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

As she spoke, she reached out, wanting to lift the coarse cloth to see what was inside.

Chen Yongqiang reacted quickly, grabbing her wrist: "Don't look, it's not a wild boar. We'll call you when we catch one later."

Liang Meie's hand stopped when he pressed it down, and seeing the unusually serious expression on his face, she immediately understood seven or eight parts of the situation.

The contents of that basket are probably far more important than the wild boar. Being a quick-witted woman, she immediately withdrew her hand, her smile unchanged: "Alright! Then I'll be waiting for your good news!"

Chen Yongqiang said no more, nodded to her, pushed off with his feet, and continued on his way.

Upon arriving in town, the streets were much busier than usual.

Since the land was distributed to individual households, people no longer had to crowd together to earn those meager work points. Many hardworking people were freed up and went into the mountains to find some mountain products, which they then sold on the street to earn some extra money.

Dried bamboo shoots, mushrooms, and scattered wild fruits—various stalls lined the street, their calls and bargaining echoing throughout.

Chen Yongqiang pushed his bicycle, slowly weaving through the slightly crowded streets. Unlike them, Chen Yongqiang was a professional hunter.

Not long after, the bicycle stopped in front of the cobbled ground in front of the leather shop.

Chen Yongqiang unloaded the bamboo basket from the back seat and carried it into the somewhat dimly lit shop.

Wang Baoshan was facing away from the door, hunched over, arranging several half-tanned animal hides on a wooden frame.

"Uncle Wang, you're busy!" Chen Yongqiang called out.

Wang Baoshan turned around at the sound of the voice and saw Chen Yongqiang. A smile appeared on his face: "Yongqiang! How many rabbit skins did you bring this time?" He habitually assumed that Chen Yongqiang had come to sell those ordinary skins.

"There aren't many rabbit pelts this time," Chen Yongqiang said, moving the bamboo basket forward and lowering his voice. "I have something good that I'd like you to take a look at."

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Wang Baoshan raised his white eyebrows. "What good stuff? Take it out and let me see."

Chen Yongqiang didn't rush to act. He glanced at the bustling street outside the door and said, "Uncle Wang, this thing is a bit conspicuous. Could we... talk about it in the backyard?"

Seeing his cautious expression, Wang Baoshan immediately understood seven or eight parts of the situation.

He didn't ask any more questions, just nodded, and led Chen Yongqiang toward the narrow gate leading to the backyard.

Once they reached the backyard and found no one around, Chen Yongqiang lifted the coarse cloth covering the basket.

Wang Baoshan leaned closer for a look, gasped, and said in a low voice, "Good heavens! You've hit a bear!"

He reached out and touched the thick, dense fur, his tone full of astonishment.

"I had no choice but to hunt it because I was attacked by this bear." Chen Yongqiang explained the reason for the hunt as self-defense, making his statement airtight.

Wang Baoshan was a shrewd man and naturally understood the intricacies of the matter, so he didn't ask any further questions about the details.

He bent down, carefully examining the hide's integrity, color, and tanning process. After a while, he straightened up and asked, "How do you plan to sell this?"

"You and my grandfather have a long-standing friendship, and you've always been fair when it comes to leather. Give me a fair price, and I won't haggle," Chen Yongqiang said, playing the emotional card at the opportune moment.

Since his grandfather's generation, all the hides he hunted had been sold to Wang Baoshan, a practice he maintained for decades.

Wang Baoshan didn't rush to offer a price, but instead asked, "Are the bear paws and gallbladders still there?"

"The bear paws are at the bottom of the basket, and I gave the bear bile to the village doctor," Chen Yongqiang told the truth.

Upon hearing this, Wang Baoshan took out the bear skin, and sure enough, there were four bear paws lying at the bottom of the bamboo basket.

"When your grandfather was alive, we always had a fixed price; we never ripped off anyone." He looked at Chen Yongqiang and quoted the price:

"This leather has been processed fairly well. For the current condition, I'll give you this price."

