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

As Chen Yongqiang passed the west end of the market, he saw an old man selling free-range chickens. He gripped the brakes and stopped.

The chickens had their feet tied with straw ropes, and their feathers were glossy; they were clearly free-range, high-quality birds.

Chen Yongqiang squatted down and touched the chicken breast. It was thick and firm, just right for nourishing a pregnant woman.

"How much?" he asked.

"It's 1.2 yuan a pound. These are all fed with our own grain. They roam all over the mountains all day long, and the meat smells delicious," the old man explained.

There were only three left, and Chen Yongqiang was too lazy to choose: "I'll take all three. One yuan a pound. I'll pay right now."

The old man hesitated for a moment, but seeing Chen Yongqiang's straightforwardness, he nodded: "Okay, I'll weigh it for you."

Chen Yongqiang carried the tied-up chicken to Wang Guixiang's vegetable stall. Seeing her beaming smile, he knew that business was good this morning, as most of the vegetables on the stall had already been sold.

"Thanks to you today," Wang Guixiang said as she weighed vegetables for a customer.

While taking a break, he smiled at Chen Yongqiang and said, "Your wild boar meat stall has really boosted my vegetable stall. A lot of people buy the meat and then buy a few pounds of vegetables to take home."

"It's a pity that wild boars aren't available every day." However, Chen Yongqiang earned several months' worth of income from hunting just one wild boar.

Seeing that Chen Yongqiang had sold out of wild boar meat, Wang Guixiang packed up her vegetable stall and said, "Are you hungry? I'll go back and cook for you."

Chen Yongqiang pushed his bicycle and followed Wang Guixiang to her rented house.

As soon as she reached the door, a little girl of about eight or nine years old ran out, with two pigtails, and rushed to Wang Guixiang's side: "Mom, you're back! I'm hungry."

"I'll make it for you right away." Wang Guixiang patted her daughter's shoulder and led her into the house.

Chen Yongqiang recognized that this was Liu Wenjing, the youngest daughter of Wang Guixiang and Liu Qiaozhu.

He untied a chicken from the back of his bicycle: "Sister Guixiang, could you process this chicken and improve our meals?"

"You should take it back and use it to nourish Xiulian," Wang Guixiang said, busy kneading dough in front of the stove.

"Mom, I want to eat!" Liu Wenjing tugged at Wang Guixiang's clothes, staring longingly at the fluttering chicken.

"Kill one if the kids want to eat it, I still have two here!" Chen Yongqiang didn't like living a frugal life.

He put the chicken in the cage, turned to Wang Guixiang and said, "I'm going to the supply and marketing cooperative to buy some things, I'll come back in a bit."

Chen Yongqiang was planning to go deep into the mountains and needed to prepare more bullets.

When Chen Yongqiang arrived at the supply and marketing cooperative by bicycle, Zhao Huiling, a young woman selling goods, immediately recognized him as a regular customer.

In just over a month, he acquired a hunting rifle, a bicycle, and a watch, all of which were valuable items that were rare in the village.

"What good stuff are you going to buy today?" Zhao Huiling, with her two thick braids, greeted her with a smile.

Chen Yongqiang walked to the counter and pointed to the bullets in the glass case: "I want two boxes of shotgun bullets."

When Zhao Huiling picked up the goods, she joked, "I thought you were going to buy a radio."

Chen Yongqiang took out his money to pay: "What's the point of a radio? If you're going to buy something, buy a TV."

"You want to buy a TV now?" Zhao Huiling's eyes widened.

"Let's talk about it later, we don't have enough money right now." Chen Yongqiang put the bullets he had just bought into his pocket.

Televisions were a rarity; if someone owned one, it would become the talk of the town.

Chen Yongqiang had long wanted to buy one, but the money he earned from selling wild boars today wasn't enough to buy a television.

He also picked out a sturdy bundle of hemp rope and an iron shovel from the supply and marketing cooperative, and casually acquired some essential equipment for going into the mountains.

On the way back, Chen Yongqiang thought to himself, "I need to get rid of that wild boar king as soon as possible."

After strolling around the market for a while, Chen Yongqiang noticed that there were significantly more villagers selling mountain products.

Hazelnuts, mushrooms, and wood ear fungus were laid out along the roadside, along with a number of lively wild rabbits and pheasants.

He understood that this was a new phenomenon after the implementation of the household responsibility system. After finishing their own land cultivation, the villagers no longer needed to focus on work points to make ends meet, and instead rushed up the mountain to find some mountain products to supplement their household income.

When I returned to Wang Guixiang's place, she had already prepared the meal.

The aroma of chicken filled the room, and Liu Wenjuan was leaning over the table, gazing at the stove.

"You're back just in time. We've been waiting for you to come back so we can have dinner." Wang Guixiang brought out the stewed chicken as soon as Chen Yongqiang returned.

"You always spend so much money when you come; how can my daughter and I feel good about it?"

Chen Yongqiang picked up a piece of chicken and put it in Xiao Juan's bowl: "What's the big deal? Things will only get better from now on."

