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

When paying the bill, Chen Yongqiang said to the boss, "Boss, if there's any more fertilizer later, no matter what kind it is, save it for me."

His fifteen acres of orchard waiting to be planted require a lot of fertilizer.

The boss verbally agreed, "Okay, I'll definitely reserve it for you if it's in stock."

But he really couldn't guarantee anything about this; the supply was sometimes available and sometimes unavailable, it all depended on luck.

The tractor started up again, and in addition to the newly bought plowshare, there was now a bag of phosphate fertilizer in the back.

Although it was just past the Lantern Festival and the weather was still quite cold, the secondhand market was bustling with activity.

There were many stalls set up along the roadside, selling all sorts of things: frozen pears, frozen persimmons.

A plastic sheet was laid out on the ground for people to sell used clothes and shoes, and an old lady was carrying a basket and calling out, "Freshly boiled sticky rice cakes!"

A fragrant aroma of meat wafted over, and Qin Liping sniffed, her eyes involuntarily drawn to a steaming cooked food stall.

Chen Yongqiang noticed: "Are you craving something? I'll buy you some if you want to eat it."

Qin Liping quickly shook her head, her face slightly flushed: "No need. I just had such an expensive lunch, it cost more than ten yuan."

Chen Yongqiang pulled the tractor over to the side of the road and turned off the engine: "If you want to eat, buy some. It's not like you're missing out." He jumped off the tractor and walked towards the cooked food stall.

Qin Liping hesitated for a moment, but still followed: "Then... how about we take some back for Sister Xiulian to try? She definitely hasn't had any at home."

Chen Yongqiang nodded and was having the stall owner cut the meat when he suddenly caught a glimpse of an inconspicuous corner of the room.

A man wrapped in an old military overcoat squatted on the ground, with two Type 54 pistols laid out on a blue cloth in front of him!

Chen Yongqiang's hunter's instincts and sensitivity to weapons were instantly triggered.

He quickly paid for the food and whispered to Qin Liping, "I'll go take a look over there."

Squatting down, Chen Yongqiang picked up a handful and weighed it in his hand: "How much for this?"

The man glanced at him warily and replied in a hoarse voice, "One hundred and twenty yuan a bunch, no bargaining. Take it or leave it, don't touch it."

"One hundred and twenty?" Chen Yongqiang pulled the bolt again to check the hammer.

"It is a bit expensive." Although it is an old gun, it is well maintained, with little rust and smooth operation.

"If you take both, I'll give you two hundred yuan." The man was eager to make his move.

Chen Yongqiang shook his head: "I only need one. Do you have any bullets? A gun that doesn't fire is just a piece of scrap metal."

"We have bullets," the man said, lifting a blue cloth to reveal several tin boxes with words printed on them, the bullets inside neatly stacked.

After some quiet haggling, the two finally agreed on a price of 150 yuan, which included a pistol and 300 rounds of ammunition.

As Chen Yongqiang was taking out money from his pocket to pay, he caught a glimpse of several longer bullets scattered in an open old satchel in the corner of the stall.

He quietly lifted the cloth covering it, and could see it more clearly.

Those are 7.62mm rifle bullets! The same type as the Type 56 semi-automatic rifle in his space!

Chen Yongqiang pointed to the satchel: "How much are those long bullets?"

The man followed his finger and looked: "Oh, those are 7.62 rifle bullets. There are only bullets, no weapons."

Chen Yongqiang wanted bullets: "What's the price?"

The man grabbed a handful of bullets: "Fifty cents a bullet. If you want more, I can give you a discount."

After considering it in his mind, Chen Yongqiang realized that this price was quite reasonable on the black market.

That Type 56 semi-automatic rifle in his storage space is a real piece of work; without bullets, it's just a fire poker.

"I want two hundred rounds."

The man began counting the bullets, dividing them into two bundles using old newspapers. "Two hundred rounds, thirty yuan. Including the one hundred and fifty from before, that's a total of one hundred and eighty."

Chen Yongqiang nodded, didn't haggle any further, and took out a wad of cash from his pocket and handed it over.

The man took the money, counted it, wrapped the two packets of rifle bullets, along with the pistol and pistol bullets, in a rag, and handed them to Chen Yongqiang.

"Take it. Once we leave this stall, we won't know each other anymore," the man said in a low voice, then lowered his head and stopped looking at him.

Chen Yongqiang took the cloth bag, turned around, and walked back to the cooked food stall.

Qin Liping was still waiting there, her eyes anxiously watching this side. She only breathed a sigh of relief when she saw him return.

"Brother Yongqiang, were you buying a gun just now?"

Chen Yongqiang placed the cloth bag under the tractor driver's seat. "Don't ask about these things. Let's go after we've bought it."

He took Qin Liping to continue browsing the flea market. They had spent several hundred yuan that day.

Chen Yongqiang's eyes swept over the stalls, trying to see if there was a chance to make some money back, glancing over the worthless old clothes and broken pots and pans.

In a corner of a stall specializing in selling all kinds of scrap metal from factories, several long iron blocks covered in grease caught his attention.

They were haphazardly piled up in the scrap metal heap, their surfaces covered in scratches, looking no different from the scrap gears and broken bearings next to them.

From the outline of those iron bars, Chen Yongqiang could vaguely see traces of old signs…

If he wasn't mistaken, this was likely an old guide rail discarded from imported precision machine tools, and it was made of high-hardness alloy steel.

This high-quality alloy steel was an extremely scarce commodity in those days.

Domestic production is extremely low. Many small machinery factories want to make molds, but they can't get decent materials at all. They can only make do with ordinary steel, and the product quality is not good.

These old guide rails, which are sold as scrap metal, can be transformed into top-quality materials for making key molds with just a little reprocessing.

He crouched down, casually rummaging through the scrap metal nearby, and picked up a broken old gear: "Boss, how much for this scrap metal?"

The stall owner was a middle-aged man wearing old overalls: "Weighed by weight, scrap iron is 12 cents a pound, wrought iron is 15 cents a pound."

Chen Yongqiang poked at the rails with his foot: "Is this also worth the price of scrap metal?"

The man looked up and said, "Yeah, that's scrap steel, it's more expensive, 50 cents a pound. It's the junk that was taken down from the machine tools in the factory, it's heavy and useless."

Chen Yongqiang didn't waste any more words: "I'll take all of these. Weigh them and give me a discount."

The man then got up and dragged out several rails to weigh. "They're quite heavy, a total of eighty-six jin and liang, scrap metal price... forty-three yuan."

"Let's say forty, it'll cost more fuel to haul it back." Fortunately, Chen Yongqiang had a tractor.

"Forty-two! That's the absolute minimum, these are all actual weights."

Chen Yongqiang, seeing that he had made a profit, paid forty-two yuan and then loaded the heavy guide rails onto the back of the tractor, piling them together with the fertilizer and plowshares.

Qin Liping muttered under her breath, "Brother Yongqiang, why did you buy these junk iron lumps?"

Chen Yongqiang didn't explain, but instead started the tractor: "We'll talk about it when we get back."

He remembered clearly that there were several small factories next to the county agricultural machinery factory that provided supporting processing for large factories, and they were now worried about not having good materials.

Chen Yongqiang drove his tractor to the vicinity of the agricultural machinery company, found a factory with some steel piled up at the entrance, parked the tractor outside, and said, "You stay here and watch over it, I'll go in and take a look."