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

Holding his gun, he carefully searched the bushes and piles of rocks surrounding the landslide-dammed lake.

Sure enough, two more beavers were found attempting to move branches to reinforce a weak point in a shallow area near downstream.

Two precise shots resolved the issues between these two diligent but out-of-place engineers.

At this point, he felt that the beaver population active in the area had been effectively controlled and should not pose a new threat to the dike in the short term.

After processing the newly hunted beavers, Chen Yongqiang returned to the dam and began his real task: dredging.

This earth-rock dam, naturally formed by a mudslide, has an extremely loose structure and should not be dug open rashly.

Once the water flow finds an outlet, the immense pressure could cause the entire dam to collapse in a chain reaction, at which point the rushing lake water will form a devastating flood peak.

He chose to start from the edges, first using a machete to clear away the branches and broken wood blocking the spaces between the boulders.

These debris act like ropes binding the dam; clearing them gradually weakens the structure's stability without immediately triggering a large-scale spill.

Chen Yongqiang pulled the logs out of the gaps between the rocks and threw them onto the open ground behind him.

His movements disturbed the murky lake water, stirring up mud and sand, but the water level did not drop significantly.

He picked out the stones that were on the edge and seemed less important, moving them one by one, as if he were dismantling a huge and dangerous tower of blocks.

The demolition took a whole day.

The water level of the landslide dammed lake is dropping at a visible rate, and the previously submerged slopes are gradually being exposed.

It was already evening when Chen Yongqiang dragged the last broken log out and threw it onto the pile of debris on the shore.

Almost simultaneously, that familiar notification sound rang in my mind:

The dredging of the landslide-dammed lake has been completed.

[Task Reward: 100 Blessing Points have been issued.]

"The danger is finally over." Chen Yongqiang felt a little tired, but it was worth it.

Instead of resting immediately, he carefully inspected the cleared waterways again to confirm that there were no new potential hazards.

After walking several dozen meters, the sound of splashing water came from a shallow ditch upstream that was about to dry up.

Chen Yongqiang walked quickly closer and saw dozens of fish, each about the size of a three-finger, huddled in the shallow water between the rocks, struggling to breathe with the little water left.

They have a flattened body, and most remarkably, their entire body is covered with layers upon layers of fine scales.

"Stone-scaled fish..." he murmured.

This creature lives in deep mountain streams, yet its flesh is exceptionally delicious and has nourishing properties, making it extremely rare.

If this landslide dam hadn't formed and receded, trapping them in this shallow ditch, they probably would never have had the chance to see it.

"So those beavers built the dam to trap these stonefish." He suddenly realized, and then remembered that when he looked at the list of mountain products purchased by Yao Lina from the state-run restaurant, stonefish were on it.

This fish has extremely demanding requirements for water quality and cannot be artificially bred in this era. It relies entirely on wild capture, hence it is valuable but unavailable.

However, the spiritual spring in Chen Yongqiang's space should be more than enough to sustain these fish.

Without further delay, he rolled up his trousers and went down into the shallow ditch.

These stonefish move slowly due to lack of oxygen, making them easy to catch.

Each one weighs about three or four ounces, which is considered a rare large size for this variety.

In a short time, Chen Yongqiang caught dozens of them, weighing about ten kilograms each.

"It should fetch around ten yuan, which is a nice windfall." He placed the last fish in the corner of the space spring where it was temporarily kept, calculating in his mind.

The cleanup of the landslide-dammed lake took an extra day, but the harvest was plentiful. Not only did they receive Blessing Points, but they also unexpectedly caught a stonefish.

Chen Yongqiang rested soundly at the temporary camp for a night, and the next morning he packed his things and continued his journey into the depths of Qinglong Mountain.

The further into the mountains you go, the fewer people you see, but the more abundant the gifts of nature become.

He carefully picked a cluster of wild shiitake mushrooms growing behind a piece of rotten wood.

He also carefully collected several medicinal herbs of good age, roots and all.

Although these mountain products are not very valuable, they can add up and be exchanged for a considerable amount of money for oil and salt.

This time, traveling alone, he moved much faster. Around noon, Chen Yongqiang arrived once again at the stone cave where he and Ding Wanru had pledged their love.

He planned to use this as a base for ambushes, rather than venturing deeper into the heart of the Azure Dragon Mountains, as that would be too risky.

They began clearing away the dead branches and leaves that had been deliberately hidden at the entrance of the hole.

Chen Yongqiang went inside. The cave was dimly lit, but still dry, just as it had been when he left.

There were still remnants of charcoal ash from the last fire in the middle of the cave.

"I'll hold out here to the death this time. I refuse to believe I can't hold out against that wild boar king." He looked around the shelter and muttered to himself.

With this relatively comfortable and safe camp as a base, he felt more confident in dealing with that cunning prey.

He certainly wouldn't just wait for luck to come to him. Before the sun set, Chen Yongqiang immediately got to work, carefully surveying the area around the cave.

He searched for paths frequently trodden by wild animals, as well as locations with relatively open views that were easy to aim and shoot from.

Ultimately, he selected three ideal ambush points that could form a pincer movement with each other.

Then, he dug out some sweet potatoes from that mysterious space.

These sweet potatoes, grown in the spiritual fields within the space, possess a unique vitality and exude a rich sweetness that is unmatched by ordinary sweet potatoes, making them a deadly temptation for wild boars.

After doing all this, he retreated to a high place near the cave and patiently waited for his prey to be attracted by the irresistible aroma.

It was still early, so Chen Yongqiang turned around and went back into the cave.

He took out a few more medium-sized sweet potatoes from his storage space and started a small campfire again.

"I've been growing sweet potatoes for so long, but I haven't eaten many myself."

He buried the sweet potato directly into the hot ashes at the edge of the fire, letting the not-so-fierce flames slowly roast it.

Before long, a rich aroma wafted from the charcoal fire.

The aroma was completely different from that of ordinary sweet potatoes; it was richer and more enticing, making even his own mouth water.

Once the sweet potato skin was charred black, Chen Yongqiang used a wooden stick to pry the sweet potato out.

Let it cool slightly, then peel back the crispy outer skin to reveal the golden-red, juicy flesh.

He took a bite, and the sweet, hot flavor instantly melted in his mouth. "It's really delicious, and it's filling too."

My thoughts drifted back to those years when food was scarce.

Back then, sweet potatoes like these were a life-saving staple food. Being able to fill one's stomach was already a blessing; one didn't care about the taste at all.

"It's time to promote the cultivation of sweet potatoes that have been improved by the environment in the village."

Chen Yongqiang had already planned it out in his mind. Sweet potatoes planted in the spiritual field of his space would yield at least three times more than those grown on ordinary land, and the quality would be excellent.

More importantly, he observed that even when transplanted to ordinary land, these spatially optimized seedlings, with their stronger vitality and resistance, could easily double their yield per acre.

He finished the rest of the sweet potatoes in a few bites, putting the thought aside for the time being. The most important thing right now was still that wild boar king.