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

Carrying his new hunting rifle, Chen Yongqiang quickened his pace and arrived at the ridge at the foot of the mountain.

He had originally planned to go and see the wild boar tonight, but since he had already promised Wang Laoshuan...

It's alright to switch to hunting wild rabbits at the last minute. Mountain people value relationships, and he understands this kind of flexibility.

"Just treat it as shooting practice!" After all, Chen Yongqiang needed to get used to the new gun first.

This field ridge borders Qinglong Mountain, and at night it becomes a paradise for wild rabbits.

As soon as he arrived, he saw a grayish-brown hare dart out of the grass.

Chen Yongqiang was about to raise his gun, but the rabbit was very alert and disappeared behind the embankment with a kick of its hind legs.

"You're lucky you're alive!" This time, he directly gripped his gun and searched.

I was just a fraction too slow in grabbing the gun, otherwise that rabbit wouldn't have been able to escape.

Based on his years of hunting experience, Chen Yongqiang concluded that there was definitely more than just that one rabbit in the vicinity.

He moved quietly along the ridge of the field.

Sure enough, not far along, they spotted two swaying gray figures behind a patch of waist-high weeds.

There were two wild rabbits, heads down, munching on grass roots. The two rabbits were about three or four meters apart. If one of them were hit with an old-fashioned bird gun, the sound of the shot would surely scare the other away.

This was the perfect time to test the hunter's marksmanship. Chen Yongqiang raised his newly bought double-barreled shotgun and aimed at the one further away.

The two hares remained completely unaware of the impending danger.

"Bang—Bang!"

The two gunshots rang out almost simultaneously. The recoil of the double-barreled shotgun slammed into Chen Yongqiang's shoulder, and the two rabbits fell into the grass almost at the same time.

"This gun really works!" Chen Yongqiang stepped forward to examine it.

Unexpectedly, Chen Yongqiang returned from the mountains less than fifteen minutes later, carrying two wild rabbits.

Before they even reached Ding Wanru's courtyard gate, they heard Wang Laoshuan's voice: "They really hit her?!"

Chen Yongqiang laughed as he pushed open the fence gate and tossed two wild rabbits onto the ground: "How about that? I wasn't lying to you!"

Old Wang squatted down, picked up the rabbit, and weighed it in his hand, his eyes widening in surprise: "Good heavens! This must weigh three or four pounds!"

"One is enough for me," said Wang Laoshuan, picking up one.

Chen Yongqiang reached out and pressed down, saying, "If you take it back, you'll have to pay for it. But if you cook it fresh here at Wanru's, I won't charge you."

Wang Laoshuan laughed and replied, "You little rascal, Yongqiang! You were just waiting for me here!"

"These rabbit skins can be sold for money, and it's already more than enough that I'm giving you the meat," Chen Yongqiang's explanation was reasonable.

Wang Laoshuan waved his hand and said, "Alright, alright, I'll go back and get the wine right away!" He then walked home happily.

Chen Yongqiang turned to Ding Wanru: "Could I borrow a kitchen knife?"

Ding Wanru took a kitchen knife from the kitchen and handed it to him, her gaze lingering on his hand for a moment.

Chen Yongqiang quickly peeled the rabbit skin off completely.

Ding Wanru stood by the stove, looking at the stove, and remembered the last time she sprained her ankle, he carried her down the mountain on his back, his broad back was so steady.

She added a piece of firewood to the stove, the firelight making her cheeks feel hot. She quickly lowered her head and tidied her hair as if to hide it.

"Do you need any help?" she asked softly.

"No need, it'll be ready soon," Chen Yongqiang replied.

She looked at Chen Yongqiang and thought to herself: This man is always so decisive. Just now he said he was going to hunt rabbits, and in the blink of an eye he came back with the prey.

After a while, when Wang Laoshuan returned carrying a rough earthenware wine jar, the courtyard was already filled with an enticing aroma of meat.

He smiled and placed the wine jar on the stone table. "This is sweet potato liquor I've been saving for three years."

Ding Wanru was putting rabbit meat into the pot when she heard this. She turned around and smiled, "You're really generous."

"Good food deserves good wine." Old Wang leaned closer to the stove and looked around. "Where's Yongqiang?"

"I'm cleaning up the rabbit skins." Ding Wanru gestured towards the backyard and casually put sliced ​​ginger into the pot to sauté.

Chen Yongqiang carried the cleaned rabbit skins in through the front door and hung them to dry on the hooks under the eaves.

"Perfect timing!" Old Wang broke the mud seal and poured a bowl of wine.

Chen Yongqiang sat down on the stone bench in the courtyard, picked up his bowl, and took a sip.

"How about it? I usually wouldn't even take it out!" Old Wang was waiting to hear a compliment.

To everyone's surprise, Chen Yongqiang simply said, "It's alright."

No matter how long sweet potato liquor is stored, it can never compare to Erguotou (a type of Chinese liquor).

Chen Yongqiang now lives a comfortable life thanks to hunting. He always has a couple of sips of Erguotou (a type of Chinese liquor) with his dinner every night, and his palate has become quite discerning.

Old Wang filled Chen Yongqiang's bowl with wine again, and the two chatted about how there seemed to be more wild animals in the mountains this year than in previous years.

As they were talking, Ding Wanru came out of the kitchen with a bowl in her hand and placed it in the center of the wooden table.

"Brother Yongqiang, try it and see if it's flavorful?" Her eyes held a hint of anticipation.

Chen Yongqiang didn't stand on ceremony. He picked up a rabbit leg with meat and bone, put it in his mouth, and chewed it carefully.

"Delicious." He picked up another piece.

"What seasonings are put in this meat? I can taste the medicinal herbs, it's very unique and tastes especially delicious."

Ding Wanru explained, "I added some cinnamon and galangal. Cinnamon can remove the fishy smell and enhance the aroma, while the galangal was picked from the mountains a few days ago, dried and stored, and is perfect for stewing wild game."

"No wonder it smells so good. The aroma of the herbs has seeped into the meat without overpowering the natural flavor of the rabbit meat. It's a perfect combination." This flavor is one that Chen Yongqiang has never tasted before.

Old Wang couldn't wait any longer and grabbed a large piece, saying between bites, "Wanru's cooking skills are among the best in the surrounding area!"

Ding Wanru was a little embarrassed by the praise: "It's just some home-style cooking. The wild rabbit that Yongqiang caught is so fresh, it tastes good no matter how you stew it."

Chen Yongqiang placed a piece of rabbit leg meat into Ding Wanru's bowl and gestured to her, "You sit down and eat with us, otherwise Old Wang will eat all this good food by himself."

Old Wang was engrossed in gnawing on a rabbit head when he heard this. He chuckled, his cheeks puffed out, and said, "That's absolutely true! I've never tasted such flavorful wild rabbit meat in my entire life!"

He usually lived a frugal life and rarely ate meat, but now his chopsticks never stopped.

Ding Wanru then took off her apron and sat down next to Chen Yongqiang.

The courtyard suddenly became much livelier. Old Wang savored his wine, occasionally clinking glasses with Chen Yongqiang.

Ding Wanru ate the rabbit meat in her bowl in small bites, her eyes secretly glancing at Chen Yongqiang.

Thinking to herself how wonderful it would be if Brother Yongqiang were willing to marry into her family, her face flushed slightly.

Every day, Chen Yongqiang would go hunting in the mountains, and she would follow behind him to gather herbs.

He returned in the evening with his prey, and she cooked a delicious stew in front of the stove.

At night, like now, I invite a couple of neighbors for a drink and a chat. This kind of life is probably even more comfortable than that of city dwellers.

"What good idea is Wanru thinking? She's secretly happy about it?" Old Wang joked.