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

Chen Yongqiang rode his bicycle out of the village and saw a familiar figure walking on the dirt road ahead.

Wearing a light blue floral shirt and with two jet-black braids hanging over her shoulders, she was Gao Yuanyuan, a volunteer teacher at the village primary school.

She was carrying a cloth bag and was walking slowly toward the town.

Chen Yongqiang quickened his pace a few steps, and the car slowed down beside her.

"Teacher Gao, are you also going to town to buy things?" he greeted in his usual tone.

Gao Yuanyuan turned her head and saw that it was Chen Yongqiang, so she took two steps to the side of the road and deliberately kept her distance.

She pursed her lips, her gaze fixed on the dirt road ahead, as if there was no one at all.

Chen Yongqiang's smile froze, and his grip on the handlebars tightened.

"Fine, I guess I was being nosy." He muttered to himself, pushed off hard with his foot, and the bicycle sped up again, passing Gao Yuanyuan.

Gao Yuanyuan still misunderstood that Chen Yongqiang had spied on her while she was taking a shower that day, which was why he was so cold towards her.

Chen Yongqiang rode his bicycle to the town market and parked it in front of Wang Guixiang's vegetable stall.

Wang Guixiang was tidying up the vegetables on her stall when she looked up and saw him. Her face immediately lit up with a smile: "Yongqiang, you're here!"

She put down her work and went over to help unload the bamboo basket from the back rack of the bicycle.

"It seems like there are more wild boar meat vendors at the market lately," she said, counting the pieces of meat.

While muttering to himself, "The Zhang brothers also brought in quite a lot this morning, and the price is a bit lower than usual."

Chen Yongqiang carried the meat onto the stall, his expression calm.

He had long anticipated this day. Now that policies have been relaxed, farmers are looking for ways to increase their income, and wild boar, with its meat and hides, has naturally become a hot commodity. The Zhang brothers were just one of them.

"We'll sell our own products and not worry about others." He knew that things would return to normal after this storm passed.

Wang Guixiang wiped the fine sweat from her forehead: "You're right. I'm just worried that wild boars will become increasingly difficult to hunt in the future."

Chen Yongqiang also knew that after being driven away by the farmers, he would probably have to go deep into the mountains to hunt in the future.

He had already made his plans. The prey in the low mountains couldn't withstand so many people's coveting it; only by venturing into the remote, deep mountains could he find decent prey.

Fortunately, he has accumulated a wealth of experience in the mountains and forests over the years and is not afraid of the deep mountains.

"You keep selling them, I have some things to take care of," Chen Yongqiang instructed Wang Guixiang. "You set the price, but don't push it too low."

"Don't worry, I know what I'm doing." Wang Guixiang nodded knowingly and watched him turn and walk into the crowd at the market.

Chen Yongqiang left Wang Guixiang's stall and strolled into the bustling market.

As soon as he turned the corner, his eyes were drawn to the scene before him.

The once wide streets are now crowded with stalls, and many unfamiliar farmers are spreading out their snakeskin bags in front of them, filled with all kinds of mountain products.

Fresh mushrooms, bundles of herbs, and even a few wild rabbits and pheasants with their feet tied.

The sounds of vendors hawking their wares and haggling filled the air, and the crowds thronged the market, which was quickly turning it into a street full of mountain produce.

He slowed down and stopped to observe each stall.

Besides common wood ear mushrooms and hazel mushrooms, there were also many wild fruits and roots that he couldn't name.

An old man had several good-looking he shou wu (Polygonum multiflorum) plants in front of him, while another woman had a basket filled with freshly picked bracken.

"Come and see! Fresh monkey head mushrooms from Qinglong Mountain!" a young man shouted at the top of his lungs.

Chen Yongqiang squatted down, picked up a monkey head mushroom, and examined it. The quality was indeed quite good. "How much?"

"It's three cents a pound, and you can get a discount if you buy them all," the young man enthusiastically explained.

Chen Yongqiang didn't haggle, put down the mushrooms, and continued browsing. He noticed that the Zhang brothers' stall was not far away; in addition to wild boar meat, they also had several tanned rabbit skins on display, and their business seemed quite booming.

He thought to himself: It seems that the mountain products of Qinglong Mountain are indeed much more abundant than before.

Farmers sensed a business opportunity and flocked to the mountains. The output in the foothills probably couldn't sustain such intense harvesting for long.

Chen Yongqiang strolled slowly through the bustling market, his eyes scanning each stall with keen insight.

He was in no hurry to make a move, but instead observed the root and stem medicinal herbs still covered in soil.

In an inconspicuous corner, an elderly man with gray hair squatted there, with several plants still covered in damp soil spread out on a snakeskin bag in front of him. Chen Yongqiang stopped and squatted down.

"Uncle, how much is this Polygonatum?" He picked up a medicinal herb with a complete root system and squeezed its thick rootstock.

The old man looked up at him and held up three fingers: "Three cents a plant, just dug up recently, they're all very fresh."

Chen Yongqiang examined the root system; the roots of these Solomon's seal plants were intact, and they were indeed capable of being planted.

He then noticed several plants with unique leaves nearby: "Did you also dig up this Paris polyphylla?"

"Young man, you have good taste!" The old man perked up. "This was found in a deep ditch; it took a lot of effort."

Chen Yongqiang then selected several Dendrobium officinale and Asparagus cochinchinensis plants. These are all medicinal herbs with high value and easy to cultivate in the space.

"I'll take all of these." He finally selected seven or eight kinds of medicinal herbs. "Give me a fair price."

After some bargaining, Chen Yongqiang bought all the medicinal herbs with roots at a reasonable price.

The old man carefully wrapped the roots with damp moss and then tied them securely with straw rope.

Chen Yongqiang carried the large bag of medicinal herbs back home, already making plans in his mind: these herbs, cultivated in the spiritual field of his space, would soon be able to multiply into a large area. Then, he could not only sell the herbs but also cultivate seedlings for sale, which would be much more profitable than simply selling mountain produce.

Suddenly he was drawn by a loud, boisterous hawking cry:

"A hundred-year-old red Ganoderma lucidum, come and have a look!" A middle-aged farmer dressed in coarse cloth stood by the roadside, holding up a dark red Ganoderma lucidum and shouting enthusiastically.

Several passersby gathered around, pointing and whispering. One of them, an old man wearing a straw hat, shook his head and said, "Why does your Ganoderma look like a pagoda? Is it fake? A hundred-year-old red Ganoderma isn't that easy to find!"

The middle-aged man, his face flushed with anxiety, exclaimed, "I picked this myself from the old forest of Qinglong Mountain, it's absolutely true! If you don't know its value, don't talk nonsense!"

Chen Yongqiang strode forward. He already knew the recipe for the Body Tempering Pill by heart, and among the most difficult-to-find main ingredients was this century-old Crimson Lingzhi.

He had searched the mountains many times without success, but unexpectedly encountered it at this market today.

"Let me see," Chen Yongqiang said in a deep voice.

Seeing his serious expression, the middle-aged man quickly handed him the Ganoderma lucidum.

Chen Yongqiang took it and examined it carefully. The Ganoderma lucidum was dark red like blood, and it was not an ordinary umbrella shape, but an irregular tower shape.

There are more than 100 layers from bottom to top, with each layer representing a year, and there is also a unique medicinal fragrance.

It was indeed true. Chen Yongqiang was secretly delighted, but he remained outwardly calm.

"How much do you want to sell it for?"

Seeing that he knew his stuff, the middle-aged man held up two fingers: "Two hundred yuan, not a penny less!"

An uproar erupted around them. This price was astronomical for the market.