didn't say these words aloud; instead, Chen Yongqiang started bargaining.

Finally, Chen Yongqiang spoke up: "Old Zhou, twenty-five yuan each, that's the lowest I can go!"

This price is five yuan higher than the price I previously sold to He Jun.

Old Zhou pretended to be reluctant to part with it and readily agreed, "Two fiftys, Brother Yongqiang, you've made quite a bit of money this time!"

Chen Yongqiang knew perfectly well that Lao Zhou could still make a profit at this price.

He doesn't have the connections that Lao Zhou has, so some of the money can only be earned by others.

However, this price was already higher than the price he paid to He Jun, which made up for the loss from haggling earlier. Chen Yongqiang had no objection: "Master Zhou is straightforward."

Just as the money and goods were settled and Lao Zhou was about to call someone to move the meat, the back door of the restaurant was pushed open, and Yao Lina, dressed in a cheongsam, came out.

Her gaze swept over the pork and wheelbarrow on the ground, finally settling on Chen Yongqiang, a stranger.

"Old Zhou, what did you bring in?" Yao Lina asked in a flat tone.

Old Zhou immediately put on a warm and respectful smile: "Manager Yao, this is fresh wild boar meat, adding a specialty dish to our kitchen. This is Chen Yongqiang, a fellow villager from the mountains, bringing us some local produce; the quality is absolutely guaranteed!"

Yao Lina didn't ask any more questions, but just glanced at Chen Yongqiang again before turning around and going back to the hotel.

Old Zhou secretly breathed a sigh of relief and gave Chen Yongqiang a look.

Chen Yongqiang understood, loaded the empty bamboo basket onto the wheelbarrow, and with the huge sum of more than one hundred yuan from selling wild boar meat in his pocket, he pushed the cart and left the restaurant's backyard.

His mind subconsciously raced back to the question: "What should I buy for my home now that I have money?"

First and foremost, of course, are the big-ticket items like the "three turns and one sound" (referring to a

Just as he was lost in his daydreams, a shout from not far away pulled him back to reality.

"Yongqiang!"

He turned to look in the direction of the sound and saw Wang Guixiang standing by the street corner in the shade, with two small baskets of slightly wilted vegetables in front of her. She looked much more haggard than when he had seen her before.

Chen Yongqiang pushed his cart over and stopped in front of her stall: "Sister Guixiang."

He paused for a moment, then finally asked, "I heard the other day that you and Liu Qiaozhu got divorced?"

Wang Guixiang sighed, "Oh, let's not talk about that!"

Looking at her like this, Chen Yongqiang recalled Liu Qiaozhu's suspicion that he and Wang Guixiang had something going on: "Is it because of me?"

Wang Guixiang denied it: "No! Yongqiang, don't get the wrong idea! This has nothing to do with you!"

"We just couldn't make it work ourselves out. As for him... sigh, anyway, it's none of your business!"

Chen Yongqiang looked at the slightly wilted vegetable leaves in her basket and asked, "So what are your plans now?"

Wang Guixiang responded, "I'm currently living at my parents' house, making a living by selling some farm-grown vegetables and running a small business."

Chen Yongqiang looked down and examined the vegetables closely. Their appearance wasn't very good; he guessed they hadn't sold many today. "Where did you get these vegetables?" he asked.

"Some of them were grown by my parents on their private plot, and we couldn't eat them all. Others were harvested from the fields of villagers I know well, so I could make a little extra money," Wang Guixiang explained.

She had served as the village's women's director. Although she didn't know how to farm, she was quick-witted, articulate, and capable of running a small business.

Chen Yongqiang thought of the vegetable garden in the space, where the vegetables watered with the spiritual spring water grew exceptionally well.

"I also grow some vegetables at home, and they're growing quite well. Next time I come to town, I'll bring some for you, and you can help me sell them." He said this half truthfully, half to help her out, and half because he didn't have that much time to set up a stall.

After all, the two of them had once shared a fleeting, ambiguous relationship, and seeing her current situation, he couldn't help but feel sorry for her.

Wang Guixiang was a very clever person; how could she not understand the meaning behind his words?

"Okay, thank you in advance."

After exchanging a few more casual words, Chen Yongqiang noticed that Wang Guixiang still seemed somewhat embarrassed, so he didn't linger any longer and pushed his wheelbarrow, saying, "Alright, you go ahead with your work. If you need anything later, just come find me in the village."

With over a hundred yuan in his pocket, Chen Yongqiang felt his back straighter than usual as he walked toward the only supply and marketing cooperative in town.

As soon as I arrived at the entrance of the supply and marketing cooperative, my eyes were drawn to the several brand-new bicycles parked there.

The money from selling three wild boars is enough to buy a car.

If you ride this thing back to the village, it'll be much more impressive than this unicycle, and it'll save you so much effort going to town.

The thought swirled in his mind several times, and the temptation was quite strong.

But in the end, he forcefully suppressed that impulse.

"This thing is nice, but it's not a necessity. If all the money is spent on it, our savings will be gone, and we'll have to tighten our belts again. We'll buy it when we have more money later."

We can't let the situation, which has just started to improve, regress back to a state of financial hardship because of a bicycle.

He stopped looking at the bicycles and stepped into the supply and marketing cooperative. He decided to focus on buying the tangible things in front of him first.

The glass display cases in the supply and marketing cooperative show various goods, though not a huge variety.

Chen Yongqiang's clothes were torn in several places by tree branches during his fight with the wild boar last night, and his trousers were also ripped open, making them unwearable.

Thinking of the patched old blouse Lin Xiulian was wearing, he pointed to a piece of cotton fabric with tiny blue and white flowers and said to the saleswoman behind the counter, "Comrade, could you please cut off enough of this floral fabric to make a whole set of clothes?"

"I want that dark blue cloth too, I want to tear off a whole outfit."

This dark blue cloth was naturally for himself. The clothes that had been torn by wild boars could still be worn after some mending, but he needed a replacement when working in the mountains.

After buying the cloth, he also bought two jin of salt and a pack of matches, all of which were daily necessities for the household.

While paying, Chen Yongqiang looked up and saw several guns hanging on the wall of the supply and marketing cooperative, including hunting rifles and air guns with less power.