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

After leaving Wang Guixiang's house, Chen Yongqiang rode his bicycle back home.

As he passed the supply and marketing cooperative, he instinctively squeezed the brakes, slowing down the car.

The black and white television set displayed in the shop window caught his eye. If he could take one home, how lively it would be at night.

He hesitated for a moment, then started pedaling again. The immediate priority was securing the wasteland; every penny had to be spent wisely. Buying a television could wait.

As soon as Chen Yongqiang rode his bicycle into the dirt road at the entrance of the village, he saw a figure swaying as it approached.

It was Liu, the pig castrator, Wang Guixiang's ex-husband. He had a cloth bag slung over his shoulder and a set of distinctive pig castration tools in his hand, looking like he was going to castrate a pig for someone.

Chen Yongqiang slowed down. Liu Qiaozhu also saw him; his face, slightly swollen from the alcohol, was expressionless, and he silently passed by on his bicycle.

Chen Yongqiang knew perfectly well that Liu the Pig Castrator was an expert at castrating pigs and sheep.

Logically speaking, with this skill, supporting a family and making a good living should not be difficult.

But he developed a drinking problem. He would earn a little money and then immediately throw it into the wine jars at the village store, leaving his family destitute and eventually losing his wife.

Chen Yongqiang pedaled, and the wheels started turning again. Sometimes, people narrow their own path.

He pushed his bicycle into his yard. Lin Xiulian was sweeping the yard when she heard the noise. She looked up and saw Chen Yongqiang. A gentle smile appeared on her face.

"You're back? Have you eaten? There's still some porridge warming up on the stove, let me heat it up for you." She said, putting down the broom and heading to the kitchen.

"Don't bother, I've already eaten in town." Chen Yongqiang propped up his bicycle and took the bamboo basket off the back seat.

Chen Yongqiang carried a bamboo basket into the kitchen, and Lin Xiulian followed him in.

He took the items out of the basket one by one: a bag of flour, a small bag of mixed grains for feeding chickens, and several oil paper packages.

"I've bought everything you wanted," Chen Yongqiang said, deliberately pushing the few oil paper packages aside. "These are snacks; you can keep them to eat slowly."

Lin Xiulian leaned closer to take a look; they were peanuts and melon seeds. A warmth filled her heart; she knew Chen Yongqiang was concerned that she hadn't had a good appetite lately and was worried she wouldn't have any flavor.

"Why buy these? I'm not a child anymore."

Chen Yongqiang patted the flour off his hands. "Tell me what you want to eat. You're not alone now."

The atmosphere in the small house was warm and cozy. Lin Xiulian, still preoccupied with the bear pelt, couldn't help but ask, "How much did the bear pelt actually sell for?"

"Take a guess!" Chen Yongqiang took a sip of water.

"One hundred dollars?"

"To put it in perspective."

"two hundred?"

Chen Yongqiang didn't reply, but simply placed the wallet on the table: "Count it yourself."

Lin Xiulian loved counting money. She happily picked up her wallet and carefully counted the money.

The bear skin and bear paws sold for a total of 660 yuan. Two hundred yuan was given to Wang Guixiang as capital for purchasing medicinal herbs, and less than ten yuan was spent on flour, a schoolbag, and other miscellaneous items. Now there is about 450 yuan left in the wallet.

Seeing Chen Yongqiang's deliberately mysterious demeanor, Lin Xiulian couldn't help but smile.

She put down the broom, wiped her hands on her apron, and then came over to pick up the wallet from the table.

Unbutton it, and you'll find a stack of banknotes inside, mainly ten-yuan and five-yuan notes, with a few one-yuan notes sandwiched in between.

She sat on the stool, bent down and started counting, counting each bill very carefully.

After counting, she counted again from the beginning, then looked up with surprise in her eyes: "Four hundred and fifty-three yuan and eight mao! That much?"

"Keep this safe for now, you might need it in a few days," Chen Yongqiang said, turning and walking out of the kitchen.

He picked up the hoe leaning against the wall and walked towards the vegetable garden behind the house.

Chen Yongqiang took extra care of this vegetable garden because it was close to his home. However, a few days ago, a dog named Haha came from somewhere and started eating the tender seedlings, ruining a lot of the vegetables.

"I wonder if they caught that trap or not, haha," Chen Yongqiang thought to himself.

He went around the corner and immediately saw that the trap had been triggered.

The rat was hit by the bamboo arrow and lay motionless in the trap.

Chen Yongqiang squatted down to examine it carefully. The bamboo arrow had hit a vital spot, and the scourge was finally gone.

He cleaned up the scene and buried Haha's body in the vegetable garden as fertilizer.

As evening approached, Chen Yongqiang finished his dinner and strolled towards the east end of the village.

Village chief Yang Dahai had just finished cleaning up the dishes and was sitting in the yard smoking a pipe.

Upon seeing Chen Yongqiang enter, he tapped his pipe: "Yongqiang's here, please come in and have a seat?"

Chen Yongqiang sat down on the stone bench and got straight to the point: "Uncle, I've come to discuss with you the matter of contracting that piece of wasteland in the north of the village."

Yang Dahai was somewhat surprised: "That patch of reeds? It's very arid; nothing can grow there. What do you need it for?"

"I haven't decided yet, but I feel it's a shame that the land is left barren." Chen Yongqiang didn't reveal the secret of how he could draw mountain spring water.

Yang Dahai pondered for a moment, then filled another pipe with tobacco: "That area is at least twenty acres. Are you really planning to lease it?"

Chen Yongqiang nodded firmly. But Yang Dahai couldn't make the decision alone.

"Okay, I'll bring this up at the next village meeting," Yang Dahai said, exhaling a puff of smoke.

"But Yongqiang, you need to think this through. That land has been barren for so many years. It will take a lot of effort to develop it."

"Village chief, I've been thinking about this for a while now. As long as the village agrees, I'll give it a try no matter how difficult it is." Chen Yongqiang was planning to acquire the land first, and then bring in the mountain spring water.

The wasteland will be transformed into fertile land, and who knows how many people will be envious of that.

As they were talking, Gao Yuanyuan, a volunteer teacher from the village primary school, also arrived at Yang Dahai's house.

As soon as she entered the courtyard and saw Chen Yongqiang there, she turned around and tried to leave.

Yang Dahai called out to her, "Teacher Gao, is there something you need?"

Gao Yuanyuan had no choice but to turn around and say, "It's like this, isn't there a piece of land behind the school? I want to grow some vegetables, it's not good to always take the villagers' vegetables."

"That's all? You can just take it and plant it. No one will say anything. That plot of land was originally allocated to the school by the village," Yang Dahai said truthfully.

"That's great! I'll have to borrow some farm tools from you!" Gao Yuanyuan rarely showed a smile.

When Chen Yongqiang arrived at Gao Yuanyuan's place, he couldn't understand why he had been scolded for kindly bringing her wild boar meat that day.

"Teacher Gao, is there some misunderstanding between us?"

"No...no misunderstanding." Gao Yuan'ai didn't want to mention being spied on while bathing in front of the village chief.

"Then you..." Chen Yongqiang wanted to ask more.

"Stop talking, just pretend it never happened," Gao Yuan'ai interrupted Chen Yongqiang.