After lunch, Wang Guixiang took out a five-cent coin from her pocket and stuffed it into her daughter's hand: "Xiaojing, go to the convenience store and buy an ice pop."

The little girl took the money and ran out happily. Only after watching her daughter's figure disappear at the alley entrance did Wang Guixiang close the door.

Chen Yongqiang knew what Wang Guixiang was thinking, so he stepped forward and hugged her tightly: "Have you missed me these past few days?"

Now that Lin Xiulian is pregnant, Wang Guixiang has become Chen Yongqiang's best partner.

Wang Guixiang was held in Chen Yongqiang's arms, her cheek pressed against his strong chest.

"You heartless bastard, if you weren't here to sell your body, would you not come here at all?"

Chen Yong chuckled softly, "Here we are."

Wang Guixiang gently pinched his waist, the force light, more like a playful teasing: "You think you're so smart!"

Chen Yongqiang stopped being polite and carried Wang Guixiang to the bed. His hands began to wander, sliding down her waistline.

Wang Guixiang struggled symbolically for a moment, then let him have his way.

After an unknown amount of time, just as the two were lost in their passion, footsteps suddenly came from the alley, along with Xiao Juan humming an off-key tune, getting closer and closer.

"Mommy! I'm home!" the little girl called from outside the door, followed by the sound of the door being pushed open.

The two on the bed quickly separated. Wang Guixiang, while buttoning her clothes, replied, "Hey! Xiaojing, why are you back so soon?"

Chen Yongqiang also sat up and straightened his clothes.

"I came back after I finished the popsicle." She looked at her mother, whose hair was a little messy.

She looked at Chen Yongqiang again and asked, "Mom, Uncle Chen, what are you doing?"

"No...it's nothing. It's a bit hot inside. I need to talk to your Uncle Chen about something." She quickly got off the kang (a heated brick bed) and took her daughter outside first.

Chen Yongqiang finished dressing and came out: "Sister Guixiang, I'm going back now. I'll come see you another day."

Wang Guixiang didn't dare to look him in the eye, and only hummed in response.

Chen Yongqiang pushed his bicycle away from Wang Guixiang's house and pedaled towards Shimen Village.

Back in his yard, Chen Yongqiang put down the two chickens and said, "Xiulian, I'm back."

"You're back? Why are you back so early today?" Her gaze fell on the two chickens at Chen Yongqiang's feet.

"I found these at the market, they're free-range, and the meat smells delicious. They're perfect for nourishing your body." Chen Yongqiang bent down and carried the chicken to a shady corner of the yard, then tied its feet back up with a rope to prevent it from running away.

Lin Xiulian walked over and touched the chicken wing: "Let's keep this chicken to lay eggs."

The chicks we're raising right now are only the size of a palm; they're still a long way from laying eggs.

Chen Yongqiang had already picked up the hoe leaning against the wall and turned to walk towards the vegetable garden behind the house: "No need to keep it. You can kill one in a little while and stew it for dinner. The most important thing now is to get your body back in shape."

He walked to the door, then turned back and added, "Don't worry about the cost, I'll buy more after we finish eating."

Lin Xiulian didn't argue anymore. She squatted down, untied the straw rope, picked up a chicken flapping its wings, and walked towards the kitchen.

When Chen Yongqiang arrived at the back of the house, he saw several cabbages with wilted leaves and yellowed edges as soon as he entered the vegetable garden.

He stepped over the ridge, squatted down, and carefully examined the withered vegetable leaves: "What happened?"

Then he noticed something unusual about the mound of earth next to him; the soil was abnormally soft, and there were several winding ridges.

This is a hole dug by a mole rat; the locals call it "haha".

These guys gnaw on the roots and stems of crops; if we let them run rampant, this half-row of vegetables will be ruined.

"Damn it, hahaha!" Chen Yongqiang spat. "These scourges must be eliminated as soon as possible."

He first used a hoe to dig open the entrance to the mole rat's burrow. These cunning creatures hid three or four meters underground, and a shotgun was useless against them.

Chen Yongqiang turned around and went home. He found a few old bamboo poles in the woodshed and sat down in the yard to start whittling them.

He shaved bamboo strips into sharp arrowheads, tied them to the flexible bamboo strips with hemp rope, and made an ingenious trigger mechanism.

This method was taught to him by the old hunter; it was specifically for dealing with these underground scourges.

"What are you doing?" Lin Xiulian poked her head out from the kitchen, her hands still covered in chicken feathers.

"Make a bamboo arrow trap," Chen Yongqiang replied, carefully adjusting the sensitivity of the mechanism. "It ran into the vegetable garden, haha, and gnawed on all the vegetable roots."

Chen Yongqiang returned to the vegetable garden with the trap he had made and set up a mechanism at the entrance to the mole rat's burrow.

He got up, dusted off his hands, picked up the hoe, and continued weeding.

Not far away, wisps of smoke rose from the roof of her own house; Lin Xiulian must be busy stewing chicken in the kitchen.

