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

"We'll have to put the gold panning trip on hold for now."

I originally planned to try my luck at the house once the main structure was completed.

The timber needs to be brought back quickly; the most urgent task is to install the beams and roof tiles.

The next morning, Chen Yongqiang checked the tractor and prepared to head to town.

This time, it wasn't Qin Liping who went with him, but Ding Wanru.

She was already waiting at the village entrance, wearing a floral shirt, her hair tied up with a rubber band, and carrying a canvas bag.

Seeing Chen Yongqiang drive over in his tractor, she smiled and waved to him from afar.

"Brother Yongqiang!"

Chen Yongqiang parked the car in front of her: "Get in."

Ding Wanru climbed onto the passenger seat by stepping on the side of the car, put her bag down at her feet, and tidied her hair.

Chen Yongqiang released the brakes, and the tractor started moving again: "What do you want to buy in town?"

"I haven't been there in a while, and I'd like to go for a stroll and buy some fabric. I'll get a few yards of fabric to make some baby clothes for my unborn child."

As Ding Wanru spoke, she looked at Chen Yongqiang with deep affection, her eyes so tender they seemed to overflow with tears.

"Just buy ready-made baby clothes, it's too much trouble to make them yourself!" Chen Yongqiang also wanted to do his part.

"You're so considerate. But buying ready-made clothes is too expensive. It's more cost-effective to buy fabric and make them yourself. I'm pretty good at handicrafts, and the clothes I make are comfortable to wear." She was used to being thrifty and managing her household well.

Over the years, I've been managing the household alone, and I have to carefully budget every penny.

"A few sets of clothes don't cost much, I can still afford them." Chen Yongqiang had already made up his mind.

"Then you don't need to buy too many. Children grow quickly, and if you buy too many, they'll be too small in just a few days," Ding Wanru said thoughtfully.

"Okay, I'll listen to you and buy less." Chen Yongqiang often goes to town, and he'll buy more when he doesn't have enough to wear.

On the way, Ding Wanru suddenly remembered something: "By the way, Yongqiang, there's something I want to tell you."

"What's up?"

"It's Teacher Gao from the school. She came to our village from the city to teach, all alone. She has no relatives or friends there, so it's really tough for her. If you can, please help her out."

Helping Gao Yuanyuan? He has actually been helping her all along.

Since Gao Yuanyuan came to Shimen Village to teach, he has done a lot of work, both openly and secretly.

In winter, people would bring her firewood and meat. A while ago, she fell ill, and Chen Yongqiang secretly added spiritual spring water to her water cup, which helped her pull through.

But that girl, well, she was pretty, from the city, and educated, but she was just a bit too cold.

He's polite to everyone, but that politeness carries a distance, making it impossible for anyone to get close to him.

"I know. A city girl like her isn't like us. We helped her, but whether she appreciates it or not is another question," Chen Yongqiang said truthfully.

"But the more this happens, the more we need to care for her." Ding Wanru, as a doctor, also has a compassionate heart, but her own abilities are limited.

Chen Yongqiang didn't say anything more, and the tractor continued to drive forward, but he was thinking about how to win over that ice beauty.

Upon arriving in town, the tractor stopped in front of the supply and marketing cooperative.

Ding Wanru jumped out of the car and looked back at Chen Yongqiang: "Just leave me here and go about your business. I'll shop by myself."

Chen Yongqiang took out a wad of cash and a few cloth coupons from his pocket, and without counting them, stuffed them directly into her hand.

"Take these, buy whatever you like, don't be so frugal."

Ding Wanru looked down and saw that she had at least thirty or forty yuan in her hand, as well as several feet of cloth coupons.

"This...is too much! Why do you need so many clothes for just a few kids?"

"Just take it. Your man can make money." After saying that, Chen Yongqiang drove off in his tractor.

Ding Wanru stood there, watching the tractor disappear into the distance, then looked down at the money and tickets in her hand, a blush slowly rising on her face.

"Your man..." she repeated the three words, and the corners of her mouth couldn't help but curve into a smile.

Chen Yongqiang drove his tractor to the town's timber factory.

The factory is located next to the main road, with stacks of sawn timber piled up at the entrance.

He parked the tractor in the yard, jumped off, and walked towards the office.

A middle-aged man, around forty years old, wearing a blue work uniform and carrying a notebook, came out of the office to greet us.

Chen Yongqiang glanced at him; it wasn't the one he had previously worked with.

He took the receipt out of his pocket and handed it over.

The middle-aged man took it, looked at it, and then checked it against the notebook: "Is this Boss Chen? The timber you ordered is all ready."

Chen Yongqiang followed the middle-aged man onto the ground, passing through rows of wooden planks, and arrived at the place where timber was specially stored.

He carefully examined each one; there were no wormholes, no rot, and the grain was straight—just the kind of goods he wanted.

"no problem."

The middle-aged man called out to the front, "Old Zhang, bring some men over to load the truck!"

Several workers responded and began loading timber onto the tractor.

Chen Yongqiang stood aside and watched as the middle-aged man took out the receipt and began calculating the final payment.

Chen Yongqiang took out some money from his pocket and was about to count it when the middle-aged man suddenly lowered his voice and asked, "I heard that Jin Lao Er from Jinjiatun was arrested by the police?"

"What? Your lumber mill has business dealings with him?"

The middle-aged man's expression changed, and he waved his hands repeatedly: "No, no! We have absolutely nothing to do with him! We just heard... just heard that everyone in town is saying that Jin Lao Er has been caught because of illegal logging."

Chen Yongqiang didn't reply, but counted out the money and handed it over.

The middle-aged man took it, and added with a forced smile, "Boss Chen, don't misunderstand, I was just asking casually. It's good that they caught that kind of person, it's good that they caught him, then the town will be peaceful."

"That's good!" Chen Yongqiang turned around to look at the loading.

Chen Yongqiang walked to the truck and watched the workers stack logs onto it one by one, but his mind was racing.

The middle-aged man's reaction just now, and how quickly he dismissed it with "No, no," seemed like a classic case of protesting too much.

It's highly likely that this timber mill had business dealings with Jin Lao Er, and perhaps some of the illegally logged timber ended up here.

However, he didn't want to delve into it further.

These days, which business owner has a completely clean reputation?

Jin Lao Er stole the trees and needed to find a place to sell them. The timber factory bought them cheaply, so it was a case of one willing to sell and the other willing to be sold.

If we really investigate, and a whole bunch of people are implicated, what can we do?

There are too many things in the world to manage.

Chen Yongqiang snapped out of his reverie and looked at the wood, which was now fully loaded.

The middle-aged man standing beside him resumed his previous warm demeanor, smiling as he offered him a cigarette: "Boss Chen, it'll take you several trips to finish this tractor load."

Chen Yongqiang took the cigarette and jumped into the driver's seat: "There's no other way, the tractor can only carry a small amount, so I have to make more trips."

If we utilize the space, we can transport it all at once, but it would only be some timber. However, there's no need to expose the secrets of the system space.