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

Chen Yongqiang glanced at her, did not refuse, and started the tractor to drive towards the old street of the county town.

After a while, the tractor stopped in front of a noodle shop: "This is it. It's delicious and inexpensive. I always eat here whenever I come to the county town."

Liang Meie followed her down, looked into the shop, and nodded: "Okay, I'll do as you say."

The two of them each ordered a bowl of beef noodles and an extra roujiamo (Chinese hamburger).

The noodles were served quickly, and Chen Yongqiang was eating them with his head down.

As Liang Meie ate, she suddenly stopped eating. "Yongqiang, when you go to pick up goods for that person in a few days, ask her if she's selling her appliances."

Chen Yongqiang swallowed the noodles: "What? You want to buy some?"

"It's not that I want to buy it. I'm just thinking... is there any potential in this business?" Liang Meie lowered her voice.

"Look, appliances are so rare these days; you can't always buy them even if you have the money. That person must have connections to get their hands on them. If she can spare a few, we can take them back to town and sell them; people will definitely be scrambling to buy them."

As she spoke, her eyes grew brighter and brighter, as if she could already see the prospect of making money.

Liang Meie's mind works very quickly.

Just a moment ago I was wondering who Zhu Lingling was, and now I'm already thinking about reselling electrical appliances.

Chen Yongqiang took a sip of noodle soup: "You should give up on this idea. This is too complicated for you."

He approached Zhu Lingling because he wanted to get to know more wealthy and powerful people.

Those are the real buyers; they have money, they're willing to spend it, and they buy good stuff.

Snow leopard skins, bear paws, wild ginseng—these high-end goods—how much money can ordinary villagers make selling them to? The real profit comes from selling them to those bosses.

But Liang Meie was thinking of reselling electrical appliances, which were in high demand but also a hot potato.

People who can get their hands on electrical appliances all have connections. Some are government officials, some are middlemen, and they have ties to both the legitimate and criminal worlds.

She's just a small shop owner with no connections or background. If she rashly gets involved, she might end up being used as a pawn.

If something happens to them someday, they'll have someone to protect them, but what about her? She'll be the first one pushed out to take the fall.

Chen Yongqiang has many ways to make money: gold panning, selling wild game, planting fruit trees—aren't all of those reliable options? There's no need to take this risk.

Liang Meie wasn't sure either: "I was just thinking about it casually, if it doesn't work out, then forget it."

"Once I finish building the house, I'll start brewing wine," Chen Yongqiang said, revealing his plan.

Upon hearing this, Liang Meie smiled happily: "That's wonderful! Yongqiang, I knew you were smart and could succeed at anything."

"If you really get into brewing, you can make way more money than running a small shop. You'd better take me with you; I'll sell the wine for you, and I promise I'll work harder than anyone else!"

Chen Yongqiang glanced at her: "Okay, you'll get your share later."

Liang Meie was so happy that she ordered him another roujiamo (Chinese hamburger): "Come on, eat more, you'll have the energy to do great things."

Chen Yongqiang, however, was already planning to start brewing wine. After the house was built, the next step was to build the distillery.

We grow our own food, and we have access to the sacred spring water... Of course, there are still steps to take.

After finishing the meal, Liang Meie indeed stood up to pay the bill; she was willing to spend money on Chen Yongqiang.

The meal was inexpensive; two bowls of beef noodles and three roujiamo (Chinese hamburgers) cost less than two yuan in total.

But Liang Meie knew in her heart that it wasn't about the amount of money, but about the sentiment.

Chen Yongqiang helped her purchase goods and transport them, and also told her about his winemaking plan. She was happy to treat him to this meal.

Back in town, Chen Yongqiang first went to the supply and marketing cooperative to unload the goods he had brought back from the county town.

Old Zhang was already waiting at the door, and he called over several sales clerks to help carry the goods inside.

Chen Yongqiang followed him inside, counted the money, and confirmed it was correct. Old Zhang took out thirty yuan, counted it, and handed it over.

"Yongqiang, thank you for your hard work. Here's the shipping fee."

"Director Zhang, you're too kind. Please call me again next time you have goods." Chen Yongqiang took the money and said a polite remark.

Old Zhang just saw that there were quite a few pots and pans on the tractor's trailer, it looked rather messy.

"Yongqiang, why did you buy so much stuff?"

Chen Yongqiang didn't mention Liang Meie opening a small shop, casually explaining, "We're building a house at home, and we need a lot of things. I bought these on the side to save myself the trouble of running back and forth later."

Old Zhang didn't ask any more questions. After chatting about other things for a few more minutes, he went about his own business.

Liang Meie runs a small shop in the countryside, which is essentially competing with the supply and marketing cooperative for business.

Although her small shop was small and wouldn't affect the town much, Old Zhang was, after all, the director of the supply and marketing cooperative, so it was inevitable that he would have some opinions.

Back in the village, Chen Yongqiang parked the tractor at the gate of Liang Meie's house.

Liang Meie jumped out of the truck, opened the side panel of the truck bed, and began moving things into the yard.

Just as I was busy, Liu the pig-caller suddenly appeared out of nowhere.

He strolled over, a cigarette dangling from his lips, squinted into the truck bed, glanced at Chen Yongqiang, and spoke in a sarcastic tone:

"Liang Meie, you're finally back. You went out so early this morning and didn't come back until almost dark. Anyone who didn't know better would have thought you ran off with Chen Yongqiang."

Liang Meie glared at him, her smile vanished instantly, and she retorted with her hands on her hips:

"Liu the pig, why are you so foul-mouthed? What business is it of yours who I run off with? Mind your own business, or you'll become a laughingstock."

"Give me five catties of loose liquor, and two packs of Daqianmen cigarettes!" Liu Qiaozhu said with a cigarette dangling from his lips, a smug look on his face.

He's been on a winning streak lately, winning a lot of money at the poker table.

He had to show off after winning money, buying some good cigarettes and alcohol so people could see that even Liu Qiaozhu could live a good life.

Liang Meie was angry, but business had to go on. She turned and went into the convenience store, picked up the white plastic bucket, and started filling it with liquor.

Liu Qiaozhu followed him inside and stood in front of the counter, looking around.

The shelves are now stocked with goods that were just brought back from the county town today.

Liu Qiaozhu reached out and grabbed a handful of peanuts from the shelf, peeled one open, and threw it into his mouth.

"Those peanuts are three cents a pound!" Liang Meie quoted a price without any politeness.

Liu Qiaozhu threw another one into his mouth: "Three cents? That's two cents more expensive than the supply and marketing cooperative."

"If you think it's too expensive, don't eat it." Liang Meie's attitude towards him was anything but kind.

Liu Qiaozhu chewed two more: "It's a bit expensive, but I'm not short of money. Give me two jin too, just right to have with my drinks."

As he spoke, he reached out and grabbed another handful, continuing to eat as if he were one of the guests.

After buying the wine, Liang Meie weighed out two jin of peanuts from the sack.

"Two catties of peanuts, plus wine and cigarettes, that'll be two yuan and ninety cents in total." Liang Meie reached out her hand to ask for the money.

Liu Qiaozhu clapped the peanut shells off his hands, took out three yuan, and slammed it on the table in a show of generosity: "Keep the change!"

At the gate of the courtyard, Chen Yongqiang finished unloading the goods and then drove the tractor back home.

He knew that Liu Qiaozhu couldn't cause any trouble in Shimen Village.