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

Seeing He Jun sweating profusely from the pain, Gao Yuanyuan knew that enduring it like this was not a solution, so she had no choice but to turn around and ask Ding Wanru for help.

Ding Wanru rushed over with her medicine kit and knelt down to carefully examine He Jun's injuries.

She pressed on the swollen area a few times, and He Jun immediately grimaced and gasped.

"The toe bone is fine, it's just a skin and flesh injury, and the tendons are a bit twisted." Ding Wanru took out some herbs and crushed them.

"Change this medicine once a day, and you'll be fine after three to five days of rest. Don't exert yourself these few days, or you'll recover more slowly."

Her movements as she applied the medicine were gentle and skillful. He Jun looked at her focused profile and momentarily forgot his pain.

At this moment, Chen Yongqiang was pacing back and forth on the wasteland at the west end of the village.

This 20-acre plot of land stands alone at the entrance of the village, a solitary little hill.

The soil is barren and covered with gravel. When it rains, the rainwater flows away down the slope and cannot be retained at all.

Chen Yongqiang trudged to the top of the mountain, looking around. In the distance, the Qinglong Mountains stretched endlessly.

"Where does this mountain spring water come from?" he muttered to himself.

Since the system suggests that we can bring the spring water here, there must be a way.

The most urgent task is to first contract the land and then build a reservoir. Once the irrigation problem is solved, this wasteland can be transformed into fertile farmland.

A few days later, things took a turn for the better.

Village chief Yang Dahai convened a meeting of the entire village, and Chen Yongqiang naturally arrived at the village office early.

As soon as he entered the village office, he noticed several unfamiliar faces, a middle-aged couple, and two identical twin girls, about eighteen or nineteen years old, standing quietly beside them.

Both sisters had two jet-black braids and wore floral shirts.

They stood behind their parents, their clear eyes curiously observing the villagers watching.

When Chen Yongqiang's gaze swept over her, the younger sister instinctively hid behind her older sister.

Yang Dahai stood on the steps and tapped his pipe: "Everyone's here. Let me introduce you. This family's surname is Qin."

He turned to the family of four and said, "They used to live in a place where a reservoir was to be built, so they moved to our village to settle down."

A commotion immediately broke out below. A gruff voice boomed from the crowd: "Here come another group to register their residency? Our village's land was all distributed long ago!"

"That's right, the land was all distributed when the household responsibility system was implemented. Where would there be any land left for new households now?" someone chimed in.

Yang Dahai coughed heavily, and waited for the discussion to subside before speaking: "Relocation is permitted by policy; even without land allocation, people must register their household registration. Technician Qin used to work at the Agricultural Research Institute; he's a talented individual."

"How can we settle down if we don't have land? We can't just take someone else's land, can we?"

Yang Dahai made a direct decision: "The village will find a way to handle the land issue. In short, the land that has already been allocated will not be touched."

With Yang Dahai's words, the villagers whispered among themselves that as long as their land wasn't touched, it would be fine.

Yang Dahai raised his hand to quell the murmurs: "Now let's talk about something else. Chen Yongqiang has proposed to contract that piece of wasteland at the west end of the village. What are your opinions?"

These words silenced the previously noisy meeting room for a moment, before bursting into laughter.

"Yongqiang, are you burning money? That place isn't even a rabbit would poop there!"

"Exactly! Didn't the Wang family suffer the same fate two years ago? They lost everything, down to their last pair of pants!"

Chen Yongqiang stepped forward without changing his expression: "I will pay the contract fee as promised, not a penny less to the village. If there are any losses, I will cover them."

Liu Qiaozhu laughed so hard he almost fell over: "What are you planting? Rocks?"

"What I plant is my own business." Chen Yongqiang had already planned to plant apple trees.

He has a pest-resistant apple sapling in his space, but the space is too small to plant many.

Chen Yongqiang has made the most of his space by using it for breeding.

These words abruptly silenced the laughter of many. Someone muttered quietly, "That's actually a good deal..."

Yang Dahai confirmed again and again: "Yongqiang, have you thought this through? Even grass can't grow well on that land."

"I've thought it through, and I'm prepared to contract the land for another thirty years." This is the maximum term for which land can be contracted.

Yang Dahai asked incredulously, "How many years? Thirty years?"

The meeting room immediately erupted in chaos.

"Thirty years? He's insane!"

"Even a three-year lease on that lousy land is too long, let alone thirty years..."

Chen Yongqiang explained, "Village chief, you know that's barren land. We'll have to invest money for the first five years, leveling the land and improving the soil. Everything requires investment. If we don't extend the contract, by the time I've finally fertilized the land, the contract will be over. Wouldn't all that work be for nothing?"

Liu Qiaozhu sneered from the crowd: "Yongqiang, are you planning to spend the rest of your life in that wasteland?"

"Whether I spend my whole life with someone or not is my business," Chen Yongqiang said without changing his expression.

These words stirred something in many people. Accountant Zhou leaned close to Yang Dahai's ear and whispered, "Village Chief, a thirty-year contract would also be a source of income for the village."

Yang Dahai pondered for a moment, tapping his pipe lightly on the edge of the steps: "Yongqiang, you need to think this through. Thirty years... if you lose it all, you'll have ruined half your life."

"I've thought this through very clearly. I'm confident I can transform that wasteland. Even if I end up losing money, I'll accept it."

Yang Dahai slowly began, "Since Yongqiang has put it this way, let's vote. Those who agree to contract the wasteland at the west end of the village to Chen Yongqiang for thirty years, raise your hands!"

"Wait a minute!" a voice came from behind the crowd.

Everyone turned around and saw He Jun, leaning on a cane, limping forward. "I also want to contract that piece of land."

He actually looked down on that wasteland, but he would interfere with anything Chen Yongqiang wanted to do.

Yang Dahai frowned: "He Jun, what are you doing here? You can't even put weight on your feet, what are you doing contracting wasteland?"

"Village chief, if Chen Yongqiang can take on the contract, why can't I?" He Jun's words left Yang Dahai speechless.

The room fell silent. Everyone looked at Chen Yongqiang.

Chen Yongqiang said calmly, "I'm offering ten yuan per year for those twenty acres of wasteland, to be paid in a lump sum over thirty years, for a total of three hundred yuan. How much are you prepared to offer?"

This price sent chills down the spines of the villagers. In the early 1980s, three hundred yuan was equivalent to two or three years' income for a strong laborer.

He Jun gritted his teeth: "Then I'll pay eleven yuan a year!"

Chen Yongqiang suddenly laughed, a laugh that carried a deeper meaning: "Then I don't want it, I'll give it to He Jun."

These words caused an uproar in the room.

He Jun was stunned. He had originally planned to raise the price further and make Chen Yongqiang bleed more money, but he didn't expect the other party to give up directly.

Yang Dahai frowned: "He Jun, eleven yuan a year, that's three hundred and thirty years. Are you sure you want to take on the contract?"

"I..." He Jun was speechless for a moment.

He never even considered actually contracting that wasteland, let alone at such a high price.

Chen Yongqiang looked at He Jun with a leisurely air: "Since He Jun is willing to pay a high price, he must have found a good solution to the irrigation problem. Then I won't take what's offered."