Courtyard House: My Time Travel is a Bit Too Strong

"Weapon blueprints suitable for modern use, as well as high-yield and stable grain varieties."

"I remember, I won't forget." She waved her hand, and with a thought, her figure dissipated like mist, instantly returning to the apocalypse.

Watching her leave, Lin Quan turned his face, his gaze gentle, and softly fell on Zhu Zhuqing:

"Zhuqing, what are your plans next? Are you going to return to the Martial Soul World immediately, or do you want to explore and see what's around here first?"

Meeting Lin Quan's gaze, Zhu Zhuqing's Adam's apple bobbed slightly, her voice as soft as a feather: "I...I want to go back to the Martial Soul World first."

"Alright, there's plenty of time in the future."

Lin Quan did not object to her decision or the tacit agreement between her and Qiao Jingjing.

Swah——

He nodded slightly, and Zhu Zhuqing said no more.

A faint blush rose to her cheeks, and with a flash, just like Qiao Jingjing, she transformed into a streak of light and vanished into the Martial Soul World.

Watching the two leave one after another, Lin Quan opened his mouth, but in the end he just lowered his eyes and silently sighed.

Boom, boom, boom...

Just as he was getting bored and wondering whether he should go out for a walk,

Suddenly, three slow, steady knocks sounded outside the front gate.

"Here it comes!"

He quickly composed himself, responded, and nimbly crossed the corridor, heading straight for the main gate.

As soon as the door opened, a middle-aged man in his early forties stood outside, waiting patiently.

Lin Quan didn't recognize the man at first glance, so he politely asked, "Uncle, who are you?"

The middle-aged man immediately cupped his hands in greeting: "Comrade Lin Quan, right? Director Wang asked me to come."

Upon hearing that it was Aunt Wang who had recommended him, Lin Quan immediately realized what was going on.

"So it was Aunt Wang who introduced us! Please come in!"

Before he finished speaking, he had already stepped aside to make way and gestured towards the courtyard.

The middle-aged man didn't stand on ceremony, nodded in greeting, and then followed him into the courtyard.

"By the way, may I ask your surname?"

"My surname is Wang," the middle-aged man answered readily, his gaze open and honest.

Lin Quan nodded slightly and led him inside: "Master Wang, please take a look at this yard first. Help me check where it needs repairing and where it needs replacing."

"In addition, the bathroom is planned to be renovated, and a separate toilet will be added."

He stated his thoughts concisely, and then added at the end:

"Take a look around first, and we'll estimate the cost of labor and materials later so we can finalize the plan."

"Okay, let me take a closer look."

Without saying a word, Master Wang inspected the entire area, from the front yard to the back house, from the eaves to the floor tiles, leaving no stone unturned.

"The overall structure is quite sturdy and not rotten."

"Most places just need some tidying up; the bathroom and toilet you mentioned aren't heavy tasks either."

"If it's a package deal including labor and materials, five hundred yuan should be enough—Comrade Lin Quan, what do you think?"

He had already planned it out in his mind, and he spoke frankly and openly.

As soon as his gaze fell on Lin Quan, the other party readily nodded: "Five hundred is not much. I'll leave this to Master Wang."

He paused, then asked, "About how long will it take to complete?"

Seeing that Lin Quan agreed without even haggling over the price, Master Wang felt a surge of excitement—this deal was in the bag!

The gold and jade accumulated during the apocalypse are piled up like mountains, and money is just a number on paper to Lin Quan; but for Master Wang, five hundred yuan is enough for his family to eat for half a year!

The joy had barely crossed his face when he immediately added, "Hurry up, I guarantee you'll be living in your new house within seven days!"

"Does the young comrade have any other instructions? If not, I'll go and have the materials prepared right away."

"Master Wang, please wait a moment!"

Lin Quan said this and then turned and went into his room.

A moment later, he returned quickly, clutching a stack of crisp new banknotes, and handed them to Mr. Wang.

"This two hundred is a deposit; we'll rely on you for everything else."

After a few pleasantries, Lin Quan personally escorted the person to the front gate.

Just as I was about to turn back to my courtyard, the neighboring courtyard at number 95 suddenly became noisy—a crowd of people moved about, shouting incessantly, as if a pot had been boiled over.

"Tsk, what kind of trouble have they gotten themselves into now?"

He had no liking for those neighbors, finding them noisy, snobbish, and crooked.

But now, Qiao Jingjing is gone, and Zhu Zhuqing is gone too. The surroundings are empty, and there's really nothing to do.

He narrowed his eyes, not moving towards courtyard number 95, but instead looked up and stared at his own courtyard wall covered in moss.

Swish, swish, swish—

Lin Quan swayed slightly, his toes lightly touching the blue brick ground, and he soared into the air like an arrow, landing steadily on the three-meter-high courtyard wall.

He leaned down and looked into courtyard number 95. The central courtyard was already crowded with people, men, women, and children gathered together, their clothes fluttering and their voices buzzing like a pot of water that had just boiled.

Lin Quan sat cross-legged on the wall, listening to the few words that passed by, and quickly pieced together the whole story—

Today is the day that Jia Jianguo, the son of Jia Zhangshi, who is two years younger than Jia Dongxu, is going on a blind date!

The crowd huddled in the central courtyard, refusing to disperse. They spoke in hushed tones, but their eyes gleamed, all because of the girl who had just entered.

For no other reason than her appearance—bright and dazzling, just like a wild rose with dew on its petals!

The boys next door were completely mesmerized, craning their necks and staring at him with eyes practically glued to him.

"From the countryside? But with that face, that figure... wow, she'd be a hot commodity anywhere!"

"What a pity... Now that we're stuck with the Jia family, I'm afraid we won't even be able to drink a bowl of hot soup with peace of mind."

"They're out! Look—"

Before the words were even finished, with a whoosh, all eyes turned to the entrance of the Jia family's main room.

Even Lin Quan, perched atop the wall, subconsciously squinted and followed the tide of gazes.

Wearing a floral shirt, with two thick black braids hanging down her chest, she had bright eyes and a slightly raised chin, walking at a leisurely pace.

Just as everyone had said—this native farm girl possessed a face and figure that were unforgettable.

In this day and age, she would definitely be the kind of woman that every husband's family would fight tooth and nail to marry, a "lucky wife and auspicious wife"!

Especially the natural resilience between her brows, neither timid nor ostentatious, yet it softens one's heart.

However, if you compare her to Qiao Jingjing's dashing spirit, Zhu Zhuqing's aloofness, or Chen Xueru's allure... she falls far short.

Lin Quan glanced at it only once before lazily looking away, pressing his tongue against his cheek, and whispering:

"Ah, Qin Huairu—the future famous 'white lotus'."

Judging by her appearance alone, she certainly stands out among ordinary people; especially her pitiful expression, like a thin mist in early spring wrapping tender buds, making people want to reach out and protect her.

But in Lin Quan's eyes, it was nothing special.

Aside from that deliberately crafted softness, it has no sharpness whatsoever; it's ordinary and utterly lacking in chewiness.

"Tsk tsk tsk... No wonder it grew crooked more and more as it grew."

"No matter how bad the environment is, or how closely those hungry wolves next door are watching her—given her current dazed state, she'll be chewed up to nothing sooner or later."

Before he finished speaking, his gaze had already slid to the neighboring yard.

A narrow, long face was peeking furtively through the crack in the Jia family's door, his eyes darting around suspiciously.

"Xu Damao—the epitome of a villain."

Lin Quan's lips curled up in a smile, which quickly faded as he picked at the wall with his fingertips and broke off a piece of bluish-gray gravel.