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

Chen Yongqiang used to hunt at night, so mountain roads were nothing to fear for him.

The pace quickened considerably on the way back, and around 3 a.m., lights finally appeared in the distance.

Upon arriving in the county town, Chen Yongqiang slowed down and drove the tractor into the town.

The shops were all closed, and occasionally a stray cat would dart across the roadside.

The gas tank is almost empty, I need to fill it up. The water tank is also too hot, I need to add water.

I'm alright, not sleepy, just a little tired.

Chen Yongqiang stopped the tractor, took an oil drum from the trailer, and filled the tractor with fuel.

Then, they drew spiritual spring water from the space and poured it into the water tank. Having finished their work,

He leaned against the hood of the car, lit a cigarette, and glanced at his watch; it was almost four o'clock.

"There are still a few hours until it's time to get back to the village."

When we arrived in town, the streets were no longer deserted; there were a few vendors heading to the early morning market.

Some pushed carts piled high with fresh vegetables; others carried loads on their shoulders, hurrying along to secure a good spot.

Chen Yongqiang drove his tractor past the street without stopping. Once he left the town, he was not far from Shimen Village.

As we drove to the village entrance, the lights were still on at the brick kiln, and the firelight shone through the kiln opening, turning the surrounding area a bright red.

Someone was walking back and forth in front of the kiln; it must be Zhu Zi tending the fire all night.

The work of firing bricks cannot stop; the fire must be kept under constant watch, and it is common to stay up all night.

Chen Yongqiang glanced over there, but didn't stop, continuing to drive towards the village.

Once inside the village, the scenery became familiar.

Smoke was rising from the chimneys of every household, curling upwards in wisps.

Someone opened their door, and Liang Meie came out carrying a basin to pour water. She saw the tractor and glanced at it curiously.

A new day begins.

Chen Yongqiang drove his tractor through the village, heading towards his homestead.

The lights in the workers' shed had just been turned off when Chen Yongqiang stopped the tractor.

Qin Shan and Lin Wenfeng, who were having morning tea, came out to check when they heard the commotion.

"Yongqiang, you're back?" Qin Shan called out.

"Uncle Qin Shan, thank you for your hard work." Chen Yongqiang guessed that he must have been keeping watch here all night.

"What's the trouble? I've taken care of these two pigs. What do you think, is it okay?" Qin Shan was also hoping for rain to come soon.

Two processed wild boars were placed on the wooden frame.

The wild boar was cleaned up, its limbs spread out with wooden sticks, and arranged in a very neat posture.

The most striking feature is their mouths; each wild boar has a ball made of red cloth in its mouth.

"Okay, very good." Chen Yongqiang walked up to the wooden frame and looked at the two wild boars. They were well-prepared, even better than he had expected.

Lin Wenfeng took a sip of tea from his enamel mug: "Yongqiang, how did things go?"

He didn't know what Chen Yongqiang had gone to do; he only knew that Chen had left in a hurry yesterday and had only just returned.

He looked travel-worn and disheveled, as if he had come from a long journey.

"It went quite smoothly." Chen Yongqiang didn't go into details, let alone mention the woman he picked up on the street.

Those things have nothing to do with praying for rain, nor with the affairs of the village, so there's no need to say more.

Besides, Lin Wenfeng was just asking casually; he didn't really want to find out anything.

The clattering of pots and pans came from the kitchen. Qin Liping was busy preparing breakfast.

Smoke billowed from the kitchen chimney and drifted everywhere.

Qin Lijuan didn't come today; she's at home taking care of her mother who's in postpartum confinement, feeding the baby and changing diapers—that's quite a lot of work for her too.

Lin Xiulian's belly is getting bigger and bigger, and she is having some difficulty walking.

She got up late this morning, so she's probably still asleep.

Even if she woke up, she couldn't be of much help, so Chen Yongqiang wouldn't let her do any heavy work.

Chen Yongqiang took a sip of hot water. "Uncle Qin Shan, could you check what things on the construction site might get wet later?"

"In case it rains today, let's not let it soak us."

Cement and lime materials should be covered up where needed and moved into the work sheds where necessary.

"Okay, I'll go take a look in a bit," Qin Shan agreed.

"Yongqiang, do you think this rain today... can really be prayed for?"

"Let's give it a try, what if we actually manage to get it?" Chen Yongqiang didn't rule out the possibility of a definitive answer.

The loach has already drunk enough river water. As long as he releases the loach, he can create artificial rain.

A while later, Chen Yongqiang had just eaten something when he heard a lively commotion outside.

The sounds of gongs, drums, and chimes mingled together, clanging and tinkling, coming from afar and drawing near.

The shouts of people and the joyful cries of children instantly woke up the entire village.

Chen Yongqiang stood up, walked to the gate of the courtyard, and looked outside.

On the village road, Yang Dahai walked at the front, holding a red flag in his hand with the four characters "favorable weather for crops" written on it, fluttering in the wind.

He was followed by a dozen or so villagers, some banging gongs, some beating drums, and some clapping gongs, making a deafening noise.

Following behind was a group of elderly people, children, and women carrying babies, walking in a grand procession towards the mountain god temple.

At each house they passed, someone from that household would come out and walk with the group.

More and more people joined, the procession grew longer, and the sound of gongs and drums grew louder.

This is the custom for praying for rain: first tour the village, then go up the mountain.

Yang Dahai saw Chen Yongqiang and walked over from the front of the line: "Yongqiang, how's the preparation going?"

Chen Yongqiang pointed behind him:

"Everything is ready. One part is for our village, and the other part is sent to Qingba Reservoir."

Yang Dahai glanced at the two wild boars:

"I sent Zhuzi to Qingba Reservoir on behalf of Shimen Village, so that our village could do its part."

As long as someone goes, that's enough. Shimen Village brought out a whole pig as a sacrificial offering, which is quite a significant amount.

If the Hu family is sensible, they should remember this favor.

Yang Dahai then called out to the group, "Zhu Zi!"

Zhu Zi was beating the drum when he heard the shout. He shoved the drumsticks into Er Niu's hands and trotted over.

"Village chief, what's the matter?"

Yang Dahai explained the situation. After listening, Zhu Zi nodded repeatedly: "Okay, I'll take care of it right away."

Zhu Zi responded and called to several strong young men, who then lifted the wild boar and headed towards Qingba Reservoir.

Yang Dahai watched them walk away, then turned back to the front of the group, raised the red flag, and shouted:

"Let's go up the mountain and pray for rain!"

Today, it can be said that men, women, and children from the village all came out.

The group grew longer and longer, from a few dozen people at the beginning to over a hundred people.

The man walked in front, carrying a flag and beating a gong and drum.

The woman followed behind, carrying a basket filled with incense, candles, and joss paper.

The old man, leaning on his cane, followed step by step.

The children weaved through the crowd, picking up firecracker debris that had fallen to the ground.

Praying for rain is a major event in the village, affecting the harvest of every household.

They made a lot of knocking and banging as they walked toward the mountain god temple.

The entourage at Qingba Reservoir was also quite large, with people from all around coming, including the entire village of Hujiatun.