Just then, the sound of the King Wen Drum suddenly came from the direction of Zhao Laosi's house: "Dong... Dong dong dong... Cha..."

The drumbeats were deep and urgent, sounding particularly jarring in the village at dusk.

Chen Yongqiang straightened up and glanced at the Zhao family's courtyard.

Ever since Wang Laoshuan was buried, Zhao Laosi has been acting strangely, constantly suspicious and saying that someone is following him.

The villagers are saying that he bumped into something unclean during the funeral procession that day.

Seeing that he was absent-minded all day long, the Zhao family concluded that he was possessed by an evil spirit, so they specially invited a shaman from the next village.

The sound of the King Wen Drum that can be heard now is the shaman performing a ritual to exorcise evil spirits.

The house of Zhao Laosi was dimly lit.

Zhao Laosi sat blankly on the kang (a heated brick bed), looking as if he had lost his soul.

A red cloth covered an offering table, on which were laid out a complete set of offerings: three cups of wine, five stacks of steamed buns, a whole cooked chicken...

An elderly man in his sixties stood in front of the offering table, wearing an indigo cloth jacket; he was the spirit medium who had been invited.

He held the King Wen Drum in one hand and the God-driving Whip in the other, striking them rhythmically.

The old man, with his eyes half-closed, swayed his head and hummed an ancient melody:

"The sun sets in the west, darkness falls, I close the city gates and lock them..."

"With my feet on incense sticks, I burn incense and beat drums, I invite the gods..."

"All immortals, heed my words! The disciples of the Zhao family are facing a calamity..."

"I won't summon the immortals without mustering my troops; please, let the fox and weasel warriors descend from the high mountains!"

A young woman in her early twenties sat cross-legged on a chair, listening to the drumming and chanting of the two deities. Her body trembled slightly involuntarily, and she appeared increasingly anxious. This was a sign that the deities were trying to possess her.

This woman, Hu Chuyao, is the real master.

The five immortals commonly known in folklore are "Fox, Weasel, White Fox, Willow, and Gray Fox," with the surname Hu corresponding to the Fox Immortal.

Her grandfather was a renowned shaman in the previous generation. Legend has it that he gained the ability to see into the yin and yang and invite spirits to take their seats because an old fox spirit who had cultivated for a hundred years was repaying his kindness.

However, this opportunity does not come out of thin air. Those who ascend to immortality often have special destinies and are destined to have a life full of hardships. They are either alone or widowed. They need to use their own blessings to support the immortals and help them get rid of disasters and difficulties, thereby accumulating merit.

Hu Chuyao has been able to see things that others cannot since she was a child. Until the year her grandfather passed away, she had a high fever for three days, and after waking up, she officially embarked on this path.

Seeing that the time was right, the old man whispered, "The immortals are about to bind your senses! Cover your head with red cloth to sever the connection between Yin and Yang!"

After saying that, he picked up a foot-long piece of bright red cloth from the offering table and covered Hu Chuyao's head with it.

The world instantly turned dark red, and Hu Chuyao felt a powerful force forcibly seizing control of her body.

The moment the red cloth was draped over the roof, the world was plunged into a dark red hue.

She gritted her teeth, preparing to embrace the weightlessness of being "bound" by the immortals.

But at that moment, that power suddenly trembled violently.

The candles on the altar flickered wildly without any wind.

Hu Chuyao, under the red cloth, groaned. She felt as if the power that was about to descend had crashed into an invisible wall, and a shrill scream came from the depths of her mind before receding like a tide.

The old man holding the Wenwang Drum suddenly changed his expression. The incense on the offering table flickered, and the three long sticks of incense went out!

"This..." The old man took a half step back, his face full of disbelief. He had lived for decades and this was the first time he had ever seen such a situation.

Beneath the red cloth, Hu Chuyao gasped for breath. The failed possession left her completely exhausted, a result of the pressure emanating from a higher being.

Almost at the same moment, Chen Yongqiang, who was bending over to pull weeds in the vegetable garden behind the house, seemed to sense something.

He subconsciously glanced in the direction of the Zhao family, an unintentional glance from the inheritor of this lineage.

The natural aura of mountains and rivers flowing around him was like a silent decree, startling away the immortals who were trying to descend.

Hu Chuyao herself lifted the red cloth. Her face was somewhat pale as she looked at the bewildered and uneasy Zhao family members:

"Your Zhao family has messed with someone you shouldn't have. I can't ask about his affairs."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Laosi's wife, Zhang Cuilan, panicked and grabbed Hu Chuyao's sleeve: "Master, what should we do? You can't just ignore this!"

Hu Chuyao gently brushed her hand away, stood up, and said, "The people who can help him are in your village."

"Who is it? Please tell me their name!" Zhang Cuilan pressed, almost kneeling down.

Hu Chuyao had already walked away without looking back.

She only vaguely sensed a power that could frighten away the immortals.

But she really didn't know who it was, and couldn't see its specific appearance.

Hu Chuyao left with the head constable. When they passed the gate of Chen Yongqiang's house, she seemed to sense something and stopped.