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

Chen Yongqiang was carrying a hoe as he came out from behind the house, preparing to go home for dinner.

Their eyes met unexpectedly in mid-air.

Chen Yongqiang simply nodded slightly, as if he had seen a stranger passing by, as a greeting.

But when Hu Chuyao saw that glance, her heart inexplicably tightened.

She immediately lowered her head and walked calmly past the gate.

It wasn't until I had walked more than ten steps that the invisible sense of oppression gradually dissipated.

Hu Chuyao didn't turn around, but she already understood. She knew that the being who had startled the immortals and prevented her from sitting down was the seemingly ordinary farmer with the hoe.

Chen Yongqiang, who was in the courtyard, put his hoe against the wall. He just felt that the strange woman's eyes were a little too bright, unlike the women in the village, but he didn't think much of it.

"Dinner's ready!" Lin Xiulian's voice pulled Chen Yongqiang back to reality.

He washed his hands and went into the kitchen. The aroma of stewed chicken was very strong. Lin Xiulian was putting freshly steamed buns on the table.

Meanwhile, Zhao Laosi's house was in complete chaos.

"Who did you offend? Tell me!" Zhang Cuilan cried, forcefully shoving her husband who was sitting blankly on the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed).

Zhao Laosi's eyes were fixed, his lips trembled, but he couldn't utter a single word.

Among the neighbors crowding at the door to watch the commotion, someone whispered a reminder: "Who else could it be? Come to think of it, it's probably Old Wang."

These words seemed to remind Zhang Cuilan that on the day of Wang Laoshuan's burial, her husband had indeed taken their son there, intending to take advantage of the family's misfortune. Everyone in the village knew this, but in the end, it didn't work out.

Zhang Cuilan's legs went weak, and she collapsed to the ground, slapping her thighs and wailing, "Oh dear! What are we going to do! Even consulting a shaman didn't help, is this going to drive our whole family to our deaths...?"

Chen Yongqiang had just finished eating when Ding Wanru rushed over.

"Something terrible has happened, Yongqiang, something's happened..." she shouted breathlessly as she stood outside the courtyard.

Chen Yongqiang came out of the kitchen: "What happened? Tell me slowly."

"Zhao Laosi is possessed by an evil spirit. His wife, Zhang Cuilan, is causing a scene at Zhang Shen's house right now! She's crying and shouting, and no one can stop her!" Ding Wanru briefly explained the situation.

Chen Yongqiang grabbed his coat and put it on: "Didn't we just invite a shaman to come and see things this evening? How come you're causing trouble at Zhang Shen's house again?"

"It's even more amazing after watching it!" Ding Wanru said as she walked out with Chen Yongqiang.

"Zhang Cuilan believes that Zhang Shen caused this trouble by sending Zhao Laosi to Wang Laoshuan's house to eat the childless child, and that's why she came knocking on their door!"

The two walked quickly along the village path, and from afar they could hear heart-wrenching cries coming from the direction of Zhang Shen's house, interspersed with the words of comfort from bystanders and the chatter of onlookers.

A large number of villagers had already gathered outside Zhang Shen's courtyard gate, all craning their necks to look inside.

The courtyard gate was open, and Zhang Cuilan was sitting on the ground, her hair disheveled, patting the ground with her hands.

"Old Wang is already dead, yet he still wants to harm others. My fourth son was wrong that day, but he's already like this, what are we going to do?"

In the dimly lit doorway, Zhang Shen stood there, groping his way along the door frame.

Her eyesight was poor, and she could only vaguely make out a figure: "Cuilan... what use is it for you to come to a blind old woman like me with this matter..."

Chen Yongqiang pushed through the crowd into the courtyard, just in time to overhear a whisper from the villagers: "If you ask me, Zhao Laosi has done too many wicked things; this is retribution!"

"What are you saying? Do you believe I'll tear your mouth apart?" Zhang Cuilan turned her head, her eyes red, and was about to pounce on the person who spoke.

"Stop!" Chen Yongqiang shouted, instantly putting order on the scene.

"If Wang Laoshuan really comes back to find you, you should go to Wang Laoshuan's grave to offer incense and apologize, instead of causing trouble here."

Someone in the crowd whispered in agreement: "Yongqiang is right..."

Zhang Cuilan wiped away her tears with the back of her hand, no longer daring to make a scene.

Just then, a cough came from outside the crowd, and village chief Yang Dahai walked over quickly, wearing a coat.

He glanced around the courtyard: "What kind of nonsense is this, gathering here so late at night? Disperse, disperse!"

Yang Dahai walked up to Zhang Cuilan and said, "What's the use of making a scene here? Tomorrow morning, I'll go with you to visit Wang Laoshuan's grave."

The crowd dispersed, and Chen Yongqiang still couldn't figure out what kind of evil had possessed Zhao Laosi.

Leaving aside the Zhao family's affairs for now, there is another more pressing problem that needs to be addressed: the wild boar king in the back mountain.

Chen Yongqiang returned home and checked his equipment. He planned to go deep into the mountains the next day to completely eliminate that wild boar king.

The next morning, Chen Yongqiang finished explaining things to Lin Xiulian about his family and then carried his hunting rifle to prepare to go up the mountain.

Before he even stepped out of the courtyard gate, he suddenly felt something brushing against his feet. Looking down, he saw that it was the little wolf cub, Tianlang, who had followed him out.

This little guy is only two months old, and he doesn't even reach knee height when he stands up.

Chen Yongqiang squatted down and rubbed Tianlang's head: "Go back."

Sirius whimpered and clung to his trouser leg with its front paws, refusing to let go.

"Xiulian, bring Tianlang back," Chen Yongqiang shouted into the house.

Hearing the sound, Lin Xiulian came out of the kitchen and hugged Tianlang tightly: "When you grow up a bit more, I will naturally take you up the mountain."

Chen Yongqiang turned and stepped onto the path leading to Qinglong Mountain. As he passed Ding Wanru's house, he saw her carrying a bamboo basket as she came out of the yard.

"Brother Yongqiang! Are you going into the mountains? I'm going into the mountains too." Ding Wanru's eyes lit up and she quickly came to greet him.

Today she wore a neat blue cotton shirt, her long hair was braided into a thick braid and swung behind her, and the slightly worn medicine basket on her back already contained several tools for gathering herbs.

"This trip involves going deep into the mountains, which is quite dangerous. You'd better not go," Chen Yongqiang explained.

Ding Wanru quickened her pace to catch up with him: "Isn't it you who's here? Rare medicinal herbs can only be found deep in the mountains."

"We've almost run out of several key herbs recently, and we can't find any decent ones in the shallower parts of the back mountain anymore. If we don't go deeper into the mountains soon, some people in the village will have fevers and coughs, and I won't even be able to gather a complete prescription."

Seeing her insistence, Chen Yongqiang hesitated for a moment: "I can only take you to the big stone wall, and then you'll have to go back."

Ding Wanru immediately agreed: "Okay, let's go to the Great Stone Wall!"

That place is called Dashibi, the place where Chen Yongqiang and Ding Wangu dug up wild ginseng last time.

The two walked along the mountain path for another half hour, and the outline of the mountain god temple halfway up the mountain gradually became clear.

"As is customary, let's pay our respects before we go," Chen Yongqiang said, and went inside first.

He solemnly bowed three times before the statue of the mountain god and placed incense sticks into the incense burner. Ding Wanru also clasped her hands together, bowed, and closed her eyes to pray silently for a moment.

"May the mountain god bless this trip into the mountains with everything going smoothly," Chen Yongqiang silently prayed.

The Mountain God System gave him an extremely difficult task.

No matter how difficult it is, he must complete it.