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

After dinner, Chen Yongqiang returned to his room, and with a slight thought, his figure appeared in the Peach Blossom Paradise.

As soon as he entered, a spiritual energy far richer and fresher than the outside world rushed towards him, instantly sweeping away all his fatigue.

This space, which belongs to him, is brimming with vitality.

The first thing that caught his eye was the cucumber patch, with cucumbers hanging everywhere, their blossoms and thorns still attached. There were many more cucumbers than when he left a couple of days ago, so it was clear that another harvest was in progress.

This growth rate, if it were outside, would probably astound all the farmers.

The cornfield next to it was even more impressive; the stalks had already grown to be more than a person's height, and it seemed like it wouldn't be long before it produced plump ears of corn.

He walked to the area where potatoes and sweet potatoes were grown, the two most filling crops.

"Once this crop is harvested, it will be enough for Xiulian and me to eat until next year!"

Chen Yongqiang used his mind to communicate with the system and exchanged the Blessing Points he earned from completing the task for some spiritual spring water.

As soon as the water was applied, the crops in the spiritual field visibly grew several centimeters taller.

Before leaving the space, Chen Yongqiang grabbed a few more handfuls of grains and scattered them in a corner.

The six pheasants flapped their wings to snatch the food, while the ten newly hatched domestic chicks circled around the grain.

Looking at the chicks growing bigger every day, he couldn't help but calculate: "They don't look like many now, but how much food will they eat every day when they're all grown up?"

Space may be good, but capacity is ultimately limited.

He watched the chicks scrambling for food and muttered to himself, "I'll take them out in batches when they're a little bigger."

Having noted this thought, he patted the grain husks off his hands, turned around, and left the space.

As soon as Chen Yongqiang returned to reality, he heard footsteps approaching from afar outside the door.

Almost simultaneously, Lin Xiulian walked in carrying a basin of hot water.

"You must be tired after a long day. Take a shower and relax." She placed the wooden basin on a low stool beside the kang (a heated brick bed).

"Okay, leave it there." Chen Yongqiang replied, then got up and took off his vest.

Lin Xiulian didn't leave immediately; instead, she picked up a towel from the basin, wrung it out, and said, "Let me wipe your back for you."

Before Chen Yongqiang could respond, he felt a warm towel being placed on his back.

Lin Xiulian's hand moved with just the right amount of pressure as she wiped his bronze skin.

Her hand moved lower and lower, and Chen Yongqiang took the towel from her hand. "I'll do the rest myself."

Lin Xiulian seemed to come to her senses, her cheeks slightly flushed, and she silently stepped aside.

After a while, Lin Xiulian changed the basin of hot water again and drew the old curtain used as a partition in the room.

The sound of clothes being taken off was particularly clear in the quiet room, followed by the soft sound of water.

The dim light cast a blurry silhouette onto the curtain, outlining the soft curves of a woman.

Chen Yongqiang's gaze was somewhat unfocused. This familiar scene made him vaguely think of his ex-wife, Lin Xiuzhen.

It was the same back then. She would always draw the same curtain after he had washed up.

Occasionally, she would chat with him about village gossip through the curtain, or complain that he came back from hunting covered in mud again.

The sound of water, whispers, and the shadow on the curtain swaying slightly with each movement—it was once such an ordinary night.

Today, the curtain is still the same, the sound of water remains the same, but the figure behind the curtain has changed.

The blurry, swaying silhouette lingered in Chen Yongqiang's mind.

He almost instinctively took a step and reached out to lift the curtain separating the two spaces.

Lin Xiulian hurriedly grabbed her outer garment and covered her chest with it. Even in the dim light, her neck and cheeks, which flushed red with embarrassment, were still clearly visible.

Upon recognizing Chen Yongqiang, she forced herself to remain calm: "...Wait a minute, I haven't finished wiping yet!"

Chen Yongqiang didn't speak, his gaze falling on her smooth shoulders and the skin that wasn't completely covered by her clothes.

He took a step closer and grabbed her wrist, which was holding the towel.

Chen Yongqiang used a little force to take the hot, damp towel from her hand: "Don't move, I'll help you."

Soon, the towel was placed back on her back.

Lin Xiulian felt the rough cloth slowly moving down her spine.

She involuntarily bit her lower lip, closed her eyes, and the little bit of composure she had been putting on completely vanished.

In Chen Yongqiang's earthen house, which was lit by a dim yellow light, the air behind the curtain was becoming warm.

At the other end of the village, widow Liang Meie turned off the light and lay down when she heard a loud banging on the courtyard gate.

A thought flashed through her mind, and Chen Yongqiang's tall, muscular figure instantly came to mind. "Could it be him?"

The thought made her heart race. She instinctively smoothed her hair and asked in a low voice, "Who is it?"