Wang Baoshan held up three fingers: "Three hundred yuan. Cash. Bear paws are extra, eighty yuan each for the two hind paws, and one hundred yuan each for the two front paws."

Chen Yongqiang did the math and figured he would get a total of 660 yuan, which was a huge sum of money in those days.

"Alright, we'll go with the price Uncle Wang quoted." He was just wondering what to do with the four bear paws.

The transaction was completed quickly, with money exchanged for goods on the spot.

Wang Baoshan turned around and took out a cloth bag from the inner room. He counted out the banknotes and handed them to Chen Yongqiang, and specially instructed him: "Yongqiang, if you catch a tiger, you must keep the tiger skin for me."

Chen Yongqiang stuffed the money into his inner pocket: "This depends on luck!"

Hunting a tiger is no easy task.

By the 1990s, many things were no longer used, and relying solely on a hunting rifle was not a long-term solution.

However, it was still the early 1980s, and hunting allowed him to quickly accumulate some capital.

As Chen Yongqiang walked out of the leather shop, he pondered the wasteland north of the village: "If I could contract it to grow fruit trees, that would be a path with a visible future."

This matter needs careful consideration. Chen Yongqiang put his thoughts aside and pushed his bicycle back to Wang Guixiang's vegetable stall.

"Yongqiang, you haven't been to the market for days!" Wang Guixiang greeted him warmly as she was tidying up the vegetables on her stall.

"I went into the mountains a few days ago, so I didn't come." Chen Yongqiang stopped the car.

"Did you catch any wild boars? Some regular customers have been asking about it these past few days," Wang Guixiang said as she walked out from behind the vegetable stall.

"We were unlucky this time and didn't encounter any wild boars." Chen Yongqiang took a cloth bag from the back seat of the car.

"I do have some cucumbers and eggplants, which look pretty good. I'll leave them with you to sell on consignment."

These were all harvested from the system space, totaling about a hundred kilograms. If sold, they would only be worth a few yuan, which Chen Yongqiang found unappealing. It would be more suitable for Wang Guixiang to sell them.

Wang Guixiang took the bag, opened it, and exclaimed, "The quality is truly exceptional! I only knew you were a skilled hunter, but I never imagined you were so adept at growing vegetables as well."

Chen Yongqiang jokingly replied, "I have many more skills than that."

Wang Guixiang naturally understood the hidden meaning in his words. She rolled her eyes at him, but her cheeks secretly warmed up, and a sense of anticipation arose inexplicably in her heart.

"Sister Guixiang, you go ahead with your work, I'm going to take a look around the market." Chen Yongqiang said, turning to leave.

"Okay, go ahead," Wang Guixiang quickly replied, adding, "Remember to come eat lunch here!"

Watching Chen Yongqiang push the cart away into the distance, she couldn't help but smile, like a young wife waiting for her husband to return.

Chen Yongqiang pushed his cart and first went to the grain and oil shop in town to buy a bag of refined white flour, and then bought some mixed grains to feed the chickens.

After taking care of Lin Xiulian's instructions and carefully tying the rice and grain to the back of his bicycle, he pushed the bicycle back into the market.

What might seem like just a spectacle to ordinary people is, in the eyes of Chen Yongqiang, a reborn individual, an opportunity at every turn.

His gaze swept over each stall. Those mountain products and medicinal herbs that were rare in the early 1980s were nothing out of the ordinary in his eyes.

Chen Yongqiang knew that those little trinkets, which were currently ignored, would become priceless in the future.

Chen Yongqiang stopped in front of a medicinal herb stall and casually picked up a few astragalus roots.

If he remembers correctly, the county will establish a medicinal herb company next spring, and the price of this type of wild astragalus will double.

As he walked and stopped, he had already made up his mind: "If we live off the land, maybe we can get Sister Guixiang to switch to collecting mountain products and medicinal herbs."