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

The men built thatched huts outside, while the women busied themselves preparing meals in the kitchen.

"Sister Xiulian, you're not feeling well, please sit down and rest." Qin Liping added firewood to the earthen stove.

Turning to Lin Xiulian, who was washing vegetables, she said, "The cooking is up to us sisters."

Lin Xiulian straightened up, supporting her back: "It's alright, I'll move around a bit. Sitting for too long is uncomfortable."

Qin Lijuan took the basin from her hands: "Let us do it. If anything happens to you, Yongqiang will be heartbroken."

As the saying goes, three women make a drama. But these three women, busy in the kitchen, get along exceptionally well.

Lin Xiulian is gentle and kind, Qin Liping is lively and diligent, and Qin Lijuan is quiet and meticulous.

The three of them worked together seamlessly, one handing out firewood and the other cooking, chatting and laughing as they prepared a meal for more than a dozen people.

Around noon, Qin Liping walked to the gate of the courtyard and called out to the men who were working, "Brother Yongqiang! The food is ready!"

Chen Yongqiang put down the saw and called out to everyone, "Village Chief, Uncle Qin, everyone stop! Let's eat first! We'll continue after we eat!"

As the host family, it is only right that they provide a decent lunch.

"Okay, let's eat first!" Yang Dahai replied, wiping his sweat.

At Chen Yongqiang's invitation, everyone put down their tools and walked over to the courtyard.

Because the kitchen was too small to fit everything, they moved two tables out of the house and put them together.

Yang Dahai saw the steaming dumplings, noodles, and a large bowl of wild boar meat on the table: "This is a real feast today!"

"Everyone works hard, so we need to eat well to have the energy," Chen Yongqiang urged everyone to start eating.

His family's meals were noticeably better than those of ordinary families in the village.

At first, the villagers were quite restrained, but the bowl of wild boar meat and dumplings in the bowl was simply too tempting.

Since it was a rare treat to eat meat, after a few bites their appetites returned, and they became less talkative, focusing on eating to their hearts' content.

Yang Dahai ate a dumpling, then turned to Qin Shan beside him and joked, "Old Qin, your twin daughters are growing more and more beautiful."

"When are you looking for a husband? There are still quite a few decent young men in our village who are single. If you're willing, I, Old Yang, will personally act as matchmaker and guarantee to find them a good family they know well!"

Qin Shan was engrossed in eating his noodles, a troubled look on his face. He stammered, "Well... my daughter is still young, no rush, no rush..."

He actually had a clear understanding of the situation: the young men of Shimen Village weren't bad people, but their families were all dirt poor.

Qin Shan really couldn't bear to let his two daughters suffer that hardship again.

Seeing that Qin Shan wasn't very happy, Yang Dahai didn't continue the topic.

He then raised his voice and said to everyone, "After we finish eating, let's all work harder! Let's try to get these two thatched huts up this afternoon."

Chen Yongqiang chimed in, "Village chief, everyone, there's no need to rush. This thatched hut is just a temporary measure; we'll need a lot of help to renovate and build a proper house later."

In the past, we ate together from the same pot, and we helped each other build houses.

Now everyone lives their own lives, and the rules have changed. Unless you're a relative, you can't be shortchanged on wages.

The salary isn't high, only one yuan a day, about the same as last year.

But Chen Yongqiang never delayed payment; he would pay on the same day the work was done. In addition, he provided good meals, so many villagers were still willing to work for him.

A villager brought over a piece of meat and started talking about something else: "Yongqiang, building a house is a big deal, but the spring planting season is almost here, and we'll have to work on those few acres of land for a few days."

Chen Yongqiang expressed his understanding: "Spring plowing is the most important thing and cannot be delayed. Uncles and brothers, please finish your own work in your fields first, and you can come to help anytime."

The red bricks for building the house haven't been secured yet, so there's no rush.

During a casual conversation, some villagers learned that Chen Yongqiang planned to build a brick and tile house, and couldn't help but express their opinions:

"Yongqiang, if you ask me, brick houses may look impressive, but in reality, they're probably not as comfortable as mud houses."

"Mao brick houses are so much cheaper! You just dig up the soil on the spot, mix it with wheat straw, and you can make bricks."

"The older generation of craftsmen are still around. If we call on a few of them and ask some neighbors to help, we can put the house up in about a month, saving a lot of money on labor costs."

Chen Yongqiang explained simply, "When I went to the county town, I saw that the city people lived in brick and tile houses. Why can't we live in houses like that?"

In fact, Chen Yongqiang knew in his heart that in the future, newly built houses in the countryside would mainly be brick and tile houses. Mud-brick houses would eventually be outdated.

The older generation still holds a sentimental attachment to the mud-brick houses they've lived in for generations.

In the afternoon, the villagers worked enthusiastically, and the construction of the thatched houses progressed rapidly.

The roof frame has been fully erected, and we've started weaving straw mats.

At this moment, a special guest arrived at the courtyard gate. He was a villager from Wangjiagou next door, who also wanted to ask Chen Yongqiang for help to pick up fertilizer for spring plowing from the commune.

Chen Yongqiang was helping to secure the bamboo strips on the roof when he heard the other party's request. He politely declined, saying, "I'm sorry, brother."

"Look at my place, the house is only half-built, and I really can't spare the time. I'll be busy with this for the next few days, so I'm afraid I won't be able to take on the fertilizer delivery job."

Seeing that Chen Yongqiang was busy building a house, the people of Wangjiagou felt embarrassed to insist any further. They chatted with Yang Dahai for a few more minutes and then turned and left.

After everyone had gone far away, Yang Dahai walked to the roof frame and said, "Yongqiang, you can earn ten or eight yuan a day by hauling fertilizer. Why don't you go? Building this thatched hut will take up much of your time with our help."

Chen Yongqiang came down from the roof: "Village chief, it's not that I don't want to earn this money. The most important thing right now is to settle my own family down."

"The sooner the thatched hut is built, the sooner I can tear down the old house and start building the new one."

A villager who was helping to pass straw overheard this and couldn't help but chime in, "Yongqiang, if I had a tractor like yours, I'd be on the road hauling work 24/7! The money would be pouring in!"

Chen Yongqiang's mind is now very clear: he needs to focus on the important matter of building the house; money can be earned slowly.

The main problem was that after working all day, the little bit of shipping fee he earned didn't meet Chen Yongqiang's expectations.

Everything went smoothly from then on. By evening, the two thatched huts were completed.

Chen Yongqiang called out loudly to the villagers who were helping, "Thank you all for your hard work! Don't rush off, dinner is all ready."

"Then we won't stand on ceremony!" the villagers replied with smiles, washing their hands and preparing to eat.

The main reason was that the food at Chen Yongqiang's house was so good that it was hard to refuse.