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

While we were drinking, people would occasionally come to buy things.

"Meie, give me a pack of cigarettes!"

"Sister-in-law Mei'e, bring two ounces of wine..."

Liang Meie should put down her wine bowl and greet them with a smile. One person left, another arrived; she never seemed annoyed, her face always bearing a smile.

Today was the opening day, and quite a few people came to buy things. It looks like a small business, but the sheer number of customers is overwhelming.

By now, I've sold at least seventy or eighty yuan worth of goods.

With a turnover of seventy or eighty yuan, and a profit margin of 20%, that's still more than ten yuan.

Those rough men in the village toil in the fields all day, how much money can they earn?

Working at a brick kiln, one yuan and fifty cents a day was considered high.

Liang Meie ran this small shop, selling things, and earned in a day what others earned in several days.

Of course, this was when we first opened, and there were a lot of customers. Normally, we'd be lucky to make three to five yuan a day.

After seeing off another customer, Liang Meie returned to the table: "Yongqiang, when are you going to the county town? I guess we'll have to go buy more goods in a few days."

Today's sales have emptied many shelves; in a few more days, we might not even be able to supply enough tobacco and alcohol.

Chen Yongqiang thought for a moment and said, "I'm not sure yet. I haven't been to the mountains lately; I've been busy building the house. I'll call you if I go."

Because the brick kiln was still firing bricks, Zhu Zi and the others dared not drink too much, fearing they might mess things up.

After a few drinks, which satisfied their cravings, they all got up to say goodbye.

"Brother Qiang, we're leaving now. The kiln is still firing, we need to go back and keep an eye on it." Zhu Zi greeted Chen Yongqiang.

He then said a polite greeting to Liang Meie, "Sister-in-law Meie, may your business prosper!"

Liang Meie smiled and replied, "Go ahead, come again when you have time."

Erniu and the others followed and walked outside, making the courtyard much emptier.

Even Liang Meie's father-in-law, Old Li, put down his wine bowl and stood up.

He wasn't much of a talker; he just drank a few cups in silence tonight. Now that Zhu and the others had left, he got up and went to the brick kiln as well.

The courtyard quieted down, leaving only Chen Yongqiang and Liang Meie.

Liang Meie didn't say anything, stood up, and swayed her hips as she walked towards the newly built convenience store.

She walked slowly, her waist swaying gently, each step feeling like it was stepping on the tip of someone's heart.

When she reached the door, Liang Meie stopped and turned around.

Under the dim light, her face was slightly flushed, and a smile played on her lips.

That smile was different from the smile she gave when dealing with customers, and it was also different from the smile she gave when Zhu Zi and the others were making a scene. It was very charming and alluring.

She only showed this expression when looking at Chen Yongqiang. After making eye contact with Chen Yongqiang for a few seconds, she turned around and went inside first.

Chen Yongqiang, holding his wine bowl, naturally knew what it meant.

He tilted his head back, drank the last drop of wine in his bowl, and then got up and followed him inside.

The shop is about ten square meters, and it's filled with all sorts of miscellaneous goods.

An old table was placed against the wall and used as a cash register.

Liang Meie is now leaning against the cashier counter.

Her eyes were slightly tipsy, and her face was flushed, making her look exceptionally beautiful in the dim light.

The collar of the floral shirt was slightly open, revealing a section of her fair neck.

She leaned back casually, one hand on the table and the other on her waist, looking at Chen Yongqiang with a dreamy gaze.

Chen Yongqiang walked over to her and put his hands on her waist, which was quite slender and supple.

With a slight effort, he lifted Liang Meie up and placed her on the old table.

Liang Meie took a deep breath, but before she could say anything, Chen Yongqiang had already embraced her.

She naturally raised her hand, wrapped it around Chen Yongqiang's neck, and leaned into his arms.

The old table had been in disrepair for years, and its legs seemed to be protesting.

The newly opened convenience store became their dating spot.

This wasn't their first date; as the saying goes, familiarity breeds contempt, and the initial awkwardness had long since faded.

Chen Yongqiang didn't care that this was Liang Meie's home, or that someone might come knocking on the door to buy something at any time.

Liang Meie didn't dare to utter a sound, her hands gripping his arm tightly as if she were trying to grasp her destiny.

Everything she has now is thanks to Chen Yongqiang.

If it weren't for him, she would still be struggling to find food.

Her husband died young, leaving her with two children. The harvest from the fields was not enough to feed them, and borrowing money and grain was a common occurrence. She had to be subservient and watch people's faces for several years.

So no matter what Chen Yongqiang asked of her, as long as she had it, she was willing to give it.

This wasn't a repayment, it was something she did willingly. Liang Meie closed her eyes, and something slid down her cheek; she didn't know if it was sweat or tears.

After a long while, the commotion in the convenience store finally subsided.

The wine Chen Yongqiang had just drunk evaporated along with his profuse sweat.

Liang Meie was still sitting at that old table, her clothes somewhat disheveled, her face still flushed.

She lowered her head and straightened her clothes, her fingers trembling slightly, unable to fasten the button for a long time.

Chen Yongqiang glanced at her, reached out, and helped her tie it.

Liang Meie also reached out and straightened his collar, then plucked a long hair off his shoulder.

"Alright, let's go back now. You've been out for too long; Xiulian is probably overthinking things."

"Okay, I'll head back now!" Chen Yongqiang was also worried that someone might come and see him.

On the way back, Chen Yongqiang saw that the lights were still on in the windows of the teachers' dormitory, and Gao Yuanyuan was still awake.

Chen Yongqiang stood by the roadside, glanced over there, and wanted to go over and see if she was feeling better, but then stopped.

It's so late, and if a grown man like him goes there, who knows what kind of gossip will spread.

Back at the thatched hut, everything inside remained the same.

The television was still on, and the Qin sisters were staring intently at the screen.

Lin Xiulian leaned against the headboard, and when she heard the noise, she looked up at Chen Yongqiang.

Chen Yongqiang walked in, took off his coat, and hung it on the wall.

Lin Xiulian didn't ask him where he went, nor why he had been gone for so long:

"Get up early tomorrow and go pick up your great-uncle. If someone else takes him, it will delay our house construction."

"Okay, I'll go first thing tomorrow morning." Chen Yongqiang walked to the bedside and lay down to rest.

Chen Yongqiang got up early the next morning.

After a quick wash, Qin Liping had already cooked porridge and heated up some cornbread in the kitchen.

Chen Yongqiang drank a few mouthfuls of porridge, then got up and walked outside: "I'm going to pick up my great-uncle."

Lin Xiulian, supporting her belly, replied, "Drive carefully."

Upon arriving at Linjiatun, Chen Yongqiang parked the tractor in front of Lin Wenfeng's house.

Lin Wenfeng was packing up his tools when he saw Chen Yongqiang come in. He pointed to the pile of equipment on the ground and said, "Perfect, help me load these onto the truck. There's a lot of stuff, it'll save trouble if we take it all over at once."

While Chen Yongqiang was helping to move the tools, a man in his forties came out of the house. He was Lin Wenfeng's second son.

As Chen Yongqiang was helping to move the tools, a man in his forties came out of the house. He looked somewhat like Lin Wenfeng.

It is Lin Wenfeng's second son, Lin Xiangdong. According to seniority, he is of the same generation as Chen Yongqiang's father-in-law, so Chen Yongqiang has to call him uncle.