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

Just as Chen Yongqiang had carefully put away the money from selling meat and was about to turn out of the alley with his wheelbarrow, a woman in a cheongsam blocked his way.

Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be Yao Lina, the female director of the state-run restaurant.

"Do you still have any wild boar stomach?" she asked bluntly.

Chen Yongqiang steadied the handlebars: "Old Zhou just bought it."

"He is him, and I am me! Is it true or not?" Yao Lina said coldly.

There were still two wild boar stomachs left in the basket. Chen Yongqiang had been worried about selling them: "Yes, I have some."

Yao Lina immediately lifted the tarpaulin on the cart, and only when she saw the two intact wild boar bellies did she smile: "How much?"

"Twenty-five each," Chen Yongqiang quoted, explaining that he sold one to Lao Zhou that was larger, so it cost five yuan more.

Yao Lina readily agreed: "If you have anything this good in the future, just send it to my house."

Chen Yongqiang received 50 yuan: "Where do you live?"

He guessed that Yao Lina and Lao Zhou kept their relationship very separate, and there were some things she didn't want the other to know.

Yao Lina gave an address: "The second house on the east side of the farm machinery factory dormitory compound."

"Okay, I've got it." Chen Yongqiang pushed the wheelbarrow and left.

I was lucky today; I managed to sell the four hardest-to-sell wild boar stomachs. Even if the rest of the wild boar meat doesn't sell, I can take it home and make salted meat.

Chen Yongqiang pushed his cart to the other end of the market, deliberately choosing a spot that was different from Wang Guixiang's stall.

He had just unloaded his meat basket when a leatherworker who had come to the market to buy vegetables saw him and asked, "Yongqiang, are you setting up a stall today too?"

"We just hunted a wild boar, do you want to take a hind leg?" Chen Yongqiang picked up the leg meat, which was a mix of fat and lean meat.

The old cobbler always hoped that Chen Yongqiang could find good hides to sell him, but today Chen Yongqiang only had wild boar meat, so he also cut two jin (1 kg) of it.

Wild boar meat is indeed a rarity at the market, and there was a constant stream of people at Chen Yongqiang's stall.

Before long, the meat basket was more than half empty, and today's income was about to break two hundred, which was equivalent to an ordinary worker's annual salary.

As I was looking down to find change, a shadow fell over the meat counter.

Chen Yongqiang looked up and saw He Jun standing in front of him with his hands in his sleeves.

The two had never gotten along, but He Jun stared at the half-empty meat basket: "Are there any wild boar stomachs left?"

"Sold out," Chen Yongqiang replied casually.

"Who did you sell it to?" He Jun clearly didn't believe it; that thing was expensive, and ordinary people simply couldn't afford it.

"That's none of your business. Anyway, it's already sold." Chen Yongqiang slammed the cleaver onto the cutting board.

He Jun was rebuffed and turned to leave.

After walking a few steps, he turned back and glared at Chen Yongqiang's stall, cursing inwardly: It seems difficult to get anything out of this kid.

He suddenly had a thought: Why don't I buy a hunting rifle too? Anyone can hunt, you just aim and pull the trigger.

As He Jun walked, he pondered: "I heard a double-barreled shotgun costs over a hundred yuan. It's expensive, but I can break even if I only need to hunt two wild boars. If Chen Yongqiang can do it, why can't I, He Jun? I can keep as many wild boar bellies as I want without having to worry about anyone else."

With that in mind, he quickened his pace toward the supply and marketing cooperative.

While cutting and weighing meat for customers, Chen Yongqiang mentally calculated his earnings for the day.

But he was thinking of something else entirely: the wild boar meat he sold today should be enough to buy a bicycle.

"I'll have to buy a bicycle sooner or later!" he thought to himself.

With that iron thing, it will be much easier to carry wild game to town from now on, and we won't have to push the wheelbarrow with all our might anymore.

Chen Yongqiang then remembered the black and white television set in the shop window of the supply and marketing cooperative.

It's still a ways off from the price of over 300, but at this rate, I'm sure I can move it home before winter.

Chen Yongqiang also has a long-term plan, and the image of a courtyard house with blue bricks and gray tiles has already appeared in his mind.

The main room needs to be bright and spacious, the east and west wing rooms need to have side rooms, and a sweet water well needs to be dug in the courtyard, but to realize these dreams, we are currently a few thousand yuan short.

It was almost noon, and Chen Yongqiang had just finished cutting meat for a regular customer and was about to take a break when a commotion suddenly broke out nearby.

Looking in the direction of the sound, one could see several young men in floral shirts surrounding an old woman selling rice.

The young man in the lead kicked over the bamboo basket, scattering the rice grains all over the ground.

"You old codger, if you can't pay the management fees, don't set up a stall!" The young man said, a cigarette dangling from his lips, as he kicked at the rice stalks on the ground.

The old woman hurriedly squatted down, her withered hands trying to scoop up the scattered grains, her voice trembling with tears: "This...this is to raise money for my grandson's tuition!"

The villagers setting up stalls nearby all lowered their heads, daring not to speak out in their anger. These thugs were regulars at the market, specializing in bullying the weak and fearing the strong.

Chen Yongqiang put down the knife he was using to chop wild boar meat, fearing he might accidentally kill someone.

He pulled a carrying pole for transporting meat from the wheelbarrow and walked over.

Just as the young man was about to lash out again, he suddenly felt a chill on the back of his neck. Turning around, he met Chen Yongqiang's cold gaze, and the curse he was about to utter was swallowed back down.

"It's you again?" The blond-haired man's imposing manner immediately diminished.

Chen Yongqiang didn't say anything, but tapped the young man's chest with the end of his carrying pole.

"roll."

The young men exchanged glances and then slunk away.

Chen Yongqiang bent down to help the old woman up, but she stubbornly refused to get up and tried desperately to put the scattered rice grains back into the basket.

Grains of grain mixed with sand slipped through her fingers: "What a waste... I picked these out grain by grain..."

Chen Yongqiang stopped trying to persuade him and squatted down to help silently. His large, calloused hands scooped up the stalks of rice mixed with sand and put them into the basket.

"Grandma, I'll take all of this rice," Chen Yongqiang suddenly said.

The old man was stunned: "Young man, this is all mixed with sand!"

"It's alright, we have chickens at home that need some grain to feed them." Chen Yongqiang counted out ten yuan and stuffed it into the old man's hand.

The old man was surprised that Chen Yongqiang had given him so much. He hurriedly pulled out one bill and pushed the rest back, saying, "I don't need this much..."

Chen Yongqiang wrapped the old man's hand, along with the banknotes, in his palm and pushed it back, saying, "Take this for now, your child's education is the priority. I'm young and strong, and making money is easy for me."

The old man held the banknotes in his calloused hands, tears welling in his eyes, and thanked him repeatedly.

Chen Yongqiang helped the elderly man up, saying, "You're welcome."

He has relied on the mountains for his livelihood for many years and deeply understands the principle that mountains and rivers possess a spirit.

Before each hunt, they would worship the mountain god, and they would leave some of the prey to give back to the forest.

In his mind, it is one's duty to do good deeds and accumulate virtue when one has the ability, and it is also a way to accumulate good fortune for the future.

Just then, a crisp notification sound rang in my ears:

Compassion benefits all living beings. Reward: 10 points of Blessing.

Chen Yongqiang never expected that his small action would trigger the system.