A voice, clearly drunk, came from outside the door: "Open the door! It's...it's your man from tonight!"

The expectation on Liang Meie's face froze instantly, turning into anger.

She immediately recognized the voice as that of Liu Qiaozhu, who had just gotten divorced!

"Pah!"

Liang Meie sat up in bed and started yelling at the top of her lungs:

"Liu Qiaozhu! You worthless scumbag who's drunk too much horse piss and can't find your way home! Go back to your own house and run wild! Trying to take advantage of me? Keep dreaming! If you don't get out of here, I'll call for help, and see where you'll put your old face then!"

Liu Qiaozhu was stunned by her barrage of insults, and seemed to sober up a bit.

He muttered a few vulgar words outside the door, but ultimately didn't dare to linger any longer, and his footsteps staggered away into the distance.

Liang Meie listened intently until the footsteps disappeared, then breathed a sigh of relief and lay back down, but in her heart she cursed that blind Liu Qiao pig several more times.

The next morning, Lin Xiulian began preparing breakfast in the kitchen.

Today, Chen Yongqiang still has to repair the irrigation canal; he can't handle the heavy physical labor without food in his stomach.

She had just stuffed firewood into the stove when she heard the sound of a bicycle bell outside the courtyard gate, followed by a middle-aged man's voice: "Excuse me, is this Chen Yongqiang's house?"

Lin Xiulian peeked out from the kitchen and saw a slightly overweight man pushing a heavy-duty wooden pole standing at the gate of the courtyard. He was a stranger and not from this village.

"Yes, is there something you need?" Lin Xiulian asked, somewhat puzzled.

He held onto the bicycle handlebars, a smile plastered on his face.

"Oh, I've finally found you! I'm Old Zhou from the restaurant in town. I bought some cucumbers from your place at the market last time, and they were absolutely delicious! The customers raved about them and kept asking if we had any more."

"I figured you guys should be here by now, but I waited and waited and no one showed up, so I came here based on the approximate location I found out last time."

He craned his neck to peer into the yard: "Brother Yongqiang isn't home today? Do you still have any cucumbers? If so, I'll take them all!"

Lin Xiulian was unaware of this matter and didn't know how to answer for a moment.

At this moment, Chen Yongqiang, wearing an overcoat, came out of the east room, clearly also awakened by the commotion.

"Oh, it's Master Zhou! What a rare guest."

Old Zhou followed Chen Yongqiang into the courtyard and got straight to the point:

"Brother Yongqiang, to be honest, I came here specifically to buy some more cucumbers from your store. The last batch was so good that customers loved them, and we have so many repeat customers!"

Although Chen Yongqiang was surprised that business had come to him on its own initiative, he quickly realized:

"Master Zhou, you've come at the right time. I just picked some this morning and was planning to sell them at the market."

Hearing this, Lin Xiulian, who was standing to the side, wondered to herself, "Brother Yongqiang just got up, when did he pick the cucumbers?"

"Wait here, I'll take it." Chen Yongqiang said as he walked towards the west room.

The bamboo basket in the corner of the west room was still empty. Chen Yongqiang had a sudden thought, and his mind entered the Peach Blossom Spring, where he quickly picked a batch of cucumbers.

To avoid arousing suspicion, he only picked a small half-basket.

When he returned to the courtyard carrying the bamboo basket, Lin Xiulian's eyes widened as she looked at the cucumbers with flowers and thorns on top.

These cucumbers look so fresh, as if they were just picked from the vine, but just now...

Old Zhou's eyes lit up the moment he saw the cucumbers: "Yes, yes, that's the variety!"

He looked at Chen Yongqiang: "Any more? I'll take them all. Whatever you have in the future, I'll take it all!"

Chen Yongqiang shook his head: "I'm really sorry, that's all. Land is limited, so I secretly planted these in my own backyard."

This explanation was reasonable, and although Lao Zhou was somewhat disappointed, he still readily paid for all the cucumbers.

He repeatedly instructed, "Next time, be sure to save some for me!"

Remembering the turtle he'd caught while repairing the irrigation ditch yesterday, Chen Yongqiang quickly called out to Old Zhou, who was about to push his cart away, "Master Zhou, do you buy turtles at your shop?"

"Old turtle? How big is it?" Old Zhou didn't answer immediately.

Chen Yongqiang walked to the eaves and moved the stone that was pressing down on the bucket: "Take a look."

Old Zhou took a closer look and couldn't help but gasp: "Wow, it's so big!"

Inside the bucket lay a large, old turtle with a shiny black shell, clearly a wild creature that had been around for some years.

His main task tonight was to harvest cucumbers. This turtle was indeed not in the plan, but he knew very well that the leaders liked these exotic wild delicacies and had no trouble selling them.

"How is it?" Chen Yongqiang asked.

