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

"Thank you, Brother Yongqiang!"

Several young men rushed forward to grab the soda, their faces beaming with joy. Normally, they wouldn't dare spend money to buy this rare treat.

Hearing the commotion, the old accountant, with a stern face, said, "Want wages? No way! You're hauling your own fertilizer; isn't it only right that you put in the effort?"

"If we're really talking about wages, when it comes time to distribute the fertilizer, won't the money have to be divided equally among each household, and you'll have to pay for it yourselves?" The old accountant's words left the young men speechless.

Upon hearing this, the young men dared not ask for money again and silently began drinking their soda.

After they finished drinking, Chen Yongqiang collected the empty glass bottles, went to the convenience store to get his deposit back, and then drove his tractor, loaded with fertilizer, back to Shimen Village.

Back at the village headquarters, Yang Dahai immediately used a loudspeaker to announce to the entire village: "Attention everyone! The fertilizer for spring planting has been delivered. Come to the headquarters at 2 PM to collect it! I'll say it again, 2 PM to collect the fertilizer."

Chen Yongqiang walked into the brigade headquarters: "Village chief, I have to go to Linjiatun this afternoon. Could you give me my fertilizer first?"

Yang Dahai handed over the microphone: "Okay."

He then instructed the old accountant beside him, "Old Zhou, register Yongqiang's family's information first, and bring out his share. Also, settle the transportation fees for those two trips for him as well."

Accountant Zhou Changshan fiddled with the abacus, separating the two small piles of fertilizer: "Yongqiang, your family has 1.8 mu of land, so give us 8 jin of urea and 12 jin of phosphate fertilizer. Put your fingerprint here."

Looking at the pitifully small amount, Chen Yongqiang quickly calculated in his mind: "This little bit of urea is only enough for one mu of sorghum to be fertilized once, and there are still fifteen mu of apple orchards waiting to be planted."

As he pressed his fingerprint on the document, he asked, "Accountant Zhou, how much does this fertilizer cost?"

Zhou Changshan didn't even look up. "Urea is 12 cents a pound, and phosphate fertilizer is 0.8 cents. That's 1.92 yuan in total. It'll be deducted from your transportation fee."

Chen Yongqiang, however, was thinking something else entirely: "It seems that relying solely on this amount of planned fertilizer is far from enough. We need to find a way to get more chemical fertilizer."

Looking at the eight yuan and eight cents left in his hand, Chen Yongqiang felt that the shipping fee was indeed a bit low.

Yang Dahai could naturally see what he was thinking, and patted him on the shoulder: "Yongqiang, you know that our village is poor, so the transportation cost has to be shared equally among all the households. When the village is better off in the future, I will definitely make up for it for you."

"I understand. So, if we calculate it this way, our family will have to split the transportation cost by another ten cents, right?" Chen Yongqiang said, counting out another ten cents and handing it to Zhou Changshan.

"Hey, now the accounts are all settled, and we're even." Zhou Changshan took the money and wrote it down in his notebook.

Chen Yongqiang did the math in his head and realized that he hadn't made much money from this deal.

He pulled Yang Dahai aside and lowered his voice: "Village chief, I need your help. If Village Chief Lin from Linjiatun asks about the transportation fee later, please tell him it's fifteen yuan. I can give our village a discount, but for other villages, it should be the same as usual."

Yang Dahai chuckled and pointed at Chen Yongqiang with his finger: "You little rascal, you're quick-witted! Okay, I'll pass on the message. You've been a good friend to our village, and as for those outside, go ahead and make your money!"

After exchanging pleasantries, Chen Yongqiang started the tractor, loaded with his meager amount of fertilizer, and headed home.

Before the tractor even reached the gate of the yard, Lin Defu and Qin Shan heard the noise and came out of the house.

"Yongqiang, are you done with your work? Why haven't I seen Village Chief Yang?" Lin Defu greeted him.

Chen Yongqiang parked the tractor and jumped off: "He's at the brigade headquarters; he still has some things to finish up. He'll be over in a bit."

Lin Defu smiled as he looked the tractor over: "You're really something, kid! Buying both a TV and a tractor, you're the first one for miles around!"

"Village Chief Lin, please don't flatter me. I was just lucky. I caught a big one in Qingba Reservoir at the end of last year and sold it for a good price."

Many people in the nearby villages knew that Chen Yongqiang sold fish in the town, and that reason was plausible.

"Now Old Lin can finally enjoy some good fortune too." The Old Lin that Lin Defu was referring to was Chen Yongqiang's father-in-law.

Lin Defu was somewhat surprised to learn that Chen Yongqiang was now living with Lin Xiulian.

But looking at Chen Yongqiang's current family situation, it's ultimately a good thing that Lin Xiulian can live a good life.

Just before lunchtime, Yang Dahai, having finished his business, also rushed over.

They were both village chiefs, so he and Lin Defu were old acquaintances.

At the dinner table, Lin Defu brought up a topic: "Old Yang, I heard that your Shimen Village is going to build its own red brick kiln?"

Yang Dahai put down his wine glass, sighed, and said, "Our Shimen Village is dirt poor. We can't just rely on farming to make a living. We have to figure out a way to earn money."

During the subsequent conversation, Lin Defu learned that the idea of ​​setting up a red brick kiln was originally proposed by Chen Yongqiang, which made him look at this young man with even greater respect.

After the meal, Lin Defu exchanged a few more pleasantries with Yang Dahai, then climbed onto the back of the tractor, intending to return to Linjiatun first and ask a few strong laborers to help him load fertilizer at the commune.

The tractor's arrival in Linjiatun caused a sensation, with villagers running alongside it to watch.

A villager shouted, "Village Chief Lin, what are you doing?"

"Go to the commune to pick up fertilizer!" Lin Defu shouted to the crowd from the back of the truck. "A few of you who want to help load it, come on up!"

"Me! Me!"

"Wow!"

People eager to ride the tractor eagerly raised their hands to sign up, instantly creating a lively atmosphere.

"Why aren't you guys this enthusiastic when I ask you to do chores?" Lin Defu said with a laugh.

Then they started calling out names: "Zhu Zi! You're strong, come up first. Er Gou Zi, you come up and give me a hand too!"

Soon, four or five strong young men climbed into the back of the tractor.

"That's enough! We don't need that many people!" Lin Defu quickly waved his hand, stopping those who still wanted to climb up.

Seeing that he had enough people, Chen Yongqiang turned around and shouted to the villagers watching, "Everyone step back, watch from a distance, be careful not to get hurt!"

Some sharp-eyed villagers recognized that the person driving the tractor was Chen Yongqiang, the son-in-law of the Lin family, and quickly turned around and ran to the Lin family to report the news.

Just as he reached the entrance of the Lin family's courtyard, the villager shouted at the top of his lungs, "Uncle Xianghua! Come out and see! Your son-in-law has made something of himself; he bought a tractor!"

Hearing the noise, Lin Xianghua came out of the house and stood at the gate of the courtyard, looking around: "What tractor?"

He only heard a sputtering sound coming from the direction of the village entrance, but he didn't see anyone.

"They're just hauling fertilizer! They're heading to the commune!"

The villager gestured excitedly as he spoke, "The one driving the tractor is your son-in-law, Chen Yongqiang! He's so impressive!"