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

Wang Demin rushed forward, grabbed Zhao Laosi by the collar, his eyes bloodshot: "Zhao Laosi! Have you no shame? My brother's body is barely cold, and you're already bullying him because he has no one to rely on?"

Zhao Laosi stumbled as he was dragged along, but sneered with a crooked mouth: "Wang Demin, your household registration has long since left Shimen Village! What right do you, an outsider, have to interfere with Shimen Village's land?"

These words were like a knife stabbing into Wang Demin's heart. Veins bulged on his forehead, and his clenched fist was about to strike.

"Stop!" Yang Dahai shouted sternly.

He grabbed Wang Demin's arm, "Old Shuan is still lying inside, and you're making such a scene in front of his coffin, what kind of behavior is this!"

He turned to Zhao Laosi: "Laosi, you were wrong today. Demin is Laoshuan's younger brother, no matter what. You bullied this widow and her orphan in front of so many villagers. Aren't you afraid of retribution?"

Yang Dahai squeezed Wang Demin's shoulder hard again: "Demin, your brother doesn't even have anyone to hold his bowl. Can you bear to see him leave so lonely?"

Wang Demin turned back to look at Wang Laoshuan's coffin in the mourning hall and finally made a decision: "Alright, my son will carry this banner!"

He pulled the timid boy aside and pressed him heavily before the altar: "Kneel before your uncle!"

Chen Yongqiang witnessed this scene and became even more determined to have more sons. Fortunately, Wang Demin was there, otherwise he really didn't know how things would have ended.

Chen Yongqiang stood on the periphery of the crowd, taking in the entire argument.

This scene made him secretly vow that he must have more sons in the future.

If it weren't for his younger brother Wang Demin being present today, Wang Laoshuan would probably have ended up in a desolate state with no one to see him off in his final days.

The day Wang Laoshuan was buried, the sky was terribly overcast. Young people considered carrying the coffin an unlucky task and were unwilling to do it.

The coffin was made of solid wood and was very heavy. It took a lot of strength to carry it from the foot of the mountain to the ancestral grave halfway up the mountain.

Chen Yongqiang was assigned a position, while the other seven were chosen by the older generation of villagers.

When the appointed time arrived, Yang Dahai shouted loudly, "Raise the coffin—smash the mourning basin!"

With tears in his eyes, Wang Demin reminded his son, "Slam it hard."

The child picked up a rough porcelain bowl with both hands and smashed it forcefully against the bluestone slab in front of the mourning hall.

The porcelain bowl shattered with a crack, shards flying everywhere.

Eight men carrying the coffin strained in unison to lift the solid wood coffin.

Yang Dahai grabbed a handful of paper money and scattered it into the air, loudly proclaiming, "May you have a safe journey on the Western Road—"

Chen Yongqiang felt a weight on his shoulders, but he didn't feel particularly strained.

"Slow down up ahead—" the experienced driver at the front shouted, "We're turning, watch your shoulders!"

The coffin slowly turned along the steep mountain path. Chen Yongqiang, who was carrying the coffin, had a realization: Is this the last leg of a person's journey? From the foot of the mountain to the top, from the world of the living to the world of the dead, it turns out that it is only a matter of lifting one foot.

Birth, aging, sickness, and death are the most common truths in the universe.

But now that Chen Yongqiang has a system, he may be able to embark on the path of cultivation.

Once you start cultivating immortality, although you are still far from achieving eternal life, you still have a chance to extend your lifespan to several hundred years.

Once the coffin was in place, it was slowly lowered into the burial chamber, and shovelfuls of yellow earth were used to cover it.

Yang Dahai grabbed the last handful of paper money and scattered it on the grave: "Old Shuan, rest in peace. Demin's son will hold the basin and banner for you, so you can hold your head high down in the afterlife."

The paper money spun in the wind, rising and falling, reluctant to fall to the ground.

The elderly onlookers whispered among themselves, "Old Shuan is reluctant to leave!"

With red eyes, Wang Demin pulled his son over and said, "Kneel three more times for your uncle."

The child obediently kowtowed, and only then did the scattered paper money fall to the ground.

Once the grave was completed, the funeral was over, and everyone gradually descended the mountain.

Chen Yongqiang walked at the back, glancing back at the new grave.

The funeral banners on the grave are still struggling in the wind, like the last connection between the deceased and the world.

Chen Yongqiang suddenly understood why the elderly always say: "Raising children is for old age security."

On this land, to die without offspring is such a tragic end.

At this moment, a system notification suddenly sounded in Chen Yongqiang's mind:

[The system has detected that the host has witnessed life and death, and has begun to cultivate his Dao heart. The Mountain God's Trial has been initiated ahead of schedule.]

Assessment Task:

Reviving Ancient Trees in the Mountains: Gaining the Power of Nature

Hunt down the ferocious beasts that plague the mountains and forests: gain the power of a hero.

Leading some villagers to get rich first: gaining the faith of 100 people.

[Quest Reward: The Earthly Lineage's Inheritance of "Nine Mountains Suppressing the World"]

These three tasks correspond to the principles of Heaven, Earth, and Humanity.

Saving the ancient tree is an act of reverence for Heaven, hunting ferocious beasts is an act of pacifying the land, and leading the villagers is an act of harmony among people.

With a realization, Chen Yongqiang muttered to himself, "The ancient tree is already being healed, and the ferocious beast mentioned by the system refers to that wild boar king. So the mountain god has been testing me all along."

"The first two tasks are relatively easy to accomplish, but leading some villagers to become wealthy is a bit more difficult."

The difficulty lies not in the mountains or the water, but in people's hearts.

Chen Yongqiang sighed. The mountains and rivers of Shimen Village are good for people, but they have also fostered a scheming mentality in the villagers.

They're all friendly on ordinary days, but when it comes to money, even brothers can turn against each other.

Chen Yongqiang suddenly realized that the most difficult hurdle was not subduing the wild beasts in the mountains, but taming the greed in people's hearts.

"The path of cultivation is about transcending mortals. If one cannot even overcome the greed in one's heart, how can one talk about seeking immortality?"

He looked at the system's description of the "Nine Mountains Suppressing the World Scripture": The way of the earth spirits is not to retreat from the world and cultivate alone, but to take root in the mortal world. Mountain gods and land spirits, having received incense offerings from a region, must protect the peace of that region.

This kind of spiritual practice is never about looking down on all living beings from the clouds, but about putting your feet deep into the mud and experiencing the joys and sorrows of this world.

According to the traditions passed down from generation to generation in Shimen Village, those who carry the coffin and attend the funeral of the deceased must have a meal at the family's house upon their return. This is called "Jiehui Meal" or "Xiegang Meal".

Firstly, the warmth of the food and the warmth of human interaction help to dispel the gloom and bad luck brought back from the graveyard.

Secondly, it is also a way for the host family to express their gratitude to the villagers who helped them.

Two old square tables had already been set up in the courtyard, with a large bowl of scrambled eggs and stewed cabbage with vermicelli on them.

It's a common style of funeral in the village, but today there's an extra meat dish, which is wild rabbit meat that Chen Yongqiang brought.

Yang Dahai, as the person in charge, stood at the gate of the courtyard, holding a bowl of water with a few cypress leaves floating in it.

As each coffin bearer entered, he would offer them a bowl, let them drink a sip, and then wash their hands with the remaining water. This was called "clean hands with clean water, no taboos."

After finishing his meal, Chen Yongqiang took his leave. As for what would happen to Wang Shen in the future, that was not something he needed to worry about.

Ultimately, under Yang Dahai's arrangement, Wang Laoshuan's land was leased to Lao Sun, who would give Wang Shen 300 jin of grain every year.

Wang Demin immediately took out several tens of yuan as living expenses, while Wang Shen, as a recipient of the Five Guarantees, could also receive a few yuan in subsidies every month.

Ding Wanru took on the task of cooking for Wang Shen, and the matter was finally resolved satisfactorily.