Old Zhou feigned hesitation: "This is quite large, but wild soft-shelled turtles are rare on the market these days, so the price is uncertain!"

"Master Zhou is an expert, you can give me a price." Chen Yongqiang threw the question back at him.

Old Zhou held up four fingers: "Four yuan, how about that?"

Chen Yongqiang smiled and pretended to put the stone back on: "Then I'll keep it for making soup."

"Don't rush, four yuan and fifty cents is the most you can get." Old Zhou quickly pressed his hand down.

"Last time I saw one that was a bit smaller than this in town, and it sold for three yuan," Chen Yongqiang said unhurriedly.

Old Zhou squatted down, carefully examined the turtle in the bucket, and then reached out to weigh it in his hand:

"Okay, four dollars and eighty cents, that's the most I can offer. This thing won't last long; it'll be worthless once it dies."

Chen Yongqiang knew in his heart that the price was already good, but he still shook his head: "Six yuan. This turtle is very nutritious. If I weren't short of money right now, I wouldn't be willing to sell it."

Old Zhou hesitated for a moment, but still bought it: "Okay! Six yuan! Next time you find something this good, you have to think of me first."

He took out his wallet, counted out six one-yuan bills, and handed them to Chen Yongqiang before finally tying the old turtle to the back of the bicycle.

After seeing Old Zhou off, Lin Xiulian finally couldn't help but ask, "What exactly are these cucumbers...?"

Chen Yongqiang didn't answer directly, but instead took out the money he had earned from selling cucumbers and turtles that day and handed it to her: "Keep this."

Lin Xiulian looked at the small bills and subconsciously pulled her hand back: "What are you giving me money for?"

"Take this first, just in case," Chen Yongqiang insisted on handing it forward.

Lin Xiulian felt that the money was useless to her: "You should keep this money!"

"We always need to keep some money for emergencies at home." Chen Yongqiang took her hand and placed the money in her palm.

Lin Xiulian looked down at the banknotes in her palm, a warm feeling welling up in her heart.

Chen Yongqiang's words made her feel accepted for the first time.

She took out a small cloth bag that she had hidden close to her body and put all the money inside: "Then I'll keep it for you for now."

Chen Yongqiang went into the kitchen, ate two cornbread buns with pickled vegetables, picked up the shovel leaning against the wall, and walked towards the construction site where the irrigation canal was being repaired.

Many villagers had already gathered at the construction site when I arrived.

Before Chen Yongqiang even got close, he heard Liang Meie's voice, trembling with sobs:

"Village Chief Yang, you have to stand up for me! Last night, Liu the pig-catcher was banging on my door, and I was so scared that I didn't dare to sleep a wink all night."

Liu Qiaozhu stood to the side, his dark face flushed red: "I...I had a couple too many drinks last night and went to the wrong door..."

"Pah!" Liang Meie spat.

"Your house is at the east end of the village, and mine is at the west end. How could you get so confused? You're clearly doing this on purpose!"

The surrounding villagers also started talking amongst themselves.

Old Li tapped his pipe: "Liu the Castrated Pig, you really need to change this habit. What kind of man knocks on a widow's door in the middle of the night!"

"That's right, it's not easy for Mei'e to live alone. Aren't you bullying her?"

Under the accusations of the crowd, Liu Qiaozhu shrank back, muttering, "I really didn't mean to, I won't drink it anymore, okay?"

Yang Dahai cleared his throat: "Liu the pig-catcher, today you're punished by having to carry twenty more loads of soil. If it happens again, I'll report you to the commune!"

Chen Yongqiang silently walked to his work section, picked up his shovel, and began to work.

He saw Liang Meie, from an angle unseen by others, with a slight upturn at the corners of her mouth, her previous aggrieved expression completely gone.

"This woman knows how to use her connections," Chen Yongqiang thought to himself, his hands moving without stopping, shoveling shovelfuls of soil onto the canal bank.

Liang Meie, who was in the distance, seemed to notice his gaze, turned her head and looked over, a barely perceptible smile flashing in her eyes.

Chen Yongqiang immediately lowered his head and focused on digging. He didn't want to get involved in the mess in this village; people often talked about him for having Lin Xiulian hiding in his own home.

The afternoon sun was scorching, and the people on the construction site looked rather listless.

Just then, a woman carrying a bundle hurried over.

Yang Dahai called out, "Why are you so late? Everyone's been working for ages."

The woman gasped, "I was on my way back to my parents' house this morning when I ran into a funeral procession, which delayed me."

"Who passed away?" Yang Dahai asked casually.

"That old bachelor Zheng Wencai," the woman said, sitting down on the edge of the field.

"I heard that he drowned a few days ago while fishing in the river because of a leg cramp, and his body was only discovered today."

Chen Yongqiang, who was digging, paused. He remembered the name Zheng Wencai very